Jobless Reincarnation: Sword, Magic Hat and Romance System

Chapter 36 The Butterfly's Wings Flutter, Luo Qixi Returns

The smoke and dust didn't reappear for quite a while after it dissipated, as if it were carefully assessing the situation.

A moment later, the writing reappeared, scattered and jumping around.

[The gap between me and a Water Saint-level swordsman is very small.]

[It's just one opportunity away.]

Allen blinked.

"An opportunity?"

[Perhaps it was through a high-pressure real-world battle that you gained a comprehensive understanding, or perhaps it was an epiphany like your fight with Paul this morning. To be honest, I can't offer precise advice. Your level increase is also based on a rough assessment derived from searching swordsmen of the same level. Swordsmanship skills are inherently difficult to quantify precisely. For example, if you could counterattack when you activated your self-created ultimate technique, you would definitely be able to easily defeat the average Water Saint. Unfortunately, compared to the Water Gods and Water Saints, you currently lack a touch of agility.]

Allen rubbed his chin.

"Should we retaliate?"

Rudy was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Allen winking at him and rubbing his chin, a chill ran down his spine.

"You've won twice, so what? Why are you looking at your spoils like that?! Do you think I'm some kind of wife you can just take home after winning in a barbarian tribe?"

Although he was defeated by Allen twice in a row, once he adjusted his mindset, he felt that he could do it again.

After all, it was a back-and-forth battle, wasn't it?

"This is Allen, someone who can go toe-to-toe with Paul!"

"I've tried my best. I'm sure if Loki saw this, she'd only marvel at Allen's strength and wouldn't be too harsh on me. After all, Loki is so good at encouraging people~"

Rudy quickly exonerated himself, and then he heard slightly anxious footsteps pattering down from the hill.

The next moment, Silphi burst through the thick fog and entered the battlefield.

"Hey! Allen! Rudy! Are you alright?!"

At this moment, Allen finally came to his senses. He turned to look at Sylphie's anxious expression and smiled gently.

"It's okay."

Rudy squinted at Allen.

"Your attitude is so different! Why were you just winking and rubbing your chin at me earlier?!"

Hilfi stepped forward, first looking Allen up and down, then at Rudy. Seeing that neither of them had any injuries, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She patted her chest and said earnestly to Rudy, still feeling lingering fear.

"Rudy, I think we shouldn't continue with such dangerous fights next time; it's easy to get injured."

She then pointed to Allen's chipped blade.

Rudy's lips twitched involuntarily under Allen's somewhat subtle gaze.

"You're making it sound like I was the one beating Allen up, but that's not true at all!!"

Allen scratched his head awkwardly, looked around at the foggy surroundings, and said to the two of them.

"Let's put everything else aside for now and clear out the thick fog. It's too dark down the hillside; it looks like some kind of cult ritual."

Rudy replied irritably.

"Yes, Lord Allen."

After he used a fireball to dissipate the mist, Hilfi, Rudy, and Allen all showed embarrassed expressions.

The hillside below was muddy, with not a single clean place to step.

If we plant rice seedlings now, we might be able to harvest a golden rice field by midsummer or autumn.

The problem is that this small hill is practically the three's secret base, so it's not appropriate to invite villagers to farm it. Besides, the place is far from the village, and no one is willing to take it over.

So Sylphie and Rudy could only use healing magic to restore the grass on the severely damaged areas, in order to cover up the ugly mud that had been exposed.

This busy work took up most of the day.

In the afternoon, the group went with Paul to the village blacksmith's shop and replaced the blade on Allen's old knife handle with a new one.

Fortunately, Allen's knife was just an ordinary sharp dagger, and it was easy to find a similar lightweight, thin blade.

Paul was astonished when he learned the details of their match.

"Are you guys taking this competition this seriously? The intricate tactical setup is practically like going on a maze adventure. And Allen, what's with your swordsmanship? I've never heard of it before."

Upon hearing this, Allen scratched his face.

"I learned swordsmanship at the Water God School in the capital of Asura since I was a child. The inspiration for that secret technique came from Her Majesty Lady Lieda."

Paul and Rudy both stared wide-eyed, while only Hilfi looked on with a bewildered expression.

Rudy immediately became excited.

