Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

"hiss!"

He raised his short sword and pointed it at Master Merlin, and those around him spurred their horses and charged toward Master Merlin.

The man at the very front leaped onto his horse, clearly intending to trample it over with his hooves.

Teacher Merlin strode forward to close the distance, dodged the horse's hoof with a sidestep, and swung his thick, log-like arm swiftly through the air with his shoulder, making a semi-circle motion before slamming his fist heavily into the horse's face.

With a crisp sound of bones breaking, followed by a wail, the bandit who had been charging at the front fell to the ground, horse and all.

The horse's head had been smashed, its eyes bursting out of their sockets with blood and flesh, and only the skin and flesh remained connecting the head.

At this moment, three more men rushed in front of Master Merlin. Master Merlin dodged their swinging axes, turned around, grabbed the reins in front of the horse's head, and with an over-the-shoulder throw, he hurled one of the robbers and his horse at another robber.

The man had no time to dodge, and both of them, along with their two horses, were thrown heavily to the ground.

Seeing that he had escaped, the other robber fled back to the group.

The man before me, Merlin, is no magician. He possesses a physique and skill far superior to that of a swordsman. Although he is unarmed, a single punch from him would be enough to kill someone.

Seeing this, the bandits stopped charging forward. The men who had been knocked off their horses by Merlin got up, glanced at the leader of the group, and then, not to be outdone, swung their axes and daggers at Merlin.

Teacher Merlin took one of the men's arms, used the axe in his hand to block another man's dagger, then kicked down hard, embedding another man's knife into the ground. He then grabbed the collar of another man who rushed up and threw him over his shoulder, slamming all of them together.

After finishing his routine, Teacher Merlin's movements were fluid and graceful, and it was clear that he was holding back, not intending to kill anyone.

He clapped his hands lightly and stretched his arms, as if he had just finished warming up.

"Shall we continue?"

Teacher Merlin took a step forward, while the group of bandits took a step back.

They were afraid of Master Merlin. Although Master Merlin did not kill them, he was fully capable of killing them, and these bandits probably could tell that too.

"The brothers can't have come all this way for nothing."

"Zhizhixiong" spoke, his voice was very hoarse, and you could vaguely see that when he opened his mouth, his tongue seemed to be forked, like the tongue of a snake, but it didn't seem to be naturally like that.

Then, he drew his short sword, dismounted, and held the sword high above his head with both hands, assuming the offensive stance of the Sword God School.

Kyrie I once taught me that this move is the most practical technique in the beginner level of the Sword God style. Sometimes, swordsmanship is not about how well you improve, but about how effectively you can use it in actual combat.

Although this move is not as powerful as the draw slash commonly used by masters of the Sword God School, it is still a very lethal move.

"Oh? Sword God Style? Forget it, I think you should just forget it. There's no killing intent at all. You should just take your men and head south to find a legitimate job."

I saw that guy's eyes were like those of a wild beast, as if he could devour Merlin-sensei in an instant, but Merlin-sensei said that he had no murderous aura.

Was Teacher Merlin giving him a chance? A chance to back down when things got tough.

"Don't underestimate me, you old man!"

The man charged forward, his sword slashing down with a sudden, deadly blow.

Oh no, Merlin-sensei didn't have time to dodge.

"Ping!"

All that could be heard was the crisp sound of metal breaking, and the fight between the two was over.

The man was trembling as he held the broken dagger, the other piece of which was in Merlin's hand.

Catching a blade barehanded...

"hateful!"

Having failed in his sword attack, the man picked up an axe and swung it at Merlin.

"This punch is the culmination of eighty years of experience. Taste it, young man!"

Seeing that the man showed no sign of stopping, Teacher Merlin threw a punch at him.

I could almost see the shockwave from the fist pushing a two-meter-long ripple through the snow on either side.

The fist stopped just an inch from his face. The leader, who had just been looking aloof like a villain, was now crawling back onto his horse on his knees.

