Reincarnation with AI (Unemployment-Free)

Chapter 59 Persuading Paul

Sword training time as usual.

Rudius brandished his wooden sword and attacked Paul.

Paul, wielding his sword in one hand, effortlessly dealt with Rudius's relentless pursuit.

With Rudyus's current strength, even if he were to strike Paul directly with a wooden sword, the effect would be about the same as giving him a back pat.

Rudius is quite weak in swordsmanship.

After making strategic plans, the first step, of course, is to obtain Paul's consent.

Without Paul's help, Rudius might have had to find a way to run away from home.

Is this considered inheriting a good family tradition?

Paul's status at home is now very low. Lilia follows Senis's lead, and Rudius values ​​Senis even more.

But this only refers to various trivial matters.

From the perspective of women being in charge of the household, Senis was indeed the one in charge.

Paul didn't have much authority at home.

However, important decisions concerning his future still require Paul's approval.

Paul was the one who took charge in this matter.

There are three obstacles to going to work in Roya: safety issues, ability issues, and learning swordsmanship.

First, there's the issue of safety. Rudeus is a child, so he needs someone to take care of him, which is unavoidable. However, Roya has relatives who can look after Rudeus.

Secondly, regarding his abilities, his job is naturally to teach Alice to read and do arithmetic, and incidentally, to teach Kyrie. With Sylphie's presence, Paul has fully understood how strong Rudeus's abilities are.

Finally, regarding swordsmanship, Gilead, as the Sword King, was a more powerful swordsman than Paul, and also superior in teaching skills. Moreover, she happened to be rescued by Paul's relatives in Roja.

Paul only needed to write to Philip to learn the news and transfer the sword training to Gilead.

That made everything fall into place.

According to the original storyline, Rudeus has now met the conditions to apply to Paul to go to Roa.

All that's left is to speak.

The crisp sound of wooden swords clashing echoed intermittently.

Rudius's wooden sword was parried once again, and his hand went slightly numb.

He took a half step back, adjusted his breathing, and reassessed his opponent.

Paul gripped his sword with one hand, barely moving a step, simply deflecting Rudius's attack as if shooing away a persistent flying insect.

His posture was so relaxed it was almost lazy, the tip of his sword drooping listlessly, and his entire body was full of openings.

But every attack aimed at those weaknesses was gently deflected by Paul's wooden sword.

Rudius felt that Paul was much happier than he was.

It's like the two of them are sitting in front of the computer, and Paul is urging Rudius to play another game, just to "beat" him.

Son, to gain pleasure.

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"Put in more force," Paul said. "When you come at us, don't just lunge forward; save your knees for later."

Rudius took a breath and readjusted his stance.

Paul was right just now.

Rudius realized he was in a hurry, his weight had shifted to his toes, and if Paul wanted to counterattack then, a simple sweeping leg would have sent him sprawling to the ground.

A six-year-old's body is indeed a cage; no matter how fast the tactics in one's mind run, they can't compare to pure numerical superiority.

In Paul's eyes, his current strength and speed are probably about the same as a fluttering chick.

Another feint attack, Rudius's sword tip touched Paul's left shoulder, then he changed direction and swept across his right ribs.

Paul, arriving late but arriving early, deftly turned his wooden sword, neutralizing the attack.

Rudeus took two steps back, leaning on his sword and panting.

Half of it was an act, and the other half was genuine exhaustion.

"Dad, I have an idea."

Paul raised an eyebrow and slung the wooden sword over his shoulder. "Oh? What's your idea?"

"I want to use magic and have a serious fight with you."

"Rudy, while you may be talented in magic, that doesn't mean you can challenge a warrior at this distance," Paul teased. "At this distance, even if you use a spell without chanting, I'll cut you down in an instant."

"Then I'll use wind magic to dodge it," Rudeus replied matter-of-factly.

"Really? It seems that reasoning doesn't work." Paul said, his expression gradually becoming serious. In this kind of situation, a fight is more effective than a hundred arguments.

"But playing seriously would also do you a good job," Paul said, slowly shifting his feet and adjusting his angle. "Why don't you give it a try?"

As soon as he finished speaking, without warning or any preparatory movement, Paul's body, like a taut bow, suddenly shifted from stillness to a sudden forward thrust.

With his body lowered, his eyes serious, and his habitual posture, Paul approached with a fierce aura.

At the very moment Paul lowered his body, Rudius began to chant: "May the great protection of water descend upon the place you ask for—"

The two were only four or five steps apart, but for Paul, who was charging forward, three steps was enough.

However, Rudyus can be brought into attack range in the blink of an eye.

