Jobless Reincarnation: Sword, Magic Hat and Romance System

Chapter 75 Was it the moonlight that plummeted to the bottom of the valley?

Let's go back to one day ago.

At the moment of falling off the cliff.

Without the support of Rudy's breath magic, Allen and Hilfi plummeted from the sky!

The two were very close, just how close?

The strong winds in the valley blew Allen's long hair into disarray, and his glasses had already shattered during the first round of breaking through the monsters. The hair tie that held Allen's hair back had also been confiscated by the strong winds from the cliff.

The wind howled, playing a chorus like a mournful march, as the slightly coarse brown hair and the soft, smooth green hair embraced each other and danced a tango.

Intertwined and entwined in the wind.

The fall in that instant.

The two people, who were very close to each other, looked at each other in the darkness, their breaths hitting each other's faces.

Allen's eyebrows furrowed, his astonishment barely concealed. He simply couldn't understand why Sylphy would do this, or how she could react so quickly and grab his hand.

Meanwhile, Hilfi squinted her eyes into beautiful crescents against the wind, her bewildered expression tinged with a hint of stubbornness. Her reddish-brown eyes on her youthful face stared intently at Allen's face, mirroring the serious look on Allen's face when he scrutinized someone.

At this moment, there was no suspension bridge in the air.

But the two of them fell from the suspension bridge together!

The wind howled past my ears.

Light and shadow flashed before my eyes.

The heart beats against the ventricles, pounding wildly.

Allen only paused for a moment before reacting. He opened his eyes wide in anger, hugged Hilfi tightly in his arms, and roared instinctively.

"Are you out of your mind?!"

There was no time to listen to Hilfi's reaction; at the same time, his "Flow of Sensation" technique was being frantically exploited and activated.

Meanwhile, Sylphie gripped his bloodied back tightly, a faint green light appearing and disappearing in her hand as she struggled to concentrate, preventing her from fully casting her incantation-free healing spell.

Sylphie frowned, abandoning the idea of casting a healing spell. Tears welled up in her eyes from fear, but she still stubbornly shouted something.

The wind tugged at Hilfi's long, disjointed syllables beside her ear.

The sound fell straight down.

"No!"

"want!"

"Yes!"

Allen couldn't hear what Hilfi was saying. In the darkness, his pupils were almost the size of pinpoints, rapidly moving within their sockets. Years of learning the Water God Style's perception allowed information about his surroundings to flash through his mind like lightning in that instant:

To the right was an empty valley; in the darkness, one couldn't see beyond, but the howling wind echoed through the empty space. The situation directly ahead was similar to the right. The wind sweeping past my back was smooth and unobstructed. To the left…

The wind howled and became chaotic!

"That's the sound of the wind rubbing against the cliff face; the darkness there is more 'viscous' than in other directions!"

"Cliff!!"

As soon as the thought settled in his mind's eye, Allen, holding Sylphie in one arm, made a circle with his palm and swept it from above his head to his side. Battle aura was released from his fingertips, shattering the rubble above their heads into dust. With precise control of his strength, he swung his palm to the left, the battle aura already contained, merely 'bumping' the airflow to the side.

Sure enough, the turbulent airflow responded in just a moment.

"About two meters!"

With his thoughts racing and his brain overloaded by the "Sensory Flow" buff, Allen completed this series of judgments in less than a second. He flicked his hand and released an "Avalanche Fall" in the opposite direction. His battle aura surged and scattered, sending him flying through the air.

Then, using the momentum, he swung the blade backhand and pinned it to the cliff face!

Under the high-speed reaction force, Allen wrapped his fighting spirit around the tip of the blade, and sparks shot out from the cliff face, leaving a long trail of light.

The blade got stuck in the cliff face, and then the two of them suddenly stopped in mid-air. The huge inertia tore them back and bounced them in the air.

The blade bent into a huge arc, and sparks flew around Allen's pupils!

But his expression was ashen.

In his line of sight, the slender, thin blade was almost at a ninety-degree angle and was still bending downwards.

then.

The blade suddenly snapped!

Allen's preferred weapon is a thin-bladed longsword. At this moment, if his fighting spirit is not wrapped around the blade to increase its hardness, it will be impossible for him to pierce through the cliff face.

If battle qi is wrapped around the blade, the originally quite resilient thin-bladed longsword becomes extremely easy to break.

This was actually within Allen's expectations, but he dared not gamble on stopping his momentum with his bayonet in the last few meters below the cliff. How could he accurately measure the time the blade would be stuck on the cliff? What if the blade couldn't penetrate the soil of the cliff immediately due to the moisture at the bottom of the valley? Would there still be a chance to adjust?

