Chapter 28 Sharpening (End)

The same day that his practice finished, Rumont returned to the inn.

Arriving at his room, he suddenly thought of and brought out from within the spatial region, the set of books left behind by the Thieves; browsing through them. Ever since he obtained these items, he had yet to seriously look through them.

Looking through, it was if Rumont thereupon gained the most precious treasure, repeatedly feeling vexed inwardly, for whatever reason of not looking through these even earlier. Originally, as a result of a Thief's occupational characteristics, they mainly trained towards the weird and murderous directions; paying particularly attention to speedy sneak attacks, from various angles without anyone anticipating and then fleeing.

As for what Rumont previously learnt, which was proper swordsmanship, which paid particular attention to, principally, steadiness. In regards to the power lacking Rumont, the skills of a Thief, at this moment, were even more suitable to him.

Rumont first browsed through a book on assassinating. Not only did it contain assassinating methods for the sword; it also included daggers and sabres. It even still included, in the event of being bare handed for whatever reasons, methods of subduing the enemy in one attack.

Reading this far, even though a long period of time had passed, Rumont still couldn't help but let the sweat form on his head, gloomily saying lucky. Solely based on the details read within the book, those that practiced it, could absolutely alone, defeat several ordinary people like small fries. At the time the pair, consisting of himself and Fafnir, had gotten rid of the 4 Thieves, it really had to be said that it was major bad luck for the 4 Thieves to have met him, Rumont, a person who passed over through another world in owning a crossbow; a major killing device.

It could be said that Rumont and company were really quite fortunate, as for those Thieves, it was really quite unfortunate.

Opening up the book, Rumont's mind began to plot. These Thief skills could be studied and learnt, even if what was written was quite simple, the basics were indeed better.

He acted the moment he thought about it, this was Rumont's current standards of life. Because of studying the divine skills of a Druid, his current memory had vastly improved since the the past. Especially in an area surrounded by plants, his 5 senses would be increasingly more sensitive.

Consequently, in the following period of time, Rumont would everyday after finishing his practice at the barracks, secretly study a Thief's martial skills. Originally, he had planned to ask Fafnir together, however, Fafnir was too busy recently because of some family matters. Therefore, he was hiding alone in practice.

As for the several volumes collected, in detailing toxic objects and their processing methods, which were located within the spatial region, it similarly piqued Rumont's interest.

Even though the Shrine already understood many types of plants, the types of plants however were greatly limited for use in treatments.

As for those plants that could be made into poisons or was naturally toxic, not only did the Shrine not have those plants, even the shelves within Shrine's library did not contain a single book detailing them.

However, since Rumont came from another world, he therefore did not have any misgivings in regards to the manufacturing and usage of poisons.

As he saw it, even if he couldn't use these poisons, at least being knowledgeable on certain toxins, he would have one method less in the future for other people to conspire against him with.

Arriving at a distant vacant area within the forest, he took out a small chest from within the spatial region. Opening it up, you could unexpectedly see within this chest, 5 sectioned layers, and within each layer there were 100 partitions. Within each partition, a small heap of seeds were contained; seeds of all kinds and sorts, in various hue,; almost overwhelming Rumont's eyes.

On the basis of Rumont having first finished reading the volume introducing the content of various types of poisonous plants, he then observed the seeds in one of the partitions. Eventually he was certain that the seed was indeed the poisonous plant as recorded in the book.

"Never would have thought those Thieves would know about this kind of herb." Rumont shook his head, following on, he then placed the seeds back inside. Currently, even though the spatial region was expanded, without leveling it up, there was no way to accept new seeds; he could only place it back inside the chest.

Like this, cultivating without end daily and practicing martial skills, Rumont's livelihood was simple yet fulfilling. As for Nick's body, it recovered each day. Although it would still retain some malady, but at least on the surface, there was no difference to ordinary people.

One particular day, Ricca welcomed the first signs of snow since the start of winter, furthermore, along with the snow arriving, Banner's caravan had also arrived once again.

Every month, Banner would arrive at the town. This was Rumont's opportunity. He prepared to go to the city once, along with the caravan, to earn enough money.

A large amount of snow, as far as the eye could see, brought about worries for the residents of Ricca. Simultaneously, it also brought about joy. Children giggled with a heehee as they ran about on the streets, building snowmen and having snow fights.

Due to the snow day, the business at Mort's Inn was increasingly better.

A large amount of people were seated around together, drinking hot scalding drinks of alcohol. Afterwards, looking outside at the heavy snow, they let out a big sigh to exclaim, that next year must surely be a year of plentiful harvest.

As for a certain room on the second floor, Rumont was waiting for Banner to finish drinking his alcohol, while more or less seeming to be quite bored.

Because of the heavy snow, he did not go inside the forest to train today. After eating something down below, he stared blankly out the window.

It could be said that it was his first time since arriving from another world, in seeing such heavy snow.

At the time back on the other world, because he grew up in the southern part of of the country, as a result, he very rarely saw snow. Afterwards, due to work, he frequently dwelt around places with lush plants, areas with warmer climates. Therefore, this time with this large, thick amount of snow, it could even be said that since his birth, that he had seen with his own eyes for the first time, such thick layers of snow.

Rumont, who was wrapped up carefully, watched the snow outside. So much that at the very end, he unexpectedly felt playful, standing up and going to the window to stick his arm out.