"Let's go!"

Watching the bandits disappear into the woods, I got off the carriage and met up with Teacher Merlin.

As soon as I got off the bus, I saw the driver's body. He was limp and dead on the bus frame, with an axe stuck in his head.

May Saint Milis bless your soul.

Mr. Merlin is a follower of the Millican faith, and he is praying for the coachman in the Millican way, with his hands clasped together.

"Master Merlin, are you using the Hokami-ryu style of kung fu?"

Teacher Merlin shook his head, used the axe left behind by the bandits to dig a large pit under a nearby tree, and placed the coachman's body inside for burial.

"I have not studied the Kitakami-ryu style."

As Mr. Merlin picked up the white cotton robe he had thrown on the ground and put it back on, he said.

"But, Merlin, you defeated them without using your sword, and why did you show mercy to those ruthless bandits?"

"When I was twenty, I studied the Sword God Style at the Holy Land of Swords. When I was thirty, I entered the advanced level. After leaving the Holy Land of Swords, I realized that swordsmanship is, after all, the art of killing. After learning swordsmanship, killing is easy, but sparing a life is truly precious."

"So, Merlin, you've put down your sword and chosen to use your fists instead?"

"Because the body is the strongest weapon."

Then, Merlin turned to the three bandits who had been abandoned by the gang, and they looked at him in great fear.

Teacher Merlin took out a few silver coins from his pocket and handed them over.

"While you're still young, go to a town in the south and find a decent job to support yourself."

……

Lanoa Magic University Library

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"Miss Silphie, what are your thoughts on fire magic?"

A blond-haired nobleman was sitting opposite a girl with long emerald green hair, holding an expensive book in one hand and pointing to the words "Fire Magic, Part 1" written on the book with the other.

"Fire magic? Actually, I'm not very good at it, because I burned my hand when I was a child and it left a scar."

As she spoke, the girl curled up her hands, lowered her head slightly, and pressed them against her chest.

"Can I take a look?"

The blond-haired boy leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the girl before him, but the girl gently shook her head and said:

"Sorry, it's too ugly, it's better not to look at it."

"Uh, no, I'm the one who should apologize."

The boy showed a slight look of disappointment, but quickly covered it with a smile.

"I have a feeling that your roommate Rudius might not like me very much, but I'm already very grateful that you haven't disliked me because of him."

The girl raised her head, sighed softly, and smiled slightly, revealing a relaxed expression.

"Actually, you are one of the few people besides Rudy who take the initiative to contact me, and I am also very happy to get to know Mugore. But the day you kept grabbing me, which was really impolite, otherwise Rudy would not have reacted that way."

"Is that so? I'm so sorry. It seems I should visit you in person to apologize when I have the chance. Besides, Rudius seems to like you a lot, right?"

Upon hearing the word "like," the girl frowned slightly and smiled wryly:

"Maybe I don't like it that much."

Chapter 108: The Dao (Part 5)

Even without a job transfer, I will live earnestly [Chapter 108] The Way (Part 5)

Chapter 108: The Dao (Part 5)

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Teacher Merlin took over as the driver. I can neither ride a horse nor drive a car, so I felt like a complete burden during our trip.

Oh, it's not just like, it's a burden.

Two days after encountering bandits, yesterday Merlin and I encountered another group of bandits blocking our way. So, Merlin once again used his fists to teach a lesson on "love education".

The nearly 100-year-old Merlin is not only a high-level magician, but also a martial artist who has transformed swordsmanship into fist fighting.

But there doesn't seem to be such a thing as a martial arts master in this world. Merlin's martial arts are ultimately swordsmanship of the Sword God style.

Killing someone with a sword is easy, but sparing their life is truly precious.

I don't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, but after witnessing Teacher Merlin's "education of love" for those bandits and robbers, I guess it probably means something like "forgive and forget."