So he anticipated the attack and swung his knife at the cliff face.

Fortunately, it worked after just one swing of the knife.

At this moment, their bodies were briefly suspended in mid-air. Allen looked at the broken blade in his hand and felt his body about to fall again. A fierce look flashed in his eyes.

Judging from the time of the fall, there's still at least several tens of meters to the bottom of the valley. A direct fall would be fatal!

"Now I'm using the four-legged form with the 'adhesive' aura, even though it might lead to broken arms and legs, but I can't worry about that now. There's no better solution so far; intermediate healing techniques should alleviate some of the injuries, as long as..."

"It's good that Sylphie is alright!"

With his brain overloaded, Allen's thoughts raced, and he quickly made a judgment based on the current situation. As soon as the thought was formed, he shouted!

"Hold on tight and don't let go, you hear me!"

"don't want!!!"

"You heard that? Huh???"

Allen's legs and feet were ready to touch the cliff face, but at that moment, a hurried denial came from his arms. Since he came to the Grellat family, he had never been "rejected" by Hilfi, and he couldn't help but look down in surprise.

At the very moment he made that move.

The wind picked up.

That wasn't the wind whipped up by the fall, but rather it was released from the palm of the girl in his arms. Before anyone knew it, Hilfi's legs were wrapped around Allen's waist like an octopus. She stretched out her hands, closed her eyes tightly, adjusted her emotions, and concentrated her mind. Finally, at this moment, she released the blowing magic!

Magic surged wildly in her palm without regard for loss, and howling winds lashed at the air beneath them, desperately trying to stop their fall!

Allen felt the soft skin encircling his waist and abdomen rubbing harshly against his own skin, a strong burning and tearing pain emanating from the point of contact.

In that brief moment, as the one who activated the blowing magic and the core of the force, Hilfi could no longer hold onto Allen's body.

Allen was in a state of panic. This was not the outcome he wanted, but there was no time to communicate with Sylphie to make adjustments. If he continued to waste time, the acceleration of the fall would increase again, and he would definitely be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

Allen quickly used the Flowing Technique to precisely control and grab Sylphie's waist and abdomen, sticking the two tightly together and merging them into a single force-bearing whole.

The two regained their footing instantly, but even so, they were still falling!

Allen's judgment was generally correct. The place where the two stopped was 74 meters from the bottom of the valley. How long did they free fall?

3.89 seconds!

And what happens after the blowing magic is performed?

The answer is 7 seconds!

In those brief seven seconds, Allen quickly adjusted to the most suitable posture.

The echoing sound of the cliff crashing to the ground not far to the side was like a water balloon bursting on the ground with a popping sound.

Those were monsters that fell like rain and were smashed into a bloody pulp.

Seven seconds passed in the blink of an eye.

With a "thud," a wave of air spread out from under Allen's feet, causing his knees to buckle and slam into the ground, his joints creaking and cracking.

A faint, almost imperceptible green light swept across his body.

Back and knee injuries can be healed instantly.

He straightened up, and Silphie's soft hair tickled his face. He felt Silphie's heart pounding as well as his own, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Hilfie's breath magic was really powerful. It felt like falling from a height of ten meters; so much of the kinetic energy was neutralized that she landed safely. This minimized the damage. She was a huge help."

Allen ruffled Hilfi's hair, took a step back, and looked down at her face.

But unlike the joyful expression of someone who had survived the ordeal that Allen had expected, the latter looked dejected and had tears in his eyes. He first looked at Allen's face with a wronged pout, unable to speak for a long time, and his lips lifted and then fell again.

Finally, as if confirming that Allen was alright, she smiled through her tears.

She had been imitating Ellen's expression for the past year. Now, she finally couldn't hold back any longer, and her girlish innocence returned, her emotions flowing freely onto her face.

But Allen's gaze toward Sylphie froze, his expression shifting from joy to astonishment, and then to blankness.

The sun sank into the mountain stream, while the moon hung high in the sky.

As the dark clouds recede, the moon will naturally emerge from them.

A silver ribbon of moonlight fell from the sky in front of the two of them.

At this moment.

In Allen's constricted, horrified pupils.

Hilfi's soft hair swayed gently in the moonlight, and snowflakes drifted in the air like falling stardust.

A halo of moonlight lingered on her hair and reflected in her eyes.

Her soft hair shimmered, as gentle as moonlight.

It was like moonlight.

Pure and flawless.

Two chapters, 5500 words.