There's a big problem with dreams in this world.

"clang!"

With a casual wave of his hand, the old priest easily knocked the throwing knife down from the air with his mithril sword.

"No, the angle isn't strange enough!" the old priest shook his head.

........

"You're too slow!"

"The thread, have you forgotten the thread in your hand?"

"Run! If I were a real enemy, I would have killed you countless times over!"

[Dagger throwing skill proficiency increased by 20%!]

Current skill: Dagger Throwing (Learning progress: 40%)

The old priest truly lived up to his reputation as the man who brought the previous Ripper to justice; even in his old age, his strength remained formidable.

For an entire day, Lu Qing's throwing knife never managed to touch her opponent once.

Either her attacks were easily dodged, or she was struck down by the mithril sword. The only thing that made Lu Qing feel better was that her dagger throwing skill proficiency had increased to forty percent.

"I'm so tired."

As soon as training ended, the physical exhaustion made Lu Qing feel an urge to immediately find a place to lie down and rest.

However, she suppressed this impulse. After all, this was the wilderness, and if she just lay down anywhere and fell asleep, she might get sick the next day.

"Take a good rest. You've been improving very quickly." At this moment, the hunter, who had been watching the show all day, came over and said.

"Ah."

Nodding slightly, Lu Qing looked around and quickly found a relatively flat rock, where she sat down to rest.

She wondered if it was because she had been using the Ripper Knife too many times, but she felt a bit drowsy.

Just then, a glass bottle containing a pale purple liquid was handed to Lu Qing.

The old priest, holding the medicine bottle, said:

"Drink this, it will make you feel much better."

Without asking what it was, Lu Qing took the small bottle and uncorked it.

At the same time, the name of the medicine was also displayed on the notice board.

[Item Name: Small Mental Restoration Potion]

"It's a prop whose purpose can be guessed just from its name."

With a mental grumble, Lu Qing slowly brought her mouth to the bottle and poured the pale purple potion into her mouth.

"vomit........"

A strange, pungent taste instantly filled her mouth. Lu Qing felt as if her tongue was about to lose its sense of taste, leaving only a strong feeling of numbness.

Before her body could instinctively try to vomit the medicine, Lu Qing swallowed it forcefully. After swallowing the medicine, a cool sensation immediately surged from her abdomen to her brain.

"Ha~"

Feeling much better, Lu Qing unconsciously yawned, and a few tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Get a good night's sleep, you'll be fully recovered by tomorrow morning," the old priest said with a smile.

"Ah."

Nodding softly, Lu Qing found a comfortable spot and slowly fell asleep beside the campfire the hunters had lit...

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Throwing Knife Sheath

Early in the morning, the aroma of meat quietly wafted into Lu Qing's nostrils.

She opened her eyes, still half-asleep, and saw a cylindrical iron pot, emitting a fragrant aroma, hanging quietly on an iron rack in front of her.

"you're awake."

The old hunter stirred the soup in his hand, looked at Lu Qing, and smiled:

"Are you hungry? Wait a moment, it'll be ready soon."

"I'm not that hungry," Lu Qing thought to herself.

Although yesterday's training left Lu Qing very tired, after a night's rest, she felt much better.

Now that she has just woken up, she can't tell if she's hungry or not.

However, smelling the aroma emanating from the pot, Lu Qing felt that she would be able to drink quite a bit later.

"What is this?" Lu Qing asked, looking at the iron pot.

"Dried meat, wild vegetables, and freshly dug mushrooms," the old hunter said.

"Mushrooms..."

Upon hearing the old priest's words, Lu Qing looked into the iron pot and saw some grayish-white umbrella-shaped mushrooms floating quietly on the surface of the soup.

The mushrooms, soaked in moisture, looked plump and tender, making Lu Qing swallow hard.

In my memory, I don't think I liked eating mushrooms at first because the texture of mushrooms felt like eating something alive.

