Reincarnation with AI (Unemployment-Free)

Chapter 66 Father's Farewell

My daily training time is unwavering.

Paul and Rudius are practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard.

The sound of wooden swords clashing was incessant.

Paul continued to use only one hand, easily dealing with Rudius's continuous attacks.

The sound of a horse-drawn carriage could be heard outside the courtyard.

Upon hearing the commotion, the father and son gradually stopped fighting.

As expected, the carriage stopped at the entrance of the courtyard.

Rudius looked up and saw that, for a carriage, it was quite good; most of the carriages in the village were open-top and used for hauling goods.

This vehicle was actually a complete carriage that could provide shelter from the wind and rain, and there were even carved patterns on the windows.

After the carriage stopped, the door opened, and a beastwoman stepped out of the carriage.

Because Rudius's perspective is from the side, the first thing he sees is the opponent's feet.

As Rudius was wondering why those sandal-like shoes had such long straps, the other person got out of the car and turned around, thus revealing their figure completely to Rudius.

That figure had an explosive visual impact.

The overwhelming happiness that followed robbed Rudius of his sight.

The orc in front of me was dressed like a bikini top from my previous life, and the bikini was extremely revealing.

Calling it a bikini is also a bit of a stretch, because—

It looked like just a leather belt extending from both sides to the chest, tied in the middle with a thin rope, revealing both the northern and southern hemispheres to Rudius without any concealment.

The only thing that shocked Rudeus was that, given his experiences in both lifetimes, no one had ever appeared before him dressed like this before.

"Hey, long time no see, Gilead," Paul greeted the newcomer.

"Hmm." Kyrie Irvine looked at the father and son, greeted them, and walked over.

"Honey, Gilead is here!" Paul called back into the house.

Rudius snapped out of his daze at Paul's shouts and straightened his slightly agape jaw.

His gaze wandered and met Gilead's eyes.

They looked at each other calmly.

Rudius glanced back at Paul, feigning indifference, then looked at Senis and Lilia who had just entered through the door.

Finally, it all came back to Gilead.

This time, Rudius's gaze moved downwards, and he saw the enormous scar on Kyrie's abdomen. Its size made it highly suspicious that she had been disemboweled.

Just seeing it made Rudius feel a little physically uncomfortable.

Once the discomfort subsided, Rudeus noticed just how muscular the orc before him was.

The muscles in this physique are no less solid than Paul's, and they look even more refined. In comparison, Rudius even felt that Paul was somewhat "fat".

I really don't know how someone with such a low body fat percentage can keep their fertility from shrinking.

Physiologically speaking, isn't that area mostly fat?

Based on Rudeus's understanding from his previous life, doesn't exercising affect a woman's bust size?

Rudius continued to look downwards.

The straps of the sandals seemed to extend to the waist, appearing to hang effortlessly on the hips on either side of the abs.

It powerfully proclaims its presence in conjunction with the abdominal muscles.

That's weird.

Rudius instinctively felt that the image of abs with straps hanging from their waist would be quite sexy.

But now when I see it, it feels like seeing that muscular woman from my high school biology textbook.

There is a kind of beauty that goes against the mainstream.

The main source of this beauty is a sense of power and strength.

If the frenulum were pressed into the tender, white flesh, it would probably look quite appetizing.

Now, with his muscles taut like that, Rudius could only imagine the two "philosophical" cracking sounds coming from the shoulders of muscular men.

"Gilead!" Senis exclaimed excitedly as she ran over, carrying Norren in her arms.

"Long time no see." Senis stopped in front of Gireynu and continued, "How have you been lately?"

"Hmm." Girenouil replied curtly, looking at the child in Senis's arms, and asked, "Is this your child?"

"Oh right, her name is Noren."

Kyrie Irvine reached out and stroked Noren's head. "It's so good that he doesn't look like Paul."

"Tch." Paul looked annoyed, slung his sword over his shoulder, and said, "Since you're already here, why don't you go inside and sit for a bit?"

"No need, let's just set off." Gilead declined Paul's suggestion indifferently.