After an eight-day journey, I finally met a group of people who resembled a primitive tribe. I could tell they were very similar to the group I met in Sharia, and I guessed they were the same kind of people as those from Merlin's village.

They lived in simple thatched huts that were easy to move around in. There was a fire at the entrance of the hut for burning firewood to heat things up and keep warm. Around the huts, there were dried deer and wolf skins hanging in the sun.

Teacher Merlin did not stop the carriage. After passing through a large forest, the road gradually became gentler. If they continued for another week or two, they would probably reach the seaside.

But the destination didn't seem to be the seaside. Mr. Merlin was driving, and I was leaning against the wooden board behind him. Even though there was a wooden board between us, I could still feel the unparalleled strength of his solid back.

"Rudius".

"Ah, I'm here, Professor Merlin, please speak."

"Do you see any difference between this place and Sharia, or even Asura?"

I stuck my head out of the car window and looked around. It was just an ordinary primitive tribe outside, with almost no signs of civilization. The lives of the nomadic people in the remote countryside were incomparable to those of Sharia and Asra. Was it poverty?

"It's poverty, isn't it?"

"I see."

I could hear a hint of disappointment in Professor Merlin's tone; it was clear I had answered incorrectly.

"I'm sorry, Professor Merlin."

"There's no need to apologize. You've only seen the surface. Wait a while, think it through, and then answer my question."

"Yes, Professor Merlin."

What exactly is the difference between this and Sharia and Asura?

The carriage traveled for another half day before finally stopping. I followed Teacher Merlin off the carriage and entered a small village.

It can't really be called a "small village" because in my mind, the concept of a village is still a village like Buyena Village. What I see in front of me is just a few simple firewood houses made of dry branches, surrounded by a few fences. It looks better than the primitive tribe-like herders I saw on the way here, but the only difference is that they are all clustered together.

"Lord Merlin!"

"Lord Merlin has returned!"

"Lord Merlin!"

As soon as we entered the village, some elderly people came out to greet us. People who were busy making odd jobs such as cutting meat and making animal traps in front of the firewood sheds were the first to see us.

However, some of the young people in the village didn't seem to care much for Teacher Merlin. They just looked up in surprise and chatted with the people around them. Judging from their reactions, they probably had only heard of Teacher Merlin but had never seen him in person.

The people who came out to greet us all looked to be around fifty years old, and they were also with their children. The younger people were not as enthusiastic as these older people.

As we walked through the village surrounded by people, I noticed their thatched huts, which were simply lined with dry wood. Some of the wealthier families might have even laid animal hides on top of the dry wood.

This is perhaps the only similarity to the village of Buena, just as I was shocked when I first entered Silphi's house.

Because her family didn't even have a decent bed, they slept on a patched cloth with straw underneath. It was okay in the summer, but in the winter, they might really freeze to death.

In such a place, I can hardly imagine how ordinary people sleep on these cold northern nights. Perhaps they just huddle together in a dilapidated woodshed.

Recalling the question Merlin asked me, the most superficial difference between this place and Sharia and Asura is poverty. I didn't see any other differences.

However, there is one thing that bothers me. The elderly people here are all in good health and look to be only in their early sixties. They remind me of the ancient Greek philosophers known for their muscles and philosophy.

But when I glanced at Merlin walking in front of me, I immediately dismissed the idea. Compared to Merlin, who was nearly a hundred years old and still able to give “education of love” to the bandits, I suddenly felt that these vigorous old people were nothing.

A group of middle-aged women gathered around, asking all sorts of questions. It's true, middle-aged women are the same no matter where they are.

"This child is so thin, his arms are not even half as thick as my eldest child's."

"This child looks like he comes from a noble family; he must be able to eat hot meals every day."

……

"Child, I ask you, have you ever attended a banquet?"

A woman who looked to be in her forties grabbed my left hand and stared at me intently with eyes that yearned for something new.

That kind of gaze made me feel a little uneasy.