Unas was deeply puzzled by the Troll's story, but outwardly he politely apologized, "It was my fault before, please forgive me, Priest Haikesi."
The Troll remained silent, its ugly fangs twitching slightly at the corners of its mouth, as if it were trying to offer Unas a friendly smile.
The little incident was finally over, and it was time to get down to business. Unas recounted to them how he had met Beryl, and then turned to the Druid: "Master Oakleaf, the purpose of my visit today is to entrust Beryl to the care of her people. Please, you must protect her well."
"Heh, of course." Oakleaf smiled faintly, as if to say, "Do you, a human, even need to say that?"
"Well then, I should go. It's getting late, and I must rejoin the escort team," Unas stood up, picked up a piece of fruit that Nightmoon had just brought to the table, and said half-jokingly, "I'll have another delicious apple."
Unfortunately, his joke failed to distract Beryl.
"Brother Unas, can't you stay?" The Elf girl grabbed his arm, determined not to let him leave, her large, silver eyes looking pitiful.
"It's so close to the Monastery, I'll come to see you often," Unas, patting Beryl's head to comfort her.
"I also want to go to the Monastery to see Brother Unas."
"That won't do, the guards will stop you," Unas smiled. "Don't you want to become Druid? Work hard to learn from Master Oakleaf, and one day when you can use Druid Polymorph to become a bird, you can go wherever you want."
He turned to the Druid: "Isn't that right, Master?"
"Of course." Oakleaf wasn't Druids of the Talon, but he had to put on a brave face for now.
"Yay, that's great!" Beryl shouted happily. Perhaps every earth-dwelling creature dreams of flying.
Unas walked towards the door, then suddenly remembered something. He took five large bags of grain from his backpack and placed them at his feet, almost blocking the doorway. "I heard you're experiencing food shortages. I have some stock here; these bags of coarse grains might be enough for a while."
"Thank you for your help." Nightmoon smiled slightly at him and accepted his gift.
The Druids can cultivate fruit trees with nature magic and are the camp's healing masters, so they probably won't go hungry. Unas was just expressing goodwill towards them.
After bidding a reluctant farewell to Beryl, Unas went to find Stonebrow. The guy had been dragged away by his cousin's men long ago and was probably hiding somewhere catching up with old friends.
After searching around without success, he had no choice but to return to the Stone Wall and wait to rejoin the escort team. After handing over the duties to the camp guards, they could return to the Monastery together.
The Argent Dawn's commander stationed here was Paladin Holiya Horia, who was extremely busy but still made a special trip to chat with Unas.
This made Unas realize that killing the Dreadlord did indeed have its benefits; at least it enhanced his reputation, which, in game terms, greatly increased his reputation, probably to the Revered level.
As dusk settled, the handover was finally completed. Unas mingled with the escort team as he walked down the hillside. Looking back, under the gradually descending night, the simple outpost resembled an isolated island in the dark clouds, about to be swallowed up by the deep darkness.
You are dead.
"You're dead again."
"You're still dead."
In a corner of the training ground, two young men dressed in samurai attire were sparring with wooden swords used for training. The young man with black hair and black eyes was repeatedly struck in vital areas by his opponent, and although it was just a wooden sword, it still made him howl in pain.
It was supposed to be a sparring match, but it was more like a one-sided beating. With another "smack," Unas's hand holding the sword was struck, the wooden sword flew out of his hand, and the tip of his opponent's sword was pressed against his neck.
"You've died fifty-four times today, an improvement from yesterday," his opponent, Erigor, mocked mercilessly. "It seems our demon-slaying hero, Lord Unas the Holy-favored One, is regaining his memories, and his swordsmanship is gradually improving."
"I've never learned swordsmanship, you bastard!" Unas was sore all over, so he lay down on the spot, not wanting to move at all.
Today is his third day back at the Monastery. Thinking back to that night three days ago and then to his current miserable state, he feels an urge to cry.
