The days since the incident with Gus have been the same as before.
Once I got to the exit with Gus, and joined Brad waiting, I didn't say a word about fighting Gus.
If Gus said he couldn't tell Brad, he believed there were circumstances that just couldn't.
Regardless, I hid it, so my attitude might have gone a little crazy.
but that magical training just took me half a day to survive being thrown into an undead nest in the first place.
It seemed that Brad and Marie had to decide that there was something wrong with their behavior and that fear and nervousness had not yet escaped.
Additionally, Vlaskus' skeleton was actually a pain in the ass.
When Gus reported on the course of his training, he said, "Will fought Vlaskus," and Brad said to comfort him that he had no choice but to go in and help.
It was a voice that didn't consider the possibility of me winning alone.
Brad's jaw dropped when Gus said he won the game alone.
Literally, the mandibular bone is puffy.
On the ground.
Brad rushing back to his jawbone was a medium-surreal sight.
... But is it so troublesome to be Vlaskus?
It seemed a few steps weaker than Brad's, but the truth is, was it weaker than it should be for some reason?
The undead should have learned that their skills and abilities will not grow during their lifetime.
"Uh, Vlaskus, how troublesome is he to Brad?
"Mm-hmm. Me? I'd go straight ahead and keep my neck shut. That's it!
Brad flinched and said.
... what. Vlaskus isn't that strong after all.
I just thought Brad might be underestimating me a little, or he might not be able to show his strength in action.
"Well, I can beat Vlaskus, too. Not yet."
After gaining a little strength, Marie Kasumi also said that if she climbed up, she would fall high. You have to be careful.
With that in mind, Brad and Gus looked weird together. And to each,
"Oh, wow."
"Well, I guess so."
and so on.
...? What is it? I feel like I'm making some mistake, but I'm not sure.
The topic flowed without knowing, and the topic moved to the loot.
I also saw some old coins and ornaments in the basement, but couldn't afford more luggage, so it's one of those short spears that can be considered a loot.
My first trophy, so when I bring it back to the temple, all three of them are intrigued.
The tip is straight spear shaped, about 30 cm across the blade.
It is long enough to cross my height according to the pattern.
The blade print is a straight blade, and there is some carving of the Word on the blade itself.
The tip is large and the steel is bright.
Once it is slightly creased around the roots, but the condition is glossy and quite good. That is Brad's valve.
The colour of the patterned material is a dark brown tannic hue. Marie says a tree called Walnut seems to be the ingredient.
The bronze ring engraved with the Word is tightened at the base of the tip of the ear, making it a good accent.
The stone-piercing hardware is small, simple shaped like a bridge column dry.
Overall, it is a short spear with a practical headquarters that seems to be made by Dwarves, but on the contrary, it exudes the beauty and presence that has shredded waste.
Dark colored pattern with brilliant steel tips illuminating the light.
When I thought this was my weapon, I got a little nervous.
Enough to unwittingly grip and do a few bare shakes and moulds in the garden.
... No, I'm ashamed, boys always want to have weapons or vehicles that are just for themselves.
Maybe the same guy would all understand.
As Gus taught me how to appraise the effect again, I looked into it in detail with him and found that this was the spear named "Pale Moon".
The magic effect of the Word of Creation is given to each of the tip and pattern.
At the tip, there is one common phrase that strengthens penetration and cutting power, as well as strength and quality retention.
Furthermore, the phrases based on the example "light (lumens)" appear to be engraved to provide adjustable lighting for the range and luminosity.
I can't seem to shed enough light to be dazzling, but it's too much to make it a light in the dark. I don't need a pine light.
In addition to the Word of Strength and Quality Retention, the pattern also contains the Word about stretching and retracting objects.
They can adjust the length of the pattern in the range of about 1 to 4 meters while maintaining hardness and tenacity, if it takes about half an hour, or half an hour.
I can't stretch it all of a sudden or anything during battle, but depending on the situation, I can use it as a long spear, and I can bring it into the closing.
... neither effect is plain convenient, although it is not a flame or shock or a flashy effect.
I can think of a use for it.
Wow.
Really awesome.
Really, it's a magic weapon! And it's my own!
The three of them looked at me with very warm eyes, tense and unexpectedly trying different lengths, swinging the spear and polishing the spear repeatedly even though it was not dirty.
... No, you can't help it. The magic weapon you won yourself! Glad to hear it!
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From then on, the days passed peacefully.
In Brad and Gus classes, we were supposed to dive into the underground sometimes, but we're used to it.
With "Pale Moon" and long swords, he went through many, many real-time battles against the Demon Undead.
Even if you encounter Vlaskus class individuals, they are no more clumsy than before.
In the end, I almost remembered the structure of the underground. And then, no matter what came out of it, I was no longer the target, so a handful was finally imposed on me.
