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39. Gather Together

The snow storm fell when we reached the village, the residents were still outside even though the cold air was so stinging, they worried about us who had not returned.

They felt relieved after seeing us finally return to the village. Some people immediately helped us push the cart up to the restaurant next to the Sania store, where the gledek roast chicken was stored.

“Very amazing village.” I was impressed by the solidarity of the villagers.

The more the storm fell, the more all the residents stayed inside their homes. At Mr. Butcher's restaurant, I took a break chatting with the others enjoying the warm soup of river fish.

I don't know what it could be called soup or drink because they serve it with a glass, the way they eat it like they're having tea or coffee.

While the taste itself is so strange with a fishy smell that stings. But I still ate it because I already felt something worse.

“So you are an adventurer who used to stop in this village right?.” a young man named Hektor approached my desk.

“You also still remember me lord gatekeeper?.”

“It was really strange, while I was still working as a village guard I had met many adventurers but none of them I clearly remembered. But with you being different, I really remember how we met as if it was only yesterday even though it was seven years.”

Like Sania, the gatekeeper Hektor also remembered me. Not long after that Herka, Sania and Butcher came to our table carrying food that was nothing but processed meat. Although there are still many tables in this large restaurant but somehow everyone chose to eat at my table.

Maybe because the table was close to the fireplace.

“Master Butcher is this you, you look so different.” I asked the restaurant owner about a photo on the wall of the restaurant.

“Hahaha... That's what happens if you have trouble getting food for years.” replied the skinny old man. He was very different from the one in the photo that was so fat.

The photo also includes Mr Butcher's family, his two children and his wife. Mr. Butcher told me about his family when he taught me how to disassemble bodies. She said one of her children had died of illness while the other was dying.

He was so distressed thinking about the fate of his last child.

‘Not only hunger makes Mr. Butcher so thin, but stress factors can also be the cause.’ Herka said if the illness suffered by Butcher's son was caused by the bite of a snow wolf, many villagers died from the bite of the monster.

The victorious snow wolf had poison in its bite, the missing leg of Hektor was caused by a wolf bite. But knowing the effects of the snow wolf bite, Hektor immediately cut it a time before the poison spread.

Although the snow wolf has killed villagers and caused sufferers but strangely Ali did not feel the hatred of the villagers on Alaska and Pluto.

“Actually all attacks from snow wolves are caused by our own actions.” Hektor said with his head bowed as well as the other three.

He said that the famine that hit the village due to prolonged winter made the residents hunt snow wolves. Of course it is a very risky choice and proven when one by one residents exposed to frostbite due to wolf bite wounds.

That's why the villagers don't hate snow wolves because of the problems they create. My gaze then turned to Alaska and Pluto who were sound asleep in front of the fireplace. They must have been very exhausted after working hard all day pulling the cart.

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The storm outside was getting more and more violent, leaving us trapped inside the restaurant.

After dinner we were still chatting, sharing things we talked about even though the most discussed was my question.

“Yes I saw it clearly when you were fighting. You hit more than you slashed with this sword.” Although the sword Sania lent out looked so sharp, but when I used it it was very dull.

“It must be because the gods bless you with other abilities except for sword.” Hektor said.

“Thanks to the gods?.” My head is tilted in confusion.

“That's a talent I used to want to be a sword knight too but unfortunately the blessing that the gods gave me made me a Spearman.”

From the words of Hektor, I also understood that what he meant by blessing was the status system. Hektor has a job Spearman makes him an expert at using spears but bad with a sword.

So is it possible that a Viking job makes me not good at using swords?

What weapon is suitable for a Viking?.

Instantly I thought back to fighting the golden rooster, I was fighting with a sword but no one was able to injure the Monster. Only after I use the axe can I cause damage to the giant bird.

‘What does it mean Viking jobs can only use axes?.’

After a conversation with Hektor and Sania. My attention was diverted to Herka who was making runes. It was a useful fire rune to light the fireplace.

As winter made it difficult for residents to find firewood, it caused Herka fire runes to be the only hope of the citizens to survive the cold air.

Intending to learn the Rune technique, I reasoned to help Herka. “You sure you can do it? Not everyone can learn runes even though they are capable of using magic.” I just smiled confidently in response to the words of the woman who is the village head.

‘Yes anyway I have Runecraft skill obtained from gold treasure box.’ I am sure can learn Runes. And sure enough in just a few minutes I had already mastered the basic technique.

It is very easy to make runes. it only requires ink that can store mana, in this case we use blood. several times I tried to imitate the image of Rune that symbolizes fire, which is a fire, only twice did I fail with the explosion and then I mastered it.

“Sorry for underestimating you.” Herka said after seeing my rune was perfect. Even so the runes I made were not as good as Herka made which could cause a bigger and longer lasting fire.

‘Maybe because of our intelligence level.’ there is still a lot to learn from Rune techniques, it makes me very curious whether magic in the real world I can use in the game world.

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“Very talented and also powerful miss, fight, taming and now magic rune. If you may ask where Miss Estrid.” came from, Mr. Butcher's question made all attention to me.

“I come from mount Frieg.” reply me, but it makes them put on a face of disbelief. “My point is, I dropped it there.” my words made them more confused until I was forced to explain about the Travelers who are none other than players.

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