After leaving Venomspider Gorge, they traveled through the night and finally arrived at the Monastery in the middle of the night. Although they missed the crowds lining the streets to welcome the Argent Dawn's triumphant return, there were still people waiting to catch a glimpse of the Demon Slayer's heroic figure.
So the escort team that arrived late was also warmly welcomed, and Unas received countless flirtatious glances and flowers. He had never been so popular in his life, and that night made him feel like he was reaching the pinnacle of his life.
Of course, he was no longer isolated in the Whispering Gardens. After leaving the enthusiastic crowd, Gordon took him to his residence in the Monastery.
Although Gordon was not well-liked, he was still an elite guerrilla Knight of the North Maple Legion, a mid-level officer, so he had a private residence in the Military District.
The two squeezed together for one night, and the next morning Gordon had vanished without a trace, leaving a note saying he was going to the Church District to find the Holy Light Master, and that the room would be temporarily given to Unas to live in.
Unas was at a loss for what to do and didn't know how to pass the time. He missed his computer and phone terribly. There were no entertainment options in the Monastery, and a soldier's life consisted almost entirely of training and combat.
Erigor was the first to come to him, saying he wanted to spar with him. Unas tried his best to make excuses to refuse, but in the end he was still dragged to the training ground.
The battle between the newly crowned demon-slaying hero and Erigor was bound to attract a lot of attention, but to the audience's disappointment, this sword fight was a complete stomp. With neither side using any magic, Unas performed like a rookie and was utterly defeated by Erigor.
Faced with everyone's suspicions, he had no choice but to resort to his amnesia trick again, lying that his swordsmanship had also deteriorated after he lost his memory, thus fooling everyone.
But Erigor had no intention of letting him off the hook. After the sword fight, they went on to fight with a hammer. This time, the situation was much better; at least the defeat wasn't so embarrassing. After all, the Warhammer wasn't very technical. As long as you had the strength, you could swing it around and smash it with a flurry of punches and probably kill a master.
Erigor felt that his opponent was like a civilian who had never received military training. Although he didn't really believe in the amnesia theory, he felt it was his responsibility to help his good brother improve his combat skills, so he automatically became Unas's instructor and did not hold back at all during the next two days of training.
Unas had mixed feelings. He was grateful for Erigor's concern and also hoped to improve his combat skills, but being beaten up every day was really unpleasant. Not only was he cursing in pain all over his body, but his reputation was also plummeting.
Fortunately, this grueling training also has many benefits. Unas's various attributes can be rapidly improved through the upgrade system. As long as he has combat skills that match his physical attributes, his overall combat power will be multiplied.
Moreover, every night I had to use Holy Power to soothe my injured body, and after a few days, I felt my internal energy increase again.
"Sweat more in peacetime, bleed less on the battlefield. "Unas remembered this slogan. He got up from the ground, picked up his wooden sword, and charged at Erigor, who was standing to the side.
The devilish instructor shifted his feet lightly, nimbly dodging the reckless Unas. He only needed to strike his opponent's exposed back with his sword again to send Unas sprawling face-first into the dust.
Unas suddenly crouched down and grabbed Erigor's legs. The latter, who had missed with his sword, felt dizzy and was caught off guard, and was knocked to the ground by Unas.
Erigor was momentarily stunned by the fall, Unas seized the opportunity to straddle him, slamming his head firmly into the ground. "Haha, I finally beat you!"
Erigor snapped out of his daze, released the wooden sword, spat out the dirt from the corner of his mouth, and grinned maliciously, "Very well, let me teach you some wrestling."
Reverse Cross Hold!
"Ouch!"
"Shoulder Lock!"
"Ahh!"
"Triangle Choke!"
Unas's mouth was steaming, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound. The two were intertwined, constantly changing positions. Unas wanted to cry but had no tears. This was the consequence of trying to trick someone but getting raped instead!