As the sky gradually darkened, the afterglow of dusk draped the Training Ground in a veil of gold.
Roland held an iron sword, his movements precise as machinery as he practiced Lion Swordplay over and over again.
Each of his moves was standard, as though copied from a model. His actions flowed smoothly, leaving almost no flaws to be found.
"Clang!"
After hearing the crisp bell ring, Roland completed the final move of Lion Swordplay, smoothly sheathed his sword, and ended his training.
As he gazed at the steadily rising experience bar after Lion Swordplay on the Profession Panel, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into a satisfied smile.
"At this rate, I'll be able to max out Lion Swordplay in a few more days. Then I can officially take up the Warrior profession."
At the thought, Roland's heartbeat involuntarily quickened.
Although Blacksmith and Warrior were both Upper-Tier Professions, Blacksmith ultimately leaned toward a life profession, offering very limited improvements to combat power.
And what he needed most urgently now was strength.
Mutated monsters. The gods Theresa had mentioned.
All of it made his desire for strength grow increasingly intense.
However, the burning hunger that suddenly churned in his stomach forcibly dragged his thoughts back to reality.
"I'd better fill my stomach first."
Roland shook his head, casting his distracting thoughts aside. He returned to the dormitory to wash up briefly, then went straight to the cafeteria.
Under the numb gazes of George and the other Blacksmith Apprentices, he devoured a dinner meant for four people before finally rising and leaving, completely satisfied.
With dusk settling around him, Roland hurried toward that secluded little house.
This was the time he and Mister Bronson had agreed on for him to assist with research and study ancient script.
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