![]() When Link arrived at the clearing, Gildern was practicing with his bow and Jacker was practicing his shield attack on a heavy sandbag-there was no sign of Lucy anywhere. He would also use this opportunity to cast Hidden Power on Lucy. The weather was good anyway, so he went to the clearing to rest a little. Today, he was stuck writing his thesis, but his new spell experiment was successful. The spider webs were removed, his shabby mattress was changed to a nice little bed, his blanket and bed cover were all changed, now crisp with the scent of sunshine and clean linen, and his dirty laundry was all cleaned.Įven Link had to admit, having someone take care of his daily chores this way wasn’t bad at all. But Lucy went there to clean his room until it was spotless. Because he didn’t like to be disturbed, he stayed in the attic room of the inn. These few days, Link’s life had been very convenient. Link had been resting for five days, he should have replenished all his Mana by now. They could only hope that Link’s Mana recovered quickly so he would use this enigmatic spell on them too. Lucy and Gildern looked on, immensely envious of Jacker’s progress. After only a few days, he had progressed to Level-3, and there were signs that he might even break through to Level-4. ![]() ![]() His body was originally very strong, but now that he received Battle Art, his strength kept accumulating and rapidly progressing. If any strangers were to break in, the devices would make loud noises.Įver since Link used the Hidden Power spell on Jacker, Jacker had been training his combat skills in this clearing area. In the area surrounding the clearing, thorny shrubs were planted and many anti-trespassing devices were set up. It was installed with training wood dummies and arrow targets, and there was also a resting hut. It was thoroughly cleared by the mercenaries, its ground was leveled and then covered with fine sand. In River Cove town, not far from the small headquarters of the Flamingo Band of Mercenaries, there was a clearing in the middle of the forest. Green-feathered birds sang praises to mother nature, squirrels scurried from tree to tree, storing as much food as they could before winter came. The golden sunlight was filtered through the leafy canopy, sketching a painting of mottled light and shadows on the ground. The sky was bright and blue like pure tourmaline.
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