--Calm Down.
Mm, it was the skill Yu Xunge had just used to light Fishhead's cigarette.
The only thing remotely special about it was that it required no Mana to use, only a bit of emotion.
For a few seconds after lighting a fire, her emotions would become abnormally calm—thank goodness for that skill, or she would have nearly laughed just now.
But no matter how you looked at it, it was just a skill that produced a tiny flame.
What kind of concept was that?!
Eight hundred gold for a lighter!!
Whenever she complained about it, Zhuri would laugh at her for not recognizing quality.
Yu Xunge did not think she lacked discernment. Every time she thought of that lesson, she lost her appetite.
After that, Yu Xunge learned her lesson.
She understood. She had figured it out. Zhuri had definitely not paid for all those tutoring classes so that she could learn skills.
If Zhuri wanted to teach her skills, she could teach them herself. What she wanted was for Yu Xunge to gain experience by learning from these formidable figures.
Every person with an evil God-Bestowed Talent who had survived and managed to settle in Delano's Garbage Street had an absolutely extraordinary first half of their life.
Zhuri hoped Yu Xunge could draw some insights of her own from these people's stories.
As for why Zhuri did not tell her own story, Yu Xunge thoughtfully did not ask.
Just as Zhuri had never asked why Yu Xunge, despite coming from a happy family, had ended up wandering around Kaladom.
Just as Zhuri never asked what grades and skills the two magical items on the back of her hand possessed.
She absolutely would not admit that she was too scared to ask!
Cigarette smoke drifted over.
Today's teacher