But everything eventually becomes irresistible. After accidentally buying vegetarian dumplings, Lu Qing found the mushrooms inside whetting her appetite, and she completely fell in love with the little thing.

With her eyes fixed on the floating mushrooms in the iron pot, Lu Qing found herself drooling without realizing it.

The next moment, a wooden bowl was placed in front of Lu Qing.

"You must be starving, hurry up and eat," the old hunter said with a smile to Lu Qing.

"Um, thank you."

Taking the wooden bowl from the hunter, Lu Qing first took a small sip of the hot soup.

A warm feeling spread through her stomach, which made Lu Qing, whose body temperature was low, squint her eyes comfortably.

Where is the priest?

After taking a sip of soup, feeling much better, Lu Qing looked around but didn't see the priest.

“The priest went to confirm the location of the monster in the mist. He checks every morning, but you got up a little late yesterday, so you didn’t know,” the hunter replied.

"I see..."

Come to think of it, there is a giant monster roaming in the forest, so it is indeed very necessary to determine its location every morning.

A silence fell between them. After a while, seemingly wanting to find something to talk about, the old hunter looked at Lu Qing and said:

"Um, thank you for sending Anna's crystal earlier."

Hearing the hunter's words, Lu Qing paused for a moment, then said:

"Anna asked me to do it, it was just a small favor, and you helped me before..."

"Regardless, I still want to thank you." The old hunter touched the hunting bow beside him and said:

"Fortunately, Anna was stopped in time by you and the priest. I really can't imagine what I would have done if Anna had killed the people in the town."

"........"

Lu Qing remained silent, unsure of what to say. After a moment's thought, she glanced at the trap in the distance and said:

"Will that trap really kill that monster?"

"I don't know," the hunter shook his head and said.

"Lightning and fire runes are the most powerful weapons that the priest and I can think of. If we really can't kill it, we'll have no choice but to fight the monster ourselves."

Upon hearing the hunter's words, Lu Qing subconsciously glanced at the other person's left leg.

What kind of thing could cause such a curse, capable of turning a part of a person's leg into wood?

Although she was curious, Lu Qing was determined not to ask.

To be honest, she was a little worried about the hunter, because if the monster didn't die after falling into the trap, its wooden leg would definitely affect the hunter's combat.

However, Lu Qing couldn't bring herself to say she wanted to stop the hunter, because she couldn't think of a way to persuade him.

After all, the priest must have tried to persuade the other party, and if even his old friend's advice was useless, what good would her advice do?

"I can only hope that the monster will obediently die after falling into the trap," Lu Qing thought to herself.

Just then, a figure emerged from the mist in the distance; if I'm not mistaken, it should be the priest.

After a while, the figure gradually approached, and a clear face appeared in front of the two.

The priest was right after all.

"You're awake," the priest said, looking at Lu Qing.

"Yes, I've been awake for a while," Lu Qing said.

The priest sat down, poured himself a bowl of soup, then took a dark brown object from inside his coat and handed it to Lu Qing, saying:

"Here, this is what the hunter and I made last night."

Lu Qing took the item from the priest and looked at it with some curiosity.

It felt like leather to the touch. After carefully observing its structure, Lu Qing felt like she had guessed its purpose.

"Is this a throwing knife sheath?"

"Hmm." The priest nodded and said:

"When you threw the knife yesterday, you were too slow to draw it because you had almost no suitable place on your body to throw it."

"Furthermore, for the sake of the future, the location where the throwing knife is placed must be concealed."

After a pause, the priest continued:

"The four throwing knife sheaths I gave you can each hold six throwing knives. You don't have enough. You can use the remaining two throwing knife sheaths to store some ordinary throwing knives from now on."

"Where should I hang these throwing knives?" Lu Qing asked.

"Of course, it's worn on the waist." The priest pointed to the throwing knife sheath in Lu Qing's hand and said:

"Hanging it on your waist is very convenient to carry and also provides a certain degree of concealment. If you want even better concealment, you can learn from those assassins and put on a cloak to hide the throwing knife."