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Chapter 10: Chapter 10: The Guard's Subtle Thoughts
Chapter 10: The Guard's Subtle Thoughts
Early morning at the Cain Family Mansion.
For some reason, Master William's magical experiments ceased early last night, and the continuous "boom" sound that had been echoing for days vanished, granting the mansion's servants a much-needed restful sleep.
Rosie, the young maid, pushed open the window of the dining room, taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air. Her chestnut-colored ponytail swayed happily as she did so.
As William's personal maid, Rosie found it better that the experiments ended earlier than usual. Even though William's experiments often lasted until late at night, it was better than the days spent away in the laboratory and bedroom.
Compared to the times when she hardly saw William all day, even though she was more tired now, being able to give William massages these past few days, and having him occasionally joke with her, made her feel like she was becoming a more competent personal maid.
"Alright, Rosie, today let's keep up the good work!" Rosie patted her smooth, collagen-rich face, encouraging herself.
It was time to wake up William. He had been staying up late recently, not feeling too well, and Rosie had been the one waking him up. Should she prepare some refreshing tea for him today?
As Rosie was about to go upstairs to wake William, she turned around and saw William already seated at the dining table, enjoying his breakfast.
William waved to his adorable maid to have the kitchen bring another serving of ham and bread. freёwebnovel.com
The tender, fresh ham nestled in the soft white bread, accompanied by the creamy mushroom soup, whetted William's appetite.
Of course, William's good mood today might also be due to his success last night.
He successfully improved his first exclusive arcane spell, successfully transitioning to an arcane mage. This was the first step he took towards becoming a legendary mage, a significant milestone.
The arcane system he improved, the Blue Bomb Art, was judged to be of the third circle of arcane magic, a pleasant surprise.
Typically, improving a first-circle spell would result in a corresponding first-circle arcane spell. To enhance its power and advance to higher circles, one would need to add more complex elemental circuits and runes. But William's Blue Bomb Art was different.
If it wasn't an issue with the elemental model, then was the reason found within himself?
Perhaps it was because his soul was more attuned to fire magic. After all, in his previous life, he specialized in fire magic?
William let his thoughts wander. The issue of elemental model and soul compatibility had never been definitively resolved, and he couldn't determine what the situation was now.
After enjoying his exquisite breakfast and letting his thoughts wander, Joyce, the butler, approached William as if he had something to say.
Upon seeing William, Joyce seemed to freeze momentarily, his usually impeccable demeanor faltering.
William glanced at Joyce's awkward behavior curiously and asked, "Joyce, is there something you wanted to say?"
Joyce finally regained his composure and bowed slightly with impeccable etiquette, "Master, Lord Mora's men came to remind you not to forget his birthday party tonight."
This guy...
William was a bit speechless. Wasn't it enough that he personally reminded him at the library last time? Now, they even sent someone to remind him again.
If William didn't have to prepare for related matters, they might have even come to drag him there themselves!
William recalled that his previous self had probably skipped quite a few invitations.
Well, since they were so insistent with their invitation, he might as well reluctantly attend.
"I understand. I'll be back early today."
"Very well, Master. I'll have Rosie prepare your outfit for the party in advance."
Bell Street
Boom!
On the flat ground outside the warehouse, two figures parted ways after a brief encounter: William, panting and leaning on his long spear, and Dison, the guard, who still seemed to have energy to spare.
"Master, when you swung the spear just now, you exerted too much force from your waist, causing your movements to deform slightly. When you exert force..."
Seeing William exhausted, Dison put away his weapon and began pointing out William's shortcomings in his movements.
William nodded, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his hand as he looked at the panel information that popped up in his field of vision.
"[Intermediate warrior Dison is teaching you the skills of using a long spear. Your proficiency with the long spear weapon (novice) has increased.] [94% to 95%]"
Through these few days of training, William had already elevated his proficiency levels with single-handed swords, two-handed swords, and now the long spear to intermediate levels.
And with more and more training, he found himself learning various martial techniques and strategies. It seemed like he was beginning to grasp things more intuitively, and the speed at which he increased his proficiency with weapons was accelerating.
Perhaps his "Adapter" talent had something to do with it.
Originally, he estimated it would take about a month and a half to raise proficiency levels in ten weapons to intermediate levels, but now it seemed like a month might be enough.
This was good news because he didn't have much time. He needed to enhance his strength while also figuring out how to avoid the tragic cannon fodder plot awaiting him in the future.
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[Your proficiency with the long spear weapon has advanced to intermediate level.]
[Intermediate Spear Mastery]: You have basically mastered the use of the long spear, and its effectiveness increases moderately.
"Great, this is the third intermediate level!"
After training with Dison for a while, William finally broke through to intermediate proficiency with the long spear. He stopped, leaving the spear aside, and said to Dison, "I feel like the long spear isn't that interesting. It's too simple. Could you teach me some sword techniques?"
Dison, beside him, was momentarily stunned, not understanding why the young master suddenly didn't want to practice the long spear, especially when William had been improving with it.
But being typically silent, he didn't say anything and just nodded, walking to the side to retrieve the standard longsword he had prepared in advance from the weapon case, and began demonstrating the techniques of the royal swordsmanship to William.
Watching William toss the long spear aside and instruct Dison to bring out the sword for practice, Welf's mouth twitched involuntarily.
He had seen this scene a couple of days ago. He had taught William the single-handed sword diligently, but suddenly William didn't want to continue and wanted to learn something else. It seemed that our young master William was once again losing interest in the long spear and wanted to practice swordsmanship.
Bill, standing nearby, noticed Welf's somewhat speechless expression and whispered, "I wonder what our young master is up to. He's changing weapons after just a few days. This is already the fourth type of weapon he's switched to." Welf shook his head. "You shouldn't say that. Young Master William just wants to experience various weapons. Once he finds one he likes and feels comfortable with, he won't be like this anymore."
Bill hurriedly interjected, "Oh, sorry, boss, I just thought I'd mention it privately. It's just that you're already a golden warrior. Even the noble gentlemen would give you some face. Spending effort to teach the young master, and yet he picks and chooses... it's a bit..."
Welf glanced at Bill but didn't stop him from continuing.
"These past few days, we've had to accompany Young Master William here during the day, and then at night, he creates such a disturbance that we can't rest well. Some of the brothers are starting to complain."
"Complain? I bet it's just you and Lance, isn't it? I don't see Dison complaining."
"It's not the same. Dison and the others are orphans raised by the Cain family since childhood. But us brothers, we all recognize you as the boss. If..."
Welf waved his hand to cut off Bill's words. This guy, the more he spoke, the more unreasonable he sounded. But indeed, Young Master William was a bit too restless. Should he go and talk to that person?
Seeing that Welf was taking his words into consideration, Bill stopped speaking.
He, who always sought enjoyment, didn't want to spend every day practicing swordsmanship and wielding weapons with the young master here. Wouldn't it be better to go to the Golden Lily alley and find a girl to spend time with?