In the form of clothing and daggers only, entering the underground area and returning to the designated number in local procurement to take weapons and protective equipment from the undead.
It was hard, but it didn't take long until I could manage to do that either.
By the way, I also picked up weapons and ornaments in good condition, but there were no more than "Pale Moon" brands on the boulder.
But I think it has been a very good experience to try different kinds of weapons and protective equipment, ranging from poor quality weapons and a few hits, branded products, long ones to short ones.
... Then there has been a change in Gus' class since then.
There was no more harsh stuffing like before.
"I've had enough of your knowledge," Gus said. "It's not time to learn something else," he said.
And when Brad also asked him out, Gus opened the casino.
Dice gambling.
They were all scolded by Marie when they were discovered at a place where they were all excited about making various major bets in this world, using gold and silver coins that each had picked up from the underground as a stake.
Since he was strictly told to ban gambling, Gus next taught me a lot of board games without betting.
A game in which pawns advance and progress with dice and strategies like Bi Six in the old sense, Backgammon, or Egyptian Senate.
Games that pawn together like chess, chess, or checkers, or place stones like reversi or bezel.
Or there were games like mahjong in which the patterns of the cards were aligned to create roles.
If you are a first-rate wizard, it seems that you have a passion for intellectual play around it.
Because this board game is sometimes used for wizards to duel each other.
The magic is not as powerful as it sounds, and the user is often indoorsy.
When I physically duel with an abominable opponent rubbed with some clap, I get a lot of barren consequences of mutual consultation.
When I rubbed it there, I drew a contract, and it seems to be an upbringing derived from the fact that I occasionally settled for intellectual play.
Unexpectedly, I thought of some card-game comics from my previous life, but when I think about them, the occasional use of games for dueling ceremonies was also in real antiquity in my previous life.
Especially those involving luck elements that were used to question the weather or something...... whoa, gossip.
That, of course, also taught backgammon such as seriously double or triple magic exercises.
Even in the previous life, there was the art of writing another letter with the left and right hands, or the street art of letting you try another performance while playing the instrument, but somehow the multiple magic is close to that one.
I think the trick is to automate the combination that I often use, just like the sword moves, by making my hands and mouth remember.
That's why I considered a few practical combinations with gas to make it look good on my body.
but although the double managed to imitate it, the triple was too difficult.
Guess it's from Gus' years of training.
Gus himself said he couldn't resist being imitated by the boulders for a year or so...
If I train for many years, will the day come when I will reach the realm?
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Then Brad and I played a lot in addition to the class.
Brad is basically an outdoorsman, hunting, collecting, climbing trees and climbing cliffs.
Or there was a lot of half-training content like swimming and vegetarian diving in the lake, trapping, snatching fish in fishing, etc.
And then I brewed other drinks.
I knew Marie was going to scold me, so I sneaked up on mountain grapes and stuffed the juice in a pot disinfected with hot water and sealed it with a cloth to ferment it.
Then, in order to increase the alcohol content, the two of us hived and even added sugar with honey, laughing gahaha.
Besides, I had a delicious bee child, but when I thought about it, I became wild in my previous life.
... and after about ten days, I made sure it was properly fermented and alcoholic, and then the two of us exchanged cups together.
Even so, Brad has no throat or tongue, of course.
Though I had a bumpy fall off the edge I put in my mouth, and I probably didn't know what it tasted like, and I couldn't get drunk.
But it seemed somewhat delicious and enjoyable.
So I guess. I drank too much with him.
I should have made quite a few, but the two of us... or Brad was so wasted that I dried most of them because there was a fusi that I was reluctant to use.
My body seemed to be resistant to alcohol in this life, but as a result I drank my first drink kapakapa without a big knob...... naturally, I was very drunk.
I guess that's why I did that.
... Brad and I got in a good mood and dared to peek at Marie.
Marie's.
Mummy's.
Get dressed.
For a peek.
You may not know what you're talking about, but you honestly don't know what you're talking about either.
It was a total drunken tension.
Of course, if both me and Brad care about it, it's a lot of silence and quiet, but it's time for a syllable.
I made a light noise and discovered it, and after being flattened, it was more snug and squeezed than when I opened the casino.
I think Marie used to forgive me for peeking at a woman's change of clothes after being intoxicated.
It should be noted that Marie's body itself was almost full of bones and skin, regardless of mummification, so I didn't think about it or anything.
but Marie was a little thrilled to be ashamed of being peeked at, and that found out and added more sermons.
And when I woke up the next day, I was dreaming. … yes, familiar.
It's time to change your voice, so you'll be familiar with that, but your sexual awakening is mummy.
Sexual awakening is mummy......
Besides, I put a kick in it because that's what Brad found out and pointed at me and I got a big laugh.
And Marie vowed to take this secret to her grave.
while washing the dirty lower strip.
…… let's refrain from alcohol in the future. Let's be honest.