However, when Paul took his second step, his foot sank into a patch of mud that suddenly appeared.

That was Rudius releasing the mud with his foot.

Although Paul knew that Rudeus could use light magic, flight magic, and even laundry magic, Rudeus had never shown Paul any magic related to swamps.

A hint of surprise flashed in Paul's eyes. He looked down at his feet and shifted his weight to his other foot without hesitation.

Paul's body moved faster than his mind.

Withdrawing his gaze, Paul suddenly exerted force, splashing mud everywhere, breaking free from the swamp's restraints, and continued his charge towards Rudius.

However, this delay was enough for Rudeus to cast another spell.

Rudeus activated earth magic with his other foot, and a pillar of earth rose from the ground with a roar, not from Paul's feet, but from Rudeus's own feet.

A pillar of earth sent Rudius flying.

Rudius first bent his knees to absorb the force, and then pushed off with all his might.

We will use this opportunity to soar high.

"Oh no!" Paul thought instinctively.

Knowing beforehand that Rudeus possessed flight magic, Paul concluded that Rudeus intended to use flight magic against him.

After all, once it takes flight, there's nothing he can do about it, but these are just the child's clever ideas.

Paul was fully confident that he could intercept Rudius before he leisurely ascended to a safe altitude.

That kind of magical flight that mimics a hot air balloon, its instantaneous takeoff speed is even slower than that of a butterfly.

However, everything changed under Rudeus's two magical spells.

Rudius is not "flying up" now, he's "launched out".

A swamp was used to delay Paul, and a clay magic spell was used to launch him into the air.

Rudeus could have flown into the sky first and then activated his flight magic.

Flying during combat is different from flying during casual play.

Although Rudius's takeoff using earth magic was fast, his small body couldn't withstand much thrust, and his speed was too slow compared to Paul's dash.

Paul didn't give up. He continued sprinting, gathering his strength, preparing to jump and intercept Rudius before he reached his highest point.

Just then, a glint of fire appeared in Paul's eyes.

Rudy, is he casting a fireball spell when he's clearly chanting water magic?

This guy clearly knows how to chant without incantation, but he deliberately chanted it to confuse me.

After being knocked into the air, Rudius performed a backflip in mid-air.

His body flipped in mid-air, using his torso to obscure the movement of his hands and block Paul's view of them.

When Rudius turned around to face Paul, he was already holding a fireball in his left hand.

"A cool, shallow stream appears here." The spell for the Water Sphere was completed at this moment, and the water sphere gradually gathered in Rudeus's right hand.

Rudius twisted and threw the fireball from his left hand at Paul.

Paul's pupils reflected the ordinary fireball, a fireball that was nothing special except for its faster speed.

It was a feint.

Paul made a decision instantly.

Are you planning to keep delaying?

Do you want me to slow down or dodge so I can buy time to take off completely?

Then split it open.

Paul assumed a chopping stance and charged towards the fireball without slowing down in the slightest.

His wooden sword sliced ​​precisely into the center of the fireball from top to bottom.

The fireball exploded, scattering sparks everywhere.

Paul squinted, momentarily losing sight of Rudius.

Rudius then unleashed a water ball spell he had conjured in his right hand toward Paul.

However, this water ball spell is spontaneously formed through chanting and does not occupy the right hand's casting slot.

The magic that Rudeus truly condensed in his right hand was also the fireball spell.

The moment the water sphere flew out, Rudeus's accumulated magic power condensed into flames in his right hand.

A faster fireball followed the same path as the water ball, chasing after it like a whirlwind.

Paul's sword cleaved through the fireball and the heatwave.

Looking up, I saw a water ball spell, and a fireball chasing after it at high speed.

?

Paul's mind went blank for a brief moment.

I don't quite understand the current situation I see.

Two spells?

Two spells were released at once?

Is this something a magician can do?

However, Paul's body did not wait for him to think.

Years of combat instincts took over, and the wooden sword adjusted its angle, naturally making a parrying motion.

Water Sphere is a very weak spell; it doesn't even need to be cleaved, just parried with the sword.

However, using parrying makes it impossible to deal with the fireballs that are closely following behind.

The only way to deal with fireballs is to either cleave them in advance or dodge them.

If you try to block the water ball, there won't be time to adjust your movements and split the fireball.

It seems I can't catch up with this kid—Paul thought to himself.

No, Paul's gaze sharpened.

The trajectory of the water ball and the trajectory of the fireball are approaching each other.

This water ball will be caught up by the fireball before it hits me!

"boom-

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The fireball caught up with the water ball.