Upon hearing Gilead's answer, Paul gave him a look that suggested he was an idiot, and was about to say something—

"It's the same as always, Girenouil. But since you're here, at least chat with me for a bit, right? It won't take up much time." Senis hugged Norren, her initial excitement fading slightly, replaced by a nostalgic smile.

This time, Gilead did not refuse immediately.

She glanced at Senis, then at Noren in her arms, who was staring at her with curious eyes, and finally nodded slightly.

"This is troublesome."

The group moved into their home.

Senis chatted with Gilead.

Rudius was pulled by Paul into the house.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Rudius asked.

"Now that Gilead is here, it means you've got a job," Paul replied to Rudius without looking at him.

Following Paul's lead, the two put away the wooden sword.

Paul took out a small suitcase and led Rudius back to his room.

Inside the house, Lilia was carrying Aisha as she packed Rudeus's luggage.

"Lilia?" Rudeus called out in a low voice, somewhat puzzled.

But upon closer reflection, it becomes clear that Paul must have given prior notice.

Lilia prepared very little luggage for Rudeus, just a few sets of clothes to change into.

It only takes a day to get to Roa, and you don't need to prepare anything else to stay there.

Lilia packed the prepared clothes into her suitcase.

After confirming that everything was correct, Lilia walked up to Rudeus, knelt down, and said, "Master Rudeus, we will miss you."

Upon hearing this, Rudeus paused for a moment, then quickly stepped forward and hugged Lilia, replying, "I'll miss you too."

.

"Young Master Rudeus," Lilia said with a smile in her eyes.

"What's wrong, Lilia?" Rudeus asked, looking at Lilia's expression.

"No, it's nothing," Lilia stood up, glanced at Paul, and said, "I'll go out now."

Rudius watched Lilia leave, then looked at Paul, and following Paul's gaze, looked at the birthday present Paul had given him when he was five years old, hanging on the wall.

"Should I take this sword with me?" Rudeus asked, looking at the sword hanging on the wall.

"No need, didn't you say you'd fly back often?" Paul joked. "You definitely won't need it anytime soon. Just come back for it when you need it."

"Stop looking." Paul walked over and ruffled Rudius's hair with his large hand. "Let's talk about your job."

"Dad, you hid it really well. I thought you'd forgotten about it," Rudeus complained.

If I hadn't learned from Senis that Paul had indeed sent the letter, I would have seriously doubted whether he had forgotten about it.

"Haha, Rudy, you went to so much trouble to ask me this. If I can't do it after I tell you, wouldn't that be embarrassing?" Paul laughed as he sat on the bed.

"Hey, Rudy," Paul said, patting the seat next to him. "Come on, sit down."

Rudius sat down next to Paul as instructed.

Paul pondered, organizing his thoughts.

"So—your job is to go to Roya and become a tutor for a certain young lady."

The other person wants you to teach her arithmetic, reading and writing, and simple magic tricks.

"But—" Paul carefully chose his words.

"But?" Rudius interjected.

"But—this young lady is extremely willful and very rude, to the point that the school has begged her not to go to school anymore."

And so far, she has dismissed several tutors—but I believe you will figure out a way to deal with it.

"That sounds like a lot of trouble—" Rudeus concluded with a helpless tone.

"That's true, but the other guy is just a kid, he can't possibly beat you." Paul rallied his spirits and patted Rudius on the back.

"And you saw that muscular roly-poly toy just now, right?"

"Ah, I see it."

"She's that young lady's bodyguard and swordsmanship instructor. She asked you to teach her arithmetic and literacy in exchange for her teaching you swordsmanship." Paul continued with a deadpan expression, "It's unbelievable that someone so muscle-bound could say something like that—"

"Huh? Is she an idiot?" Rudeus asked, feigning surprise.

"I wouldn't call him an idiot, but his learning ability is definitely not good," Paul put his arm around Rudius and added, "But he's the Sword King, you know. Just thinking about saving on lecturer fees makes it pretty good, right?"

"The Sword King?"

