But when he realized that it was only the wind blowing open the window, his tense spirit gradually relaxed.

Closing his eyes slightly, Ron reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a dull feeling in his chest.

He walked over to the table, poured a glass of cold water, and drank it all in one gulp.

It took a while for those feelings to fade.

Feeling the changes in his body, Ron stretched out his rough palm, which seemed to tremble slightly.

'Is it because of seeing a corpse, or is it because of indirect killing?'

His memory seemed to still be stuck in the scene of the tall man rushing towards him with a hideous face, the whistling wind, when his brain was unusually clear, and his vision seemed to have never been so clear.

The refreshing touch of the cross sword piercing the arm, and the laceration wounds and blood that it brought out, time seemed to freeze in that moment.

An unusual emotion rose in his heart at that time.

It wasn't fear, but it was like a thrill stimulated by the imminent death, and my scalp was numb, and my whole body seemed to tremble.

"Am I a pervert who would have felt this way at that time" Ron frowned slightly.

He vaguely felt that he seemed to have undergone an unknown change unconsciously.

It's not physical, it's mental.

These days, he has become accustomed to daily combat training, accustomed to feeling the growing strength every day.

However, there is still an indescribable strangeness about the strangeness that appeared at that time.

Although he had already understood that human life in this world was very cheap, and if he hadn't killed that person at that time, he might have died again now.

"Is it a change in circumstances, or is it my own fault?" Ron clenched his palms to stop the trembling.

The dagger in his right hand brought a hint of coldness, which gave him an unusually real feeling.

It's as if the days of life on Earth before were supposed to be illusory, and this is where he should be.

Ever since he crossed over, he had understood that the world was cruel and that death was frequented every day more often than in any corner of the planet.

People who have no ability to protect themselves can only rely on the strong to survive here, otherwise, no one will know even if they die.

He had been living in a state of extreme insecurity, and only the strength he gained every day gave him a sense of reassurance.

So much so that when a person's life flows through his hands indirectly, there is no guilt or remorse.

After thinking for a long time, in the darkness, Ron put the dagger back under the pillow and watched the night calmly.

"Survival of the fittest, this may just be an inevitable change. ”

He doesn't know if this change is good or bad, but for now, it is undoubtedly the most correct choice......

A few days after the end of the mission.

In the cafeteria of the training camp.

On a three-meter-long table, several knights who had returned from their mission were eating lunch.

A faint smell of blood emanated from them, but no one cared.

Ron sat in the middle of the pack with his head down and eating the food on his plate, a thick soup made of potatoes and beef, and a small plate of pie made of wild vegetables next to it.

Bill, who was sitting next to him, squinted slightly, and his gaze swept around from time to time, not knowing what he was doing.

Ron quickly finished eating the food on his plate, then looked at the pie that was still half a plate left in front of Bill next to him, and said casually.

"If you still don't eat, I'll help you solve it if you don't eat. ”

"Whatever" Bill's mind doesn't seem to be on food.

"That's good. ”

Ron smiled as he brought the plate to himself.

Now is the time for him to grow his body like crazy, and he has recently added some training content to himself, so he often suffers from hunger.

Of course, the effect of these training contents he added is also very significant.

Originally, his figure belonged to the emaciated body type unique to this age level, but now in less than two months, his body has faintly bulged with subtle muscle lines.

However, because of the clothes, these changes are not noticeable, and I only feel a little fatter.

Ron was eating the pie, but his eyes skimmed to the skill attribute bar under his eyes.

'Skills: Basic Swordsmanship (63% Proficiency), Basic Fighting Skills (24% Proficiency), Basic Archery (32%), Gothic Linguistics (15%)'

63% of the basic swordsmanship, coupled with his growing physical fitness, has gradually separated him from the ranks of newcomers.

Even the current Bill is no match for him.

According to Ron's observations, his current state is about the same as that of most knights, and in some ways even higher than the average knight.

However, in the last few days, he had found that the progress of basic swordsmanship had become slower and slower for some reason.

Whether it is to increase the training content or to compete with others in actual combat, it will not have much effect.

It's like you've hit a bottleneck.

If it was someone else, he might not be able to feel it, but because of the attribute bar, he could clearly see this change.

Basic swordsmanship is a measure of progress not only based on proficiency, but also on one's own reflexes, coordination, and real combat experience.

And the most important thing is that basic swordsmanship can be regarded as an assessment of his own strength, which cannot be replaced even by an increase in physical fitness.

'Is it because the training has been going in the wrong direction lately?' Ron bit the pie and frowned slightly.

I can't think of anything just by guessing on my own. Maybe I should ask somebody for advice. He decided in his heart.

After having a plan, he ate Bill's half of the pie in three or two clicks, and just as Ron was about to get up to leave, Bill suddenly grabbed him and pointed to the door of the cafeteria and said excitedly.

"Look, it's coming!"

"What's coming?"

Seeing Bill's look, Ron looked over there.

Outside the cafeteria, three strangers dressed in distinctive brown leather armor walked neatly into the cafeteria.

These three people are all extremely burly types, and their strong muscles hold the standard leather armor a little tight, even if they are just walking simply, they all faintly give people a faint sense of oppression.

Among them, the two who walked in the front had crossed swords hanging from their waists, and the last one actually carried a mace as thick as an arm on his back.

The arrival of the three of them immediately attracted the attention of the other servants in the cafeteria

At the long table next to Ron, a middle-aged man who seemed to know the three men raised his hand to greet them.

As the three of them passed by Ron's table, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

It was a disgusting smell that was so strong that it couldn't be dissolved, and it irritated Ron's brain.

His pupils contracted slightly, and he faintly saw that at the end, the man with the mace was still on the edge of his boots, and there was still a faint red blood.

"It's so strong!" Bill looked at the three of them as he walked by. "I seem to be suffocating my breath just now, do you feel like that??"

"It's fine. Ron frowned, glancing at the few people next door who were eating food in a big way. "By the way, who are the three of them? Why haven't we seen them before?"

"Oh my God, buddy, you don't know??"

Hearing Ron's question, Bill turned his head in shock.