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I gained 20 appeal in just 2 hours.

This is the right amount of business.

‘Just a little longer. ’

I think I can increase my appeal to 0.

When I smiled satisfactorily.

"Ferda's amazing."

Suddenly, the reality mutters.

A voice that seems powerless somehow.

"You have a lot of experience with mercenaries and excellent swordsmanship."

Among them, the fact that ’sword skills' are excellent is the truth that the real world witnessed. It was so simple to defeat the swordsmanship genius, who everyone spoke so praisefully of.

"Compared to Ferda, I'm nothing."

He buries his head between his knees with a dark bitten face.

"Your swordsmanship is terrible."

It is true.

In the original work, there was a serious lack of understanding of swordsmanship.

Above all, it was a serious figure.

I left my gift for swordsmanship. I shouldn't have caught the sword in the first place.

"I've never had a successful animosity."

Dark Elves are inherently spiritual friendly.

It's only normal to have half the blood mixed up.

But Silvan Archdut was also not talented in aesthetics. Rather, he was less friendly than a normal human being.

"Why am I like this?"

"· · · · · ·."

"If I had something good, I wouldn't have to come to a place like this."

That's not true.

Even if he was talented in swordsmanship, he would come to the Earl.

No, I had to come. That was a promise.

But we're not talking about this right now.

"In fact."

Ferda opens her mouth, keeping her mouth shut.

As he reaches out his head, he puts his hand on his chest.

"I've learned a lot over the years as a mercenary. And some of them know their talents, their ambiguities."

That's a lie.

How do you know your talents when you've only seen them a few times?

Ferda doesn't have that ability.

Instead, he read them all.

So I can speak confidently.

"I know what your gift is."

"My gift?"

"Yes, although I can't talk right now."

There was mistrust in the eyes of reality.

His fingers wrap around his arms.

"If you're making this up for nothing."

"I'm not lying. It's just hard to say right now."

Ferda makes eye contact with the thread.

"But I'm sure of this."

The sincere eyes.

Then a voice full of conviction knocked on the ear of reality.

"Only I can enhance your talent."

"· · · · · ·."

"If you take my guidance."

I let go of the ponytail for a moment.

Then he said, empowering his voice.

"You can be stronger than anyone else."

"Who, more than who?"

"Yes. No one can ignore you."

After Ferda's words, the room calms down for a moment.

When the moonlight across the edge of the table shifts to the center.

Silent practice raises its head.

Then I asked with a voice as trembling as my eyes.

"· · · · · · Kershaw, more than him?"

The fact that he clenches his fist while holding the name "Cushire."

You must have been furious.

Ferda smiles silently. After a while, I opened my mouth again.

To give you a much more perfect answer than you actually want.

"Even the Archdruit won't be able to treat you lightly."

The erl is the only sovereign master in the kingdom.

Nevertheless, it is not a lie.

However, the doubts in the eyes of reality did not go away.

Of course. Anyone can say that.

But I don't think anyone can say that.

"I swear by the spirit of Cardyranto."

"· · · · · ·!"

Cardianto, the God of truth.

The oath before him is absolute.

There is a saying that if you tell a lie, a curse will come down.

Humans have been called superstitious, but have seen that it is quite effective for xenophobes.

‘It doesn't matter if it's not superstition. ’

In fact, it is definitely stronger than the Earl.

Smart to remember how to be strong. So Ferda was able to assure me.

Meanwhile, from the moment Ferda mentioned 'Cadillacto’, his eyelids had fluttered.

"In fact."

Ferda raises her mouth to that realm.

A soft hose resembling the crescent moon.

He smiled and spoke.

"Be my disciple."

A sweet whisper reminds me of a system message.

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Bondi likes to say something nice to listen to.

Especially when you know it's the truth, not the word that comes out of your mouth.

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Silk arcades have no talent for swordsmanship.

Archery, magic, spells, hunting, assassination.

Moreover, even spiritualism, which is a racial trait, is not talented.

Absolutely uncharted.

This is the set point for the 'Silvan Actuate’ at the beginning of 'Savior'.

But Ferda knows.

What real talent is.

