A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“They’ve been mistaken for remnants of the Federal Party,” Bray replied listlessly.

"Hahahaha, just like me!" The uncle laughed heartily, completely oblivious to the fact that he had also been arrested.

"Ah! They confiscated all my stuff! I had so much equipment... it was all money!" The uncle said, slapping his hand.

"Are you an adventurer?" Bray glanced at the middle-aged man a few times, secretly sizing him up.

Aside from soldiers, only adventurers would carry a full set of equipment.

"No, no, I do something else entirely," the man waved his hand and answered Bray's question with a smile.

"By the way, I always feel like you have something different about you than other people..."

After listening to the uncle's words, Bray scratched his head.

“There’s something about you, something very special…” The man squinted, adopting a serious expression.

However, his lip-licking gesture made Bray's eyelids twitch wildly.

then…

Bray cast an appraisal spell on the old man.

"Unable to obtain target information"

Yes, that's a logical conclusion, since only a few high-level mages can appraise others.

"You're mentally ill, diagnosis complete," Bray said calmly to the man, then leaned against the wall and stared blankly again.

"Identify" is considered one of the greatest spells in Kapras.

Because identification techniques are very easy to learn, so easy that even a third of the farmers have mastered them.

This is also the only spell Bray knows...

However, identification techniques are very useful—

This is a spell developed by dozens of ancient sorcerers who devoted their lives to its research. Its core principle is the sharing of knowledge.

By merging users' knowledge to form a knowledge base, and then using this knowledge base to identify items.

However, this knowledge sharing is subtle. It is not a complete sharing, but rather the formation of a knowledge base. When users need to identify something, they can retrieve knowledge from the base and provide feedback.

Of course, the amount of knowledge feedback that can be mobilized depends entirely on the caster's skill level.

Some have attempted to trace the origins of magic, stealing the entire knowledge base in an attempt to gain supreme wisdom—

Then some were stunned by the restrictions left by the ancient magicians, while others had their heads blown off by the terrifying amount of knowledge.

Well, in any case, this is a very safe spell, right?

It is safe as long as it poses no danger to people.

Just like when Bray cast an Appraisal spell on the old man.

"Did you use your appraisal skill on me just to make fun of me?"

“No, I’m not complaining,” Bray said calmly.

"It's true." Then the next words dealt a heavy blow to the middle-aged man.

"... "

“We’re going to be taken to the execution ground in a few hours,” Bray said, sighing.

"The last person to watch it turned out to be a mentally ill middle-aged man. My life is truly tragic."

Having said that, Bray also used an appraisal spell on himself out of boredom.

Because there's really nothing to do.

This is a common method used in identification techniques: self-identification.

Accurately measure a person's various qualities using a knowledge base, in a numerical manner...

Hey, where are the numbers?

Looking at the description displayed before him, Bray strained to open his dead fish eyes wide.

What the hell is this?

---

Blakes

Humanity

Inherent ability: None

Skills Mastered: Cooking Lv2, Basic Swordsmanship Lv1, Appraisal Lv1

quality:

"Speed" is so slow!

With "strength," you can kill a rabbit.

Does "technique" cuisine count?

My body feels so weak.

My willpower is alright.

Does "technique" count as identification technique?

Overall: Probably better than farmers.

---

“…” Bray fell silent.

What the heck is this rant? And what's with this "overall review"? I've never even heard of it!

"What are you doing, young man? Don't despair just because you're about to be executed!"

"Shut up..." Bray thought to himself, a thousand strange horses galloping through his mind.

After Bray had finished yelling at the old man, two fully armed prison guards walked through the prison corridor.

“You and you.” One of the tall jailers pointed at Bray, then at the old man.

It looks like he's about to be taken to the execution ground.

Bray suddenly clenched his fists and glanced around.

— “I don’t want to die”—that was the thought that filled Brayman’s mind.

Nonsense, who the hell wants to die?

Being inexplicably arrested and imprisoned, and then executed on trumped-up charges, is such a terrible life.

"Look at the airship!!!" Bray exclaimed abruptly, then forcefully broke free from the jailer's restraints.

"Crack!" A muffled sound.

"Do you think I'm an idiot! You bastard!" the jailer roared in fury. Someone actually uses this method to distract others?

Bray was knocked down.

It's true that escaping from prison empty-handed is very difficult.

The soldiers were surprisingly strong; it turns out that novels that portray soldiers as extras are a lie.

---

However, while Bray was arguing with the jailer in the prison, something strange happened outside the prison, on the ground above ground of the fortress.

The purple fluorescence illuminated the ground throughout the fortress.

The dazzling light captivated even the sentries on the fortress towers.

The purple light drew a circle, which was filled with elegant patterns.

The warden, wearing an iron helmet, glanced at the light beneath his feet, then looked at the sentries frantically whistling, lost in thought.

"Warden!!! Something terrible has happened!!!"

"I'm not blind." The warden punched the prison guard who was reporting the incident to the ground.

"What the hell are these...?"

Just as the warden was wondering what was going on, the light on the ground vanished instantly.

The sound of reciting poems and prose filled the air.

The warden had also been to those churches, and the voice sounded very similar to the chanting of those charlatans.

But there was no one around...

"Hmm, why is it dark?" The warden found it strange that it had suddenly become dark around him.

"Boom—" followed by a loud explosion.

The warden then lost consciousness.

---

"The visibility is so poor..."

"My eyes hurt so much..."

Bray groped around on the floor. Just moments before, while he was arguing with the jailer, the prison ceiling had suddenly collapsed.

"It really hurts..." Bray propped himself up and covered his face.

Bray felt somewhat disoriented.

The pain is so intense that I can't even think straight; that's roughly the situation.

However, Bray's vision is very blurry now; something seems wrong.

Then, the next moment, excruciating pain shot straight to the brain.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"My eyes hurt so much!!!" Bray touched his eyes, where it seemed like there was a hollow spot.

Waves of pain assaulted his brain, and Bray lay on the ground, rolling around helplessly.

"Smack." Bray seemed to have pressed down on something disgusting.

"So it's eyes..."

"I hope it's not my eyes."

Bray touched his left eye, which had no eyeball, and gave a wry smile.

To be honest, he still feels a bit nauseous now. Luckily, it's dark around him and he can't see clearly.

Bray was still in pain, and even laughing was difficult for him.

He then stopped smiling, gritted his teeth, and suddenly felt great admiration for those who remained silent despite being seriously injured.

"What bad luck."

—But it's strange.

"Why did the eyeballs disappear?"

The brain, which had stopped functioning due to the excruciating pain, started moving again.

Such an injury is unbelievable.

If his arms and legs were broken, Bray would have no doubt.

But the eyeball looks like it's been completely gouged out; it's really eerie.

"... "

Aside from my eyes, the rest of my body was also in pain, but thankfully I wasn't seriously injured.

He scrambled to his feet, disheveled. The prison used to be lit by torches, but now it was pitch black.

His eyesight isn't very good now, so Bray can only move forward by feeling.

I wonder how long it will take to get used to this kind of view.

"Bang—" Bray kicked something.