The adventurer at the bottom is fantasizing again.

Chapter 99 Sports Student Piper

"I heard from Anya that it's not easy to interrupt barbarians when they're learning Berserk. Why did Instructor Jill let you come back?"

Lorraine chewed on the bread Lily handed him, then chug down the rest of the ale, only to be met with a grimacing face from the bubbles.

"Another drink for Piper!"

The short man, however, had an astonishing capacity for alcohol. He licked his lips, still savoring the drink, and began to vividly portray the dwarf: "Learning berserk isn't about drinking; simply tilting your head back and chugging it down won't do!"

He jumped off the bar stool, hands on his hips, belly puffed out, and mimicked the dwarf instructor's high-pitched, deep voice: "You must, like brewing wine, put all your understanding and insights into rage into a barrel, let time ferment it completely, and when the time is right, then—'Bang!'"

Piper was so engrossed in his imitation that the "thump" also sprayed Lorraine with spittle all over his boot.

"Just talk, don't spit!"

Lorraine used a cleaning spell on the boots several times with a look of disgust before she felt a little better.

"oh oh..

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The short man nimbly climbed back onto the stool, took another large gulp of the dwarf's special brew that Gustav had just refilled, and swayed his head, saying, "Instructor Jill said that Piper is too impatient, always wanting to unleash all his anger at once, which is why he hasn't been able to master 'Rage'."

"Then he taught Piper a new combat technique, which is what Piper just told you about, 'Reckless Strike,' as for 'Berserk.'"

Just let nature take its course.

Then they called Piper back... What's that word again? Oh right, sedimentation, sedimentation...

"I see. That instructor sounds pretty reliable." Lorraine nodded, but the word "sedimentation" sounded so familiar; she felt like she'd heard it somewhere before.

He finished the bread on his plate, looked up and saw the little guy's excited expression, and suddenly felt a little itchy to grab it.

The special state I felt last night during the fight with the ghouls still lingered on my fingertips. I also hadn't yet looked through the new sword techniques I'd acquired, and I was just wondering where to put them to practice.

Isn't Piper's free punching bag a better fit than Glenn's expensive course fees?

Lorraine finished her drink, looked up at Piper, and asked, "Are you busy this afternoon?"

"Huh? It's nothing. The instructor told Piper to go tomorrow. He should rest well today," the short guy said blankly.

Looking at Piper, who was completely unaware of the impending doom, Lorraine slightly curled the corners of her lips and smiled, "Want to spar with me this afternoon?"

"You mean, we'll spar together?"

The short man's eyes widened.

"right."

"Hurrah!"

The short man turned to look at the clock on the wall, muttering to himself, "How come it's still so long before it's afternoon?"

"Don't rush, I still need to pack up my equipment. A lot of it was damaged while fighting the ghouls." Lorraine smiled and shook her head, then got up and went upstairs. "Keep an eye on my things, I'm going upstairs to get some money."

"Okay..." Piper seemed disappointed.

Lorraine returned to her room, tiptoed through the pile of goods, and picked up the money bag hidden under the bed.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, counted his current savings, and added what he'd earned on this trip; he now had a total of 141...

There are 18 gold, 8 silver, and 8 bronze.

This amount left him speechless for quite some time.

Risk and reward certainly go hand in hand.

Lorraine tightened the heavy money bag and stuffed it into his pouch. Then he rummaged through the pile of goods and found an empty package to put in the equipment downstairs that needed repair.

Pushing open the door, Eileen had changed back into her favorite burgundy mage robe and was leaning listlessly against the stair railing, staring blankly at the guests coming and going downstairs.

"You spent ages taking money, did you wipe every single gold coin clean?" she said, pursing her lips.

"We need to see how much we have left. I'll go check on Felix's progress first, then go to the blacksmith to repair the equipment," Lorraine said as she went down the stairs.

"At least you remembered the important thing."

Eileen gave a soft hum and followed them down the stairs.

The two greeted Piper, packed their belongings into their bags, and left the tavern, heading up the street towards the city center.

After the Midwinter Festival, the street vendors' cries became a bit louder, with their carts moving back and forth on both sides of the street, carrying more goods that were usually only available in the spring.

Once you leave the market area, the streets become much quieter.

They strolled slowly, enjoying the morning sun, and it took them quite a while to reach the entrance of Felix's clothing store.

"Ring ring—"

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As they pushed open the door, the old tailor was ironing a shirt behind the counter. Upon noticing them, he immediately stepped out from behind the counter and stood in front of them.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Eileen and Mr. Lorraine."

Felix pushed up his round-framed glasses, clearly still remembering the generous young lady: "I was just about to send someone to inform you both that the dark blue outfit is finished and you can try it on today, but the navy blue coat and ash-gray shirt will take a few more days."

"We need to attend an important banquet in three days. Can you expedite the dressing?" Eileen asked directly.

Felix pondered for a moment, then nodded: "If we only need to rush out one set, then it's feasible. The turquoise set can be picked up tomorrow, and the other two can proceed as planned, how about that?"

"Great, what about the cost?"

Eileen nodded in satisfaction.

"No need, the gold coins you gave me last time were more than enough." Felix smiled at Eileen. "It's my honor to have such a knowledgeable guest patronizing us."

"Okay." Eileen glanced at Lorraine, who kept turning back, concerned about the package outside the door, and raised her chin. "Go try on the clothes. I'll watch your things for you."

"Please wait a moment, both of you."

Felix turned and went into the inner room, took out a stack of neatly folded clothes, shook the coat, and said to Lorraine, "Please come this way, arms outstretched."

Lorraine took off her old coat, obediently raised her arm, and let the old tailor help her put it on.

The fabric of the dress is very fine, and it certainly lives up to its price, but wearing this dress feels very restrictive.

This made him, who preferred wearing light clothing, feel very uncomfortable, but it was still lighter than armor.

"How is it? Is it suitable?" he asked, turning around.

Eileen was leaning against the counter, showing Lorraine his precious gear while casually flipping through the fabric catalog on the table.

Upon hearing this, she turned her head and glanced at it.

The dark blue fabric perfectly complements Lorraine's style, and the clean-cut cut fits her perfectly, outlining her tall and elegant silhouette.

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...Not bad, huh?

Eileen's lips slowly curved into a smile; she was already looking forward to seeing him in the complete outfit.

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