“That’s right. If you want to learn swordsmanship, you probably won’t find a better teacher than her unless you go to the holy land of swordsmen.” Paul whispered to Rudius, “Dad has never beaten her—except in bed.”

"Who wants to hear about your romantic escapades?" Rudeus rolled his eyes.

Since the family crisis, Rudius has gained access to many common-sense understandings about relationships between men and women through proactive inquiry.

Paul doesn't shy away from this topic.

Instead, he treated Rudius as a close comrade-in-arms, actively teaching, sharing, and even showing off his own experience.

"Does Mom know about these things?"

"Ah, your mom must know," Paul said awkwardly, scratching his head. "After all, we used to be teammates on adventures together—"

"And what about the reward?" Rudius changed the subject.

"As for the reward, you'll receive two Asura silver coins each month. By the way, learning swordsmanship from Girenu costs two Asura gold coins per month," Paul said smugly.

"Really? That's really profitable."

Rudius already knew that the exchange rate between gold and silver coins was ten to one.

An average person's monthly living expenses were about two Asura silver coins.

Lokishi's fee for being a tutor was five Asura silver coins per month.

In this sense, Rudeus earned twenty times his own value in return for his labor, which is four times that of Loki.

"As for the money to go to magic university, as long as you can teach the young lady to read, write, do arithmetic, and do magic, then the other party will pay the equivalent of two people's magic university tuition fees as a special reward."

"There's a special reward?" Rudius asked in surprise.

"Of course, tuition at magic university is nothing to them, so you can use the money as you see fit," Paul added, feigning seriousness. "But you can't buy women, okay?"

"Who would buy something like that?" Rudius replied, glaring.

"Hahaha!" Seeing Rudius's reaction, Paul laughed and patted him on the shoulder before gradually calming down.

The father and son fell into a brief silence.

Paul had one arm around Rudius and the other hand on his knee, his fingers tapping lightly on his leg.

As if finally having composed himself, Paul asked, "Rudy—do you know what your father was doing when he was your age?"

"Huh? What are you doing?" Rudius asked Paul in surprise.

"When your dad was your age, he was chasing girls, lifting their skirts, or fighting with other kids," Paul said with a sigh. "I was really shocked when you told me you were going to work the other day."

"Back when I was still an adventurer, some people said I was living my life too hastily." Paul's smile slowly faded. "At that time, I didn't understand what that meant, but after seeing you, I realized what it means to be in a hurry."

""

"From the time you could talk, you rarely cried, rarely made a fuss, and rarely caused adults any worry." Paul's voice was low, as if he were talking to himself. He looked at Rudius, his eyes becoming somewhat complicated. "You can read books on your own, practice swordsmanship on your own, and think things through on your own."

Before you were born, I thought a child should cry, fuss, and cause headaches for adults.

At that time, I was still thinking about what I wanted to teach you.

After you were born, and after seeing how sensible you are.

Sometimes Dad wonders, do you feel that this family is unreliable?

Do you feel that Dad is incompetent, so you have to figure it out yourself?

Rudius was stunned.

He looked into Paul's eyes, and those eyes, which always held a hint of pride, now held a trace of cautious unease.

Paul must have thought about many things while waiting for his child to be born.

"Dad?" Rudius called out.

"I'm fine," Paul laughed. "That person once said that I was in such a hurry that I would die young, but I'm still alive and well, aren't I?"

Rudy, you are far superior to me; you are a true genius. I believe you can take good care of yourself.

"If it makes you so worried, I don't have to go," Rudeus replied softly.

"That's what I originally thought. I wanted my child to be at least twelve years old, and not to leave the family before me," Paul said with a wry smile. "But ever since I lost to you that time, I haven't been able to find a good reason to stop you from leaving."

"It's fine as it is now. Once you've memorized the way, you can fly back anytime. You can see a wider world without completely leaving this home." Paul stroked Rudius's head. "But you still need to be careful, Rudi. Don't rush back until you're sure you can make it."

Rudius hugged Paul from the side. "Thank you, Dad."