"So you really have met the Water Goddess! Is she a particularly powerful, mature, older sister type? Judging from her name, she sounds like that kind of older, blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman!"

"She seems a lot like Teresa from Claymore."

Paul and Allen squinted at Rudy at the same time, and after a while, Paul scratched his face and said helplessly.

"Well, he's definitely older and powerful, but let's not go for the blond hair and blue eyes."

"How should I put it? She's truly my child; her focus is always on some strange things."

Allen sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

"She was an old woman who was only half a head taller than Luo Qixi. She was very dignified, but her aesthetic sense was a bit strange."

"It's truly remarkable that someone could harbor goodwill towards a fat pig like Darius and be willing to risk their life to repay his kindness."

Each of the three spoke a single sentence, a heartfelt remark; perhaps this is what Greratter is all about.

Rudy was stunned by Allen's words, and then Paul turned to look at Allen.

"Are you Her Majesty Leda's personally instructed disciple?"

Allen looked up at him.

"Yes."

Paul nodded.

"No wonder he has such high attainments in the Water God Style at such a young age. It also makes sense that he is not good at the Sword God Style. The Water God Style headquarters is almost entirely filled with noble children who will become guards or knights in the capital. The Sword God Style, which mainly emphasizes offense, is not suitable for that kind of environment."

Rudy looked at the two of them after hearing this.

"Is Allen also a nobleman?"

Upon hearing this, Allen's expression stiffened, and he quickly laughed it off.

"Ah, well, you could say that. Well... I did something wrong in matters of love and sex, so I fled the dojo to become an adventurer."

Paul's face stiffened when he heard this all-too-familiar growth trajectory.

"You brat, you're obviously talking about me."

He then gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words.

"Yeah, yeah, that brat really doesn't follow the rules. Haha, hahaha."

Upon hearing this, even the outsider, Sylphie, froze for a moment.

What does it mean to "disregard the rules in matters of sex"?

The three of them looked at each other blankly and fell into an awkward silence.

Rudy, observing their behavior, narrowed his eyes.

"Something's fishy. Is Allen really a wandering adventurer? If he were an ordinary person, there's no way he'd go to the Water God School's main dojo to learn swordsmanship. And judging from Paul's attitude, there are a lot of suspicious points."

-

As night fell, all the lights in Grerat went out, the moon was swallowed by the clouds, and the village of Bouyena was utterly quiet at night.

After two fights today, Allen was exhausted, both physically and mentally. He had already fallen asleep in bed before the creaking sounds of sleep began.

Late at night, he heard a faint noise beside his ear, as if some elastic object was making a soft, clattering sound back and forth.

Allen frowned, but the voice kept coming, making him more and more awake.

Finally, he rolled over and roared in his heart.

"Hey, you couple next door, watch your voice! Can't a person get any sleep?! Playing ball until the middle of the night every night, who can stand that?!"

The next instant, as he regained consciousness, he suddenly realized that the sound was not coming from next door, but from the crack in the window right next to the bed.

Allen squinted and turned to pull back the curtains.

In the dim darkness, a figure of not too tall was pacing back and forth cautiously on the steps in front of the small building's main entrance.

"A thief? They managed to steal from the village knight's house? That doesn't seem right."

He observed for a while and found that the figure showed no sign of leaving. It was just pacing back and forth repeatedly, as if struggling to decide which room to start stealing from.

He flipped over, grabbed his knife, silently opened the window, and used his fighting spirit to descend along the wall into the courtyard.

The moment it landed, the figure seemed startled and jumped up, turning around.

The next instant, a blade gleaming with a cold light was placed next to the other person's neck.

Allen was about to speak in a threatening tone, but when he saw the other person's face up close, his pupils widened and he showed a look of horror.

A mountain breeze blew, and the dark clouds in the sky seemed to have rejected the moon, spitting it out from their bellies. In an instant, the moonlight poured down from the sky like a silver ribbon.

The figure of the future person is illuminated:

Two long blue whips swayed slightly in the wind, moonlight shimmering on the wisps of hair on her forehead. She clutched the magic hat in her arms, her wisps of hair slightly disheveled, and looked at Allen with an expression that was both flustered and strangely reassuring.

Luo Qixi.

The light in God's eyes needs no moonlight to illuminate it.

It's enough to make one feel disappointed.

(End of this chapter)