The money was finally left to Old Saul.

Just treat it as buying peace of mind.

Back to the clinic.

Luther opened the black wooden box immediately.

Inside was a manual, a silver dagger marked with a cross on the hilt of the sword, and a pair of black rhino leather gloves.

He picked up the manual, which was written in the handbook with a few scribbled Wien languages, which were the native language of his predecessor and the common language used by Luther today.

"Sol's Manual"

"Hey, the old guy is pretty good at making trouble."

While Luther was twitching in his heart, he opened the first page of the manual.

It is an article introducing himself, which is very brief, but roughly describes his life experience in the first half of his life.

Luther read it carefully.

He was abducted at birth and was attacked by bandits at the age of 15. His adoptive father told him the truth before he died.

At the age of 16, he was sold to a noble family as a servant because he was strong.

At the age of 23, he was attracted by the young lady from a noble family and the two elope.

He has his own child at the age of 27.

At the age of 29, facing the attacking enemy, he chose to join the army.

At the age of 31, he returned home and found that his wife and children were killed by the nobles.

He successfully took revenge at the age of 32, but was offered a reward by the noble family on the black market and lived a displaced life.

He came to Yongye Town at the age of 35. Because it is located on the edge, few people come here. From then on, he has hidden his identity and lived in this place.

Now, counting on age, Old Saul is 46 years old.

Turning to the second page, he briefly told some interesting stories about himself in the army, and also pointed out that the enemy he was facing at that time was not ordinary humans.

However, Lao Saul did not say what kind of creature it was in the manual.

Turning down further is what Luther needs.

"Military Sword Fighting"

A close-fitting technique used by using various parts of the human body in conjunction with daggers.

"I didn't expect that Old Saul was so powerful before!"

Just listening to names is quite awesome. Looking at the introduction below, Luther was a little excited.

This is what he lacks.

As for whether he can learn it, Luther decided to learn it first.

Turning to the third page, it is a picture and text analysis of "Military Sword Fighting Technique".

Stickman-like characters are marked with some simple text below.

Luther picked up the dagger in the box and learned as usual.

However, because he had no foundation, he looked a little ugly when he moved. He was completely confused when practicing. He only knew how to wield a short sword and slashed and stabbed randomly.

After practicing for a while, he was a little panting and sat back on the chair, preparing to continue reading the manual.

But at this moment, he noticed the exclamation mark flashing in the upper left corner of his field of vision.

Concentrated, and a line of characters appeared before Luther's eyes.

【Successfully read "Sol's Manual"】

【Get the clues of the old master 1, 1/50, Note: When you collect enough clues, you will open a new capturing object】

【Learn Sword Fighting lv0】

【Rough practice, sword fighting proficiency 1】

【Rough practice, sword fighting proficiency 2】

"Okay, have you numericalized my practice?"

"In this case, does it mean that as long as my practice reaches a certain number of times, the level of sword fighting will be improved accordingly?"

Ignoring the system's prompts about the old master, Luther focused all his attention on the level of sword fighting.

After all, compared with that illusory thing, it is the most important thing to improve one's own strength now.

Since the number of practices determines the level of your skills and the system does not set a limit on fatigue for you, Luther decided to explode!

During the whole day, in addition to going out at noon to receive some food and daily necessities, Luther burst into his liver and skill level in the clinic.

The facts are indeed as he guessed.

When night fell, he successfully upgraded his sword fighting skills to the level of lv2.

Now that I play the short sword, although it is still not particularly powerful, I still use it well and my skills are getting longer.

Of course, this was not enough for him.

In such a dangerous world and with ways to improve one's own strength, I still don't try to make a living to improve my liver level. Isn't this not going to be able to get along with myself?

So, after eating three big potatoes, Luther entered the liver-burning mode again.

Of course, this time, the place he chose was in the placement indoors.

Moreover, he regarded the ghoul tied to the hospital bed as an imaginary enemy.

When practicing, the brain is filled with the angle, strength, etc. of the attacks it will attack itself.

In this way, he found a faster way to improve his proficiency.

In the system prompts, the originally rough exercises have also become meticulous exercises, and the range of increased proficiency has also changed from 1-3 to 2-5.

Hard work will eventually pay off.

After a night of struggle, as the sky gradually dawned and the hoarse roar of the ghoul, Luther successfully used his sword fighting skills to the level of lv4.

At this moment, although his mind was a little drowsy, he was in a great mood.

After rewarding the ghoul that had quarreled all night and completely fell into a coma, Luther hurriedly washed up and returned to the office.

Lying on the bed, I woke up.

......

The dim light shone on Luther's face from the window.

He woke up slowly, and the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Picking up the pocket watch from the bedside and looking at the time, it was almost dark.

Putting on the gray robe, he was stunned and hummed and opened the office door, preparing to make some food, and then continued to stay up late and burst into tears.

Unexpectedly, the moment the door was opened, a short figure quickly ran over the corridor in front of him.

And Luther saw clearly that the figure was holding a gray jar in his hand.

Some of that thing is like a jar that is placed in the clinic and is specially used to hold the ghoul's head.

"Damn!"

"If this thing is taken out by that little thief, something will happen!"

Luther woke up in shock and quickly chased after him.

He was a little annoyed and forgot about that matter.

The ghoul's head should have been dealt with long ago!

Three steps at a time, Luther pulled his back collar as the moment the figure was about to leave the clinic.

"Let me go! You bad guy! I'm just hungry and want to get some food!!"

"Yeah, or a girl?"

"You can't just eat anything if you're hungry!"

"Do you know what's in it? You just eat it?"

"Who will be responsible for the food problem?"

"Have your mom taught you not to take other people's things casually?"

Lutherti slipped around and saw a dark, ugly face.

He was a little angry and said to her directly, and snatched the jar from her.

"You...you..."

Obviously, this little girl is not a match for Luther, like the key player. She is now flattened and her face is full of grievances.

“It’s annoying wherever naughty kids go!”
To be continued...