"Is there still a building like this (⊙o⊙)?"

Senna was curious about what was in front of her, and walked around the four stone pillars a few times, carefully tapping the stone pillars with her hand a few times, but failed to notice anything unusual and walked back to me.

"So Raven Creek, what are (⇀‸↼‵‵) you going to train?"

"The training is just about putting your hands on the stone pillars, do you want to try it yourself? Just put your hand on it and inject the magic. ”

"Put your hand up and inject magic (゚́ω゚)?"

Senna carefully placed her hand on the stone pillar, her palm glowing blue, and then—she was bounced away.

"What's going on, Crow Creek (゚⊿゚)ツ?!"

Feeling the pain, Senna quickly clenched her injured hand and looked at me with teary eyes, but in fact, it shouldn't be very painful, it's just that Sena is too sensitive.

"Just like you can feel, the stone pillar will bounce its hand away, and you can only feel it by perceiving a place that won't bounce off and inject magic, otherwise it will bounce off anyway."

"So what's the use of this training∑ ( ̄□ ̄; )？ ”

"What's the use...... Gruan said it was for magic control, Senna, do you want to train together, too? ”

"Don't! It's so boring, I'll go back and mess with (o'ε ́o)! ”

Come to think of it, the training of perceiving magic and controlling magic sounds boring, and the actual training content is also boring.

I put my hand on the stone pillar and repeated the feeling of entering the mana yesterday, trying to blend in, but it was difficult to maintain the strength of the mana, and I always bounced off as soon as I found the point.

The colors contained in the magic are so numerous and intertwined that they are almost completely intertwined, so that I can't find a single hole when I want to infuse it with magic.

Immersed in the intersection of magic, I was completely unaware of the passage of time, and by the time I wanted to rest, the sun had completely set.

"We have to get back quickly."

I wiped the sweat off my face and was shocked to find someone standing behind me at some point.

"Am I that scary, boy?"

The mustache shook and covered his face, but the anger in that tone could not be concealed.

"It's really scary, suddenly appearing behind ......"

I'm an assassin, and I'm weak in mastering and using magic, but I'm very strong in breath perception.

Senna could sense her presence within ten meters of me, even Sirleaf.

Sirleaf is a B-class adventurer, I can accurately detect his aura when he appears, and I can't detect the time when Gruan appears behind me, maybe he is stronger than Sirleaf.

"There is still room for improvement in terms of guts, you go out to be adventurers, adventurers adventurers, the word adventure is emphasized in the name, why are you so bad in terms of guts?"

With that, Gruan took a gourd and drank it to his mouth, and soon a strong smell of alcohol emanated from him.

"I say——, as an adventurer, you must ......"

Gruan's place that was not covered by the mustache turned red, and his words became quieter and quieter, but he still spoke softly with an angry look.

Drunk, Gruan began to walk around unconsciously, shaking on the ground like a tumbler, but even then he clutched the gourd in his hand.

"Just like Sirleaf, it's easy to get drunk......"

Looking at Gruan's drunken appearance, I couldn't help but think of Sirleaf, but my words provoked Gruan's reaction.

"Stinky boy, say—what, what?"

The pain came from the top of my head, and Gruan slammed it on my head at a speed I couldn't react to, and there was no mercy at all in terms of strength, absolutely with all his strength!

"Be respectful to your elders and whisper to your face...... Mutter! In person... Forehead...... You can't whisper! ”

"Since you're drunk, don't come out and walk around!"

"Do you dare to return it? Do you want to be beaten!? ”

Gruan showed his fist in a demonstrative manner, but even if it was dyed red, it was still not enough to deter much, because Gruan's fist was only two-third-the size of mine.

"Really, how can I hit it so painfully with a fist like that, it's just a small fist......"

Accidentally complained out, Gruan's drinking movements froze, put down the gourd in his hand and tilted his head to look at me, and then jumped behind me, still with a god speed.

"Neck...... Let go! ”

Inexplicably, Gruan stuck his arm around my neck.

"Stink... Boy, I'll tell you...... How much or how little do I want to deal with the younger and younger generations...... How many! I'll give you a hard time! ”

I grabbed Gruan's arm and tried to pull it away, but his hand was fixed on my neck like a solid stone.

The long-term suppression of my neck caused me to have difficulty breathing slowly, so I blurted out the words.

"Mustache, hurry up and let go of your hand!"

The moment I blurted it out, I felt familiar, as if I had called Gruan like that at some point.

"Wow! Mustache? Laugh at my beard?! What I hate most about Gruan is that people laugh at my beard, and today you will ......"

The strength of the arms on his neck increased, his breathing became more difficult, and his feet began to disobey, and it didn't matter what Gruan said at the end, and now he just wanted to pull his hand away.

"I'm telling you, it's important to respect your elders... Yes! ”

The sound came to my ears intermittently, and the smell of alcohol enveloped me, and even now, Gruan was drinking the wine from the gourd with his other hand.

A few clicks fell, and Gruan made a refreshing sound in his throat, and the strength in his hand increased, and this added bit of force grabbed my neck so hard that there was no room for me to breathe.

"Rather... Loosen it ......."

I spoke with the last of my strength, but my voice was so small that I could barely hear it, let alone Gruan behind me.

The picture began to darken, everything in front of me became blurry, and I realized that it could be very bad if it continued like this.

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, I condensed my magic and wanted to use my skills to pull this drunkard away from me, so I started chanting and prepared for the skill.

"'Exercise Line'"

The silk thread appeared from the other end and wrapped around Gruan's arm from the front and back, and after entering the magic power, the silk thread pulled the entwined object hard, but even then Gruan's arm remained unmoved.

"Isn't it useful to 'the line'? That's just going to try the ''......"

I loosened my grip on the silk thread, and then instilled the magic power into another skill, and the moment the magic power was poured in, the physical magic condensed by the skill appeared.

Unlike the "Exercise Line", the "Shadow Exercise" does not require the help of any external objects, and is simply the product of the condensation of magic power.

The darkness of the magic crept out of his hand and climbed up Gruan's arm, and he threw his hand away as if stimulated by something, and I was kicked hard in the process.

"What the hell are you doing, Gru......"

When I looked back, Gruan was gone, and only a gourd dripping with wine remained on the ground to prove that he had visited.

"What the hell are you doing here......

I walked up to the gourd, let go of my neck that had just covered the ground and still had some pain, straightened the gourd, stuffed it with its own plug, and then left here in an inexplicable mood.