The rapid phase transition between water and fire caused the water sphere to vaporize instantly, expanding its volume thousands of times and exploding into a ball of scalding steam.

The scalding steam spread outwards at an explosive speed, instantly engulfing Paul.

Rudius floated in the air, watching the cloud of steam in the courtyard, and did not continue the pursuit.

At this point, the outcome is already decided.

Paul burst out from one side of the steam cloud, still steaming, his face and arms were red, and his clothes and hair were wet and clung to his body.

However, it doesn't look like he was burned.

He looked up at Rudeus, who was floating in the air, and gave a wry smile.

It wasn't anger, frustration, or even surprise.

It was a kind of bewilderment mixed with "What just happened?" and "Am I still half asleep?"

I feel like I understand Luo Qixi's feelings a little better now.

Rudeus floated down from the sky and asked, "Father, do you need healing magic?"

"Rudy, you little rascal, did you plan this all along?" Paul grabbed Rudyus and playfully patted his head with his fist.

"Ouch! That hurts!" Rudius cried out in pain, trying to break free from Paul's embrace, grabbing Paul's arms with both hands and kicking his legs wildly in the air.

Unfortunately, a six-year-old's neck can't twist an adult's arm.

However, Paul didn't make things difficult for Rudius and stopped after drilling a couple of times.

"You mean that swamp, and the one that bounced itself up with dirt, and the last water and fireballs?" Paul continued, putting his arm around Rudius.

Rudius neither struggled nor answered.

He looked up and met Paul's eyes.

"Father, can I go to Roya?" Rudeus asked directly.

The smile in Paul's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a seriousness rarely seen in Rudius.

"Is this what you wanted to tell me?"

"Um."

Why?

The laziness in Paul's eyes had faded, leaving only a quiet, earnest anticipation of an answer.

"I want to find a job somewhere and earn money to go to magic university with Silphie."

Paul said almost without hesitation, "But this may not be a good thing for Hilfi."

"I know," Rudius replied.

Paul paused for a moment, looked at Rudius, and said nothing.

On that small face that looked up at him, there was no sense of grievance at being rejected, nor any eagerness to defend herself.

Some things are simply—peace.

Since that family crisis, the child has become increasingly mature, to the point that Paul can't be sure whether the child truly understands or is just pretending.

But he was only six years old.

Can a six-year-old really understand?

Paul remained silent for a few seconds.

Should we send him to a wider world?

Such an outstanding child certainly can't stay in this rural backwater forever.

But isn't it too early now?

"Dad, could you please ask around for me? Maybe you can find a suitable job?" Rudius said. "If not, that's alright, I can wait until I'm a bit older before I go out."

Paul's heart skipped a beat.

This child has already been given a way out; wouldn't it be too heartless to refuse him now?

Paul felt he still had many concerns he hadn't voiced, but he might as well ask Rudius for his thoughts first.

"Alright, but what can you do?" Paul asked, then added, "Although you have a great talent for magic, I can't allow you to become an adventurer at such a young age."

"Oh dear, I'm a genius. Even if I don't become an adventurer, I have plenty of other things to do," Rudeus added matter-of-factly. "Why don't I just become a tutor?"

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Private tutor?

A six-year-old tutor?

Paul wanted to retort, to say, "Who would hire a six-year-old as a teacher?", but he swallowed the words back.

Because he suddenly remembered Sylphie.

That little girl who couldn't even speak properly back then has now been taught to read and write by Rudius.

I can cast magic now.

Paul found himself unable to refute Rudius—instead, he felt Rudius was truly capable.

When the thought popped into his head, Paul himself was taken aback.

"Can't I?" Rudius asked, tilting his head to look at Paul.

"It's not that it's impossible, but I have other considerations—"

Paul paused.

He did have concerns.

No matter how strong a child is, they still have an overwhelming lack of experience.

Safety concerns, being too far from home, sword training, how to get past Senis, whether Philip would accept a six-year-old teacher—but when these questions came to mind, they felt like making excuses.

"Well, we can ask first; maybe there are other solutions," Rudius added. "Besides, I don't necessarily have to go."

Yes, let's ask first.

They didn't let Rudius pack up and leave right now.

"Okay," Paul reached out and ruffled Rudius's hair. "I'll write to ask first, but don't get your hopes up too high."

"Okay," Rudius replied with a smile.

Paul couldn't help but pat Rudius's head again as he looked at Rudius's obedient appearance.

This kid is more obedient than anyone else when he needs to be, and more shrewd than anyone else when he needs to be.

"Rudy, you'll have to talk to Mom yourself, right?" Paul added quietly.

"Yes, I'll go and tell Mom myself."