Name: Lucial Andrew I.45
Current: Wanderer I.9
Boxer Iv.8
Adventurer Iv.8
Survivor W.5
Mercenary I.15
Talents: 《Deception Tactics》《Nine Deaths, One Life》
Alignment: Neutral.
Widowmaker of the Duchy of Ankar.
The tempering of battle and wandering has hardened his will like armor.
Wounds that cannot be fatal only make him stronger.
She secretly used 《Pupil》 to glance at the instructor’s Status Bar, and her eyes instantly widened.
His level was actually 45! Considering the information collected so far, the average level of people in this world was around 20. Breaking through level 30 was considered skilled, so 45 was indeed a remarkably outstanding level.
Moreover, his Mercenary profession level had actually broken through level 10, reaching 15? Was such a thing even possible? She had thought level 10 was the cap, but perhaps each profession’s characteristics were different.
In any case, one thing was certain: this man was extremely powerful, enough to secure a position as an instructor in this academy packed with Heroes.
Since this name hadn’t appeared in the original work, she hadn’t held much expectation initially, but now she had to re-evaluate that arrogant assumption.
“Alright, let’s start the lecture. I’m not great with theory, so I’ll just cover the key points. I suppose none of you here are really interested in that anyway, right?”
Erika actually wanted to start by listening to the theory. Was she the only complete combat novice here?
Now, looking more carefully, the students attending this class also bore scars, more or less. Those marks seemed like medals earned through battle.
Perhaps due to excessive exposure to the blazing sun, both men and women had tanned skin that made them look more mature than their actual age. Looking at the students’ resolute expressions and eyes, Lucial nodded as if confirming something.
“Alright, teaching assistant, bring out the prepared items.” “I’ll get them right away!”
At that moment, someone came trotting over, grunting as she carried a large, heavy-looking bundle.
Her slow, shuffling trot was as fast as a turtle or a snail, and her movements looked utterly foolish. But what was even more surprising was her appearance—the teaching assistant was wearing a nun’s habit.
Was any further explanation needed? The newcomer was naturally Cielciel.
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“These are the prepared items!”
“Clatter—” Cielciel, who for some reason had become Lucial’s teaching assistant, untied the bundle and poured its contents onto the ground with a clatter.
The ground was covered with almost every type of weapon imaginable: various sharp swords and blades, blunt weapons, scythes, spears, swords, bows, crossbows, and so on.
“Deployment complete!”
“Good work, assistant. Go rest in the shade over there.” “Understood!”
Cielciel walked straight to the shade and sat down.
Erika stared over there with a gaze so full of suspicion it could almost solidify. Cielciel met her eyes and waved at her from a distance, moving her hand left and right.
Though she didn’t speak, this was probably meant to express happiness.
Just as the girl was wordlessly exchanging greetings with Cielciel, Instructor Lucial spoke up again. “While you all should already know the importance of equipment in combat—suitable gear, unsuitable gear, weapons you can wield skillfully or clumsily—these differences become infinitely magnified during a fight.”
“Whoosh.” Lucial raised an ordinary, standard-issue longsword. “Of course, warriors who reach a certain realm don’t care much about equipment, but most people die before reaching that point. Because the enemies of legends always come one after another.”
He casually swung the longsword a few times in the air and added, “So the goal of this lesson is for you to understand the weapons that suit you and how to use them, to increase your survival rate.” “Swish.” Someone raised a hand. It was a woman with two hammers hanging at her waist.
“I already have a sacred artifact I use, these two hammers. Since I already have a preferred weapon, should I change my weapon and fighting style now?”
“No, it’s unnecessary. For those who already have sacred artifacts, and those whose fighting styles are already firmly established, we will help them utilize them even better.”
Hearing Lucial’s words, everyone nodded.
“I see”—that was the general feeling.
Erika didn’t know much about this area either and lacked confidence in close combat skills, so she just nodded along with everyone else.
Lucial continued, “Alright, I’ll give you some time. Everyone can choose a weapon they like from the ones displayed here. Those who already have sacred artifacts can keep them as they are.”