[Name]: Silvan Arcdue

[Level]: 7

[Talent]: Commando Mythology

[Strength]: 10/12

[Health]: 6/10

[Agility]: 14/21

[Magic Power]: 80/150

[Charm]: 95/99

[Luck]: 45/75

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Talent has a level.

Great people, heroes, legends, world class, and mythology.

Even the lowest level, Great Person, is a talent that will leave a name in history. By the way, the Earl did not hesitate to praise the ‘Cushion Actuate’ as a great talent.

Hero class is a talent that will be a protagonist of the times.

Legendary talents remain nameless after hundreds of years.

But mythological.

‘I'm not the protagonist for no reason. ’

Ferda sticks out her tongue.

I knew it, but after seeing it again, I felt real.

"Ferda?"

Then he tilted his head.

It must have been because Ferda was standing there dazed.

"Oh, I need to think about something for a second."

"Thoughts?"

"How do I teach you?"

I forgot to look at the status window, but the reality was clear that I would agree.

I nodded my head to ask if I can teach the young master.

"So we're just gonna do this tomorrow?"

Excitement, anticipation, and strange fears. In reality, he looked at Ferda.

But coming back was a negative answer.

"No, starting today."

"What?"

I was really surprised.

"But time · · · · · · · · ·."

"There are some things you can do because it's too late."

It's 10: 00 at night.

It's too late to do anything, as the realm says.

"Don't worry. It's not that hard."

Ferda smiles in relief.

Then, 'What to do from today' was taken out of my mouth.

"First, grow beyond two o'clock in the morning."

"Huh?"

"When you sleep, leave the windows open, and have the acolytes close before sunrise."

"Now, wait a minute."

The embarrassment stops Ferda.

"Why do you have to sleep so late?"

"It has to do with your talent."

There is something called the negative dimension Mana.

Also known as Yin Qi, this is the energy required to perform a command procedure.

And the most prolific recording hours are from 10: 00 p.m. to 2: 00 a.m.

‘Absorbing too much music will increase your maximum magical power. ’

There are hunters on Earth who use commandments.

That's what I heard from them.

There was another similar story too, so it must have been clear.

"But I told her not to sleep late at night."

"Who said that?"

"Arbor, no. The Earl."

"Ignore it. You must be awake by 2: 00 a.m." "

The Earl is not a big deal.

Meanwhile, he opened his mouth.

I was surprised at Ferda's boldness for ignoring the Earl's instructions lightly.

"That's how I'm going to unlock my gift?"

"Yes."

To be precise, there's more to be done than this.

A mythical commando. It's very difficult just to Awaken.

But there's no need to say a phrase like this.

"· · · · · · · Okay."

The realm stood up. You take a step toward the window.

Then he muttered, looking at the moon rising high in the night sky.

"I didn't think I'd be able to sleep today anyway."

There was a lot going on in the day.

I couldn't sleep either.

"I'll speak to the acolyte."

You can tell Aaron enough.

With that thought, Ferda left the room.

"Rest well today. I'm starting a real class tomorrow."

When I heard that it was a real class, my real eyes flashed for a moment.

One last thing.

Kuang

The door is closed.

Ferda went down the first floor through an empty corridor.

I felt a strange popularity outside the window.

Sassassa

The sound of leaves crunching.

You hear the sound of rodents like squirrels passing by. But if it really was a squirrel, he wouldn't have stopped, wouldn't have paid attention.

"Oh, right."

Ferda looks out the window.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked outside.

"Now I remember."

In the mansion where the arcade resides, there is a rat.

The rat must be from somewhere.

"What to do."

The neatest way is to grab it and put a hole in its head.

Ferda did not, however.

It wasn't because I was afraid or annoyed.

"Let's leave it alone for a while."

It's because I've come up with something useful to use rats for.

After the problem is solved, Ferda goes down the stairs again.

After leaving the mansion, he looked up at the living room on the third floor.

Leaning against the window.

He hides behind the curtain in a frenzied manner as soon as Ferda's eyes meet.

Ferda stops smiling at him.

"I'll be busy tomorrow."

With a laughable voice.

Ferda turns to look forward to tomorrow morning.