The ice-cold snowflake landed on top of his arm. He brought it close to his eyes, attentively observing. He laughed a hehe, as he watched the snowflake gradually melt within his palm.

Sitting down once more, Rumont suddenly felt bored once again; easily once again focusing his attention on his own inner spatial region.

Even though it was winter outside, however, the Shennong Horn's area didn't seem to be affected.

In the sky, a golden brilliance shone and radiated over the living things. This was a light globe hanging roughly 10 metres high. The area was suffused with a type of rainny scent, as well as a delicate fragrance.

The whole sky was enveloped within a beautiful halo. The stream like usual, flowed rapidly with a touch of coolness, while being clear enough to see to the bottom; some fishes could be seen swimming within.

Up to now, it was already a month. The field of Blue Grasses planted that day, due to a lack of damage from pests or ill influence from weather, had already sprouted and grown quite lush. A vague type of mist could be seen on them, bringing a clean fragrance, winding and coiling about. This unique 10% increase in quality effect was obtained after the spatial region had upgraded.

These patches of Blue Grass, if another 2 months passed, they could then be then harvested. In accordance, 1 mu could produce about 300 kilograms worth. This was just 1 mu worth, which could produce 300 kilograms. It must be known, the market value was 1 silver coin for each kilogram.

The landscape within the spatial region was just like a painting. Looking above again, a figure could be found in the air, it had almost already reached the value of 2000.

The circumstances of the Shennong Horn spatial region was favourable; allowing Rumont to immediately feel better. It had to be said that within this season where all living things hibernated, even the majority of low leveled Druids that relied on the forest's essences. This was the period when cultivation was the slowest. However, because Rumont possessed the Shennong Horn spatial region, the current situation it would appear, was completely the opposite.

Rumont smiled complacently. At this moment, someone had called out from below: "Rumont!"

"Ah, coming." Rumont promptly responded.

As Rumont went down, it took a few steps to arrive at the inn's ground floor in confirming his view; a noisy crowd of Adventurers inside the inn. A familiar Mercenary Corp Commander, Howard, began to greet him; by his side was a relatively unfamiliar squad of Adventurers.

Recently, for whatever reason, increasingly more and more Adventurers arrived at the town. Could it be that Briar Forest still had some sort of treasure not found? Rumont guessed.

"Burke1, this is Rumont, a Druid, the first treatment is 5 silver coins, much more convenient than the Shrine!" Even though in the town, due to Tax Officer Barcas' public slanderings, many townsfolk were unwilling to attract troubles and alienated Rumont a lot. However, in regards to the Adventurers, they rarely bothered to avoid him at all.

Once Howard saw him descend, he had immediately called out.

"Oh, you're a Druid? Capable?" Burke was a Commander of roughly 30 years in age, he observed with a sharp gaze.

"Capable or not, you'll find out after a treatment!" Rumont humbly smiled. He swept his vision and saw 3 wounded Adventurers.

"Heh, Rumont's not bad, fairly skilled in treatments!" Howard vaunted slightly

Rumont blushed. He instructed the 3 to remove their clothing while ordering them a mug of strong liquor each.

Howard helped while smiling merrily, taking the strong alcohol to clean the wounds, causing the trio to immediately start shivering.

Burke watched with a gaze, asking: "the hell is this?"

"Hehe, I don't know either, but Rumont seems to think that letting the wound have a drink of liquor will benefit the recovery." Howard spoke in a teasing manner: "only the heaven knows whether it's for the inn's increase in business, haha!"

"It's for disinfecting. The wounds would have some infections, it's good to use a strong liquor!" Rumont faintly smiled as he quietly replied. After disinfecting, he also smeared a thin layer of ointment. The smearing finished, he extended his arm, a dull green light shortly appeared on his palm.

The green light settled down in a flash, yet within the centre of the ointment, a faint layer of skin regenerated. Wrapping up the wound, Rumont then said: "okay, no alcohol, rest for 3 days and you're basically healed."

Rumont laughed, the people inspected it and moved it about, saying: "it's really good!"

Divine spells, or the Druid's Nature spells, both could catalyse the cell divisions to heal after disinfecting, as well as cause scarring at the centre of the ointment. It could, with the current level, recover at the maximum degree, as well as economizing the maximum amount of energy.

Once the trio was finished with treatment, Rumont collected 15 silver coins, giving 5 to the owner; Mort naturally assisted him in paying off the Tax Officer Barcas.

Tax Officer Barcas could prohibit the trading of bisons, but there was no way to stop a Druid in using spells. What's more, following the increase in Adventurers, as well as the increase in injury events, the Shrine's pair of Priests, would use 3 to 4 healing spells everyday each. They simply weren't enough to satisfy the demands, thus, Rumont conducted this business; complying with the needs of the Adventurersprohibiting would have offended the Adventurers. At this point, even Tax Officer Barcas didn't dare risk it; he could only heavily tax it, demanding a third of the income!

Of course, Rumont could only cast the healing spell 3 times a day. Regarding this amount of money, Rumont squinted his eyes, sooner or later this matter would be settled.

"Good work Rumont, if you want to go to the city, even if Banner didn't take you, I'll take you along." Howard seeing this situation, laughed. Others minded Tax Officer Barcas, while he himself thought the venture of offending Tax Officer Barcas was worth it; after weighing the pros and cons.

Rumont faintly smiled as he nodded. This was ability and benefits!

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