"Hunting is understood literally, it is a systematic ...... of catching prey in the wild and developing skills based on it"

"Lindsay, that's not what I want!"

"Life is the acquisition of knowledge and the integration of essentia on the tower of cognition built on it, which brings about all sorts of wonderful abilities......"

"Lindsay, that's not what I want!"

"Death, like life, is based on knowledge, but the essence of its ability comes from the understanding of death. According to one of my elders, in the fifth stage, you even have to take the initiative to accept death, reach the level of [Return to Death], and complete the power of creation in the sixth stage with the realm of [What is not dead]! ”

"Can this take something out of the back of your ass?"

“……”

"War is relatively simple, this path is centered on cultivating martial arts, and it is a pure combat route......

"Lindsay!"

Lindsay stubbornly said that Red couldn't bear it anymore.

She pounced directly and pushed Lindsey to the ground strongly, and the whole person straddled the other party.

Then she leaned down slightly, grabbed Lindsay's collar with both hands, and asked in a strong and domineering tone:

"Which of these four is your skill?"

"I want to use the same one as you, the one that can pull things out of the back of your ass!"

“……”

The guy wiped his hands, but didn't wipe his mouth.

Lindsay blinked, he could even smell the grease on the corners of his mouth.

The flawless face was close at hand, and the silky black strands of hair fell down Lindsay's face, feeling itchy.

"Ahh

Lindsay sighed:

"This ability is unique to me."

"I don't mind sharing the fun of the game with you, but it's not realistic to try to replicate my skills."

Lindsay's answer was not false.

If you want to train new gamers in this world, I'm afraid you will only be able to make a few peek-a-boo masters like An Rui said.

There are no handhelds, consoles, or computers.

The skill presented by Lindsay's mental memory is almost impossible to reproduce.

Red's expression was still dissatisfied:

"Why can't I study?"

Lindsey went on to answer:

"It needs some special tools to assist."

"I don't have it now, and I'm afraid it won't be able to get it in the future, so I can only say I'm sorry."

“……”

The obsession in her red pupils didn't subside, but she got up from Lindsay and sat cross-legged in front of the campfire.

"Angry?" Lindsay got up and asked cautiously.

The girl shook her head: "I'm not angry......" She felt that her lingua franca was not enough to express her mood at the moment, so she temporarily changed to beast language, "I'm not reconciled." The things you want are close at hand, but you can't get them in your hands. ”

Red points his finger to his chest:

"It's tight and uncomfortable here."

Lindsey also sat cross-legged next to the girl.

He may have taken on the identity of a teacher at this moment, and his tone was a little melancholy, but he still said as gently as possible:

"When people live in this world, they are destined not to be able to do everything as they wish."

Red turned her head and stared at Lindsay:

"I want everything to be as I want it to be!"

Syllable!

Lindsay picked up the wood prepared on the side, broke it hard, and handed it to the stunned girl:

"If you want to restore it, is there a way to do it now?"

“……”

Red quickly understood what Lindsay meant.

With her hands on her chest, she stared at the burning bonfire in front of her and the wood crackling in the light.

After a long time, the girl spoke again:

"Lindsay, let's start with the war."

"Since we are going to defeat that dangerous dragon beast, we should be prepared for battle first."

Lindsay is sure.

Before losing his memory, Red must have been a guy with a lot of personality.

Otherwise, the purest remnants of character cannot be like this.

And it's impossible to challenge the dragon beast recklessly, and finally become what it is today.

"Then we'll start with the war."

Just before the campfire, Lindsey simply sharpened some rough weapons out of wood, and his mastery of carpentry was quite acceptable.

"These are all weapons I've practiced, you can pick one first."

Red picked up the wooden knife first, waved it twice, and put it down directly; Then she picked up the dagger, and she didn't like the short dagger in the hand; Then she picked up the wooden gun, this time she didn't let go, and the rest of the weapons were gone.

The girl's tone was very affirmative:

"Lindsay, I'm going to learn this!"

Lindsey and Red got up together.

The two found a dry open space next to the makeshift camp, and the first teaching took place at night and surrounded by campfires.

"I can teach you a war art, called Superior Strike."

"The essence of it is to create all kinds of trends in the battle that are beneficial to you. Then it is integrated into essentia to fix this advantage. ”

"If you want to get started, you have to start with the basics."

Lindsey shows Red the basics of using the spear.

As a result, the little foundation he got from the militia training was completely surpassed by Red half an hour later.

The girl stabbed her spear in the firelight, her hands staggered back and forth on the wooden pole, and her movements gradually became skillful.

Lindsay noticed a point.

Red's body always maintains a good sense of balance, especially when holding a weapon to attack, and there is even a tendency to instinctively use this technique to strengthen the momentum of the attack.

Lindsay had a hunch.

A girl's love for spears is not just instinct.

The weapon she used before she lost her memory was probably a spear, and the habits and instincts that remained in her body were the root cause of the scene in front of her.

Half an hour later, Red sat on the ground panting, but his expression was quite happy:

"Lindsay, how am I doing?"

Lindsey clapped his hands and praised:

"Very good."

"Maybe you practiced before you lost your memory, but this speed is very exaggerated!"

The girl smiled confidently, as if this result was a matter of course:

"So that's all I'm going to do next?"

"What about essentia? How do I get it and integrate it into my craft? ”

Ordinary people can only honestly wait for seven years to awaken in the essentia tide of [Harvest Day].

Such a standard answer does not apply to the girl in front of you.

The other party is an awakened person himself, but he has lost his essentia and skills at the moment.

Lindsay didn't know a lot about essentia lost, but from the most basic principle, he also felt that Red should have a chance to recover.

"You hold my hand first and feel the essentia."

"Good!"

The girl put down her spear and shook Lindsay's hands expectantly.

Essentia is converted in both bodies.

A faint essentia that belongs to Lindsay flows out, and a sharp breath that belongs to red blooms.

Under Lindsay's surprised gaze.

The girl's self-confidence is still carried through in the flaming eyes:

"Lindsay, I have a familiar feeling!"

"I should be able to manipulate essentia, it's definitely not a problem!"

(End of chapter)