Suddenly, the scene turned into something like a ceremony where newborn babies pick their fate. Everyone stepped forward to choose their preferred weapon, and the crowd gradually grew noisy.
The Big Guy gently patted the girl’s back. “What are you spacing out for, idiot? Go pick one.”
“I already have a weapon.” Erika openly showed Emil the Succubus Tail worn like a bracelet on her left wrist.
However, the Big Guy just snorted contemptuously and sneered. “What we call weapons are swords that can cut through iron, blunt weapons that can shatter bones.”
“The very character for ‘martial’ in the word ‘weapon’ tells you it’s something you hold in your hand that gives you a sense of security, not some soft, floppy wand.”
Emil crossed her arms and pointed at her as if lecturing a daughter. “A wand is just an external tool. Without magic, what use is it?” “I see. So that’s why Lady Emil never uses magic.”
The Big Guy clenched her fist as if wanting to give her a knock on the head. The girl had no choice but to move her feet helplessly and look at the various weapons scattered on the ground. Nothing particularly caught her eye.
Wasn’t there something like an Excalibur? At least that would be a half-decent ranged weapon.
After all, she was a Mage. Wasn’t it strange for a Mage to wield swords and spears?
Unless she was like Gandalf, a Grandmaster of Returning to Simplicity, that would be a different story.
Just as Erika was frowning deeply, hesitating, Instructor Lucial, who had been guiding students, walked over to her. “You seem troubled?”
“Yes. In fact, I’ve never held a proper weapon before, so I don’t know what would suit me.” “Erika Angelina. I’ve heard of you. It’s said you defeated that Bond with strange magic. Is the rumor true?”
Erika was somewhat surprised. She had never spread such news, and the disgraced Bond wouldn’t go around talking about it, would he?
“It seems it’s true. Otherwise, someone originally ranked beyond the four-digit sequence couldn’t have taken a sub-300 sequence badge as a trophy… Hmm, let me see.” The man quickly looked the girl over from head to toe.
“Typical Mage build. Thin arms and legs, no muscle. Well then, Erika, you’d best learn how to deal with attacks from various weapons, rather than focusing on mastering the techniques of a specific weapon.”
Learning how to deal with enemies using various weapons? That was indeed good advice.
“Reporting, Instructor Lucial!” Suddenly, someone hurried over from a distance. This man, wearing ordinary faculty robes, approached Lucial and whispered something in his ear. Lucial immediately raised an eyebrow.
“Really? Undead?”
“It’s true.”
“Hmm.” Lucial let out a soft sigh.
“Let’s end today’s lesson here for now. Alright, assistant, please clean up.” “Understood!”
As Cielciel was retrieving the weapons and bagging them, Lucial had already quickly left the scene. The sudden, abrupt ending left the students buzzing with discussion and speculation.
“What happened?”
“Undead? I just ate some spicy peppers this morning. Can I one-shot them?”
Erika naturally heard the mention of Undead as well. Such information was hard not to pay attention to.
“Maybe it’s because of a Necromancer.”
“A Necromancer?”
“I heard there’s an extremely dangerous Necromancer wandering near the town. They say it’s a terrifying being capable of controlling high-tier Liches, and it’s already caused significant damage.”
“Capable of controlling high-tier Liches… Could it be that girl from the Draco family?”
Perhaps hearing that discussion, the Big Guy, who had spent the entire class with her arms crossed, constantly yawning, frowned. She strode over to the two-hammer-wielding female adventurer who was whispering there, grabbed her by the collar, and lifted her up to face level. “Keep talking. What about that Necromancer controlling Liches?”
“Th-that, I only heard it too! They say that Necromancer attacks anyone it meets and digs up graves everywhere! It might be related to the Draco Family…”
Thud. The hand gripping the collar gradually loosened.
“Everyone, disperse. Don’t you have another class to attend? If you’re so free, do you want to train with me?” Yielding to the overwhelming pressure of Emil, ranked fifth, the students all lowered their heads and left the training ground.
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