PFC Chapter 78 : Advancement to 【Sword Master】! Blue Trait!
Chapter 78 : Advancement to 【Sword Master】! Blue Trait!
Chapter 78: Advancement to 【Sword Master】! Blue Trait!
Leo looked at the panel excitedly.
1. Strength Attribute reached 1.5 (Satisfied)
2. Agility Attribute reached 1.2 (Satisfied)
3. Train one green-quality or higher swordsmanship to max level (Satisfied)
After so long, all three conditions were finally met.
【Sword Master】!
Advance!
Leo’s panel instantly began to change.
The original 【Swordsman】 (Green) entry disappeared, replaced by 【Sword Master】 (Blue).
It seemed he had directly advanced to a higher-tier class.
At the same time, a new blue trait appeared in the traits section—【Swordsmanship Comprehension】 (Blue).
This was Leo’s first blue-quality trait!
【Swordsmanship Comprehension: A swordsman specialized in swordsmanship possesses extraordinary comprehension of sword techniques, capable of learning swordsmanship through observation and sparring to reach entry level. The time required for comprehension is related to the quality of the swordsmanship and one’s own Spirit Attribute】
Leo carefully read the description of this new trait.
“Through observation and sparring, one can comprehend swordsmanship and bring it to entry level.”
Just a single short line, yet the meaning behind it made even the short sword in Leo’s hand seem to tremble with excitement.
According to this description, wouldn’t that mean he could comprehend others’ sword techniques simply by observing and sparring, and then bring them to entry level?
Based on how his panel functioned, as long as he could reach entry level in a sword technique,
he could later grind it to max level through continuous practice!
The first sword technique Leo thought of was the Mountain-Cleaving Cross Sword taught by Clarsen.
Most Knight’s Squires learned this sword technique.
It focused on variations of moves, completely different from his own Tide Cross Sword.
One emphasized sword techniques, while the other emphasized force application.
In fact, the techniques Leo currently used were still the most basic Basic Sword Techniques.
Altogether, they were nothing more than horizontal slashes, vertical slashes, upward slashes, and straight thrusts—basic movements without any variation in forms.
His previous battles had relied entirely on strength and sword momentum to suppress opponents.
But if he encountered a knight with greater strength, someone evenly matched with him, then his lack of variation in sword techniques would become a weakness.
However, if he could learn the move variations of the Mountain-Cleaving Cross Sword,
and combine them with his own Tide Cross Sword—
Leo grew increasingly excited, his mind racing rapidly.
And at that moment, he thought of something even more thrilling.
Previously, in the Golden Knight Order, he had seen through fragments of a horse’s memory scenes of Golden Knights practicing swordsmanship.
“If it can serve as the official standard of the Golden Knight Order, then it’s definitely not an ordinary sword technique. If I could learn the Golden Knight Order’s swordsmanship…”
The more Leo thought about it, the more excited he became, eager to test it immediately.
Coincidentally, his plan for today was to finish his dungeon duties and then go find his business partner Arthur to discuss business.
“Finish the work quickly!”
Leo placed large chunks of meat into the small cart in front of him and hurriedly pushed it toward the Potion Laboratory.
Arriving at the entrance, he stopped the cart, then unloaded the meat and placed it onto the material rack by the door.
Several boxes on it already contained different medicinal herbs and liquid reagents.
Lady Manta liked to prepare raw materials in categories on this rack, and she disliked being disturbed.
So Leo placed the meat into the corresponding boxes, then slid the short sword he used for cutting through the gap beneath the door.
This was the signal agreed upon between Lady Manta and Leo, indicating that the slaughtering task was complete.
Afterward, Leo quickly left. As he went, he deliberately checked the condition of the Beastkin in the other cages.
Although he was eager to test his new trait, his work still had to be done meticulously.
By now, he had completely mastered the rhythm of work in this dungeon.
From feeding the Beastkin and cleaning waste, to slaughtering and cutting them apart, everything was handled by him alone.
The workload was not small, but by refining the workflow and scheduling tasks by time slots, he had listed every task according to precise time points.
In his previous life, when he worked as a delivery courier, he had been best at taking multiple orders at once and planning routes based on distance and time.
With that past experience, he had organized the dungeon work in perfect order, handling it with ease.
At this moment, the half-meter-thick stone door of the Potion Laboratory slowly opened.
“This Leo. What do you think of him?” Laforin slowly picked up the short sword from the ground.
After the year-end assessment, Leo had already entered Laforin’s field of vision—or rather, become a key subject of observation.
Today, he had come to the Potion Laboratory mainly for two matters.
One of them was to observe Leo’s performance in the dungeon.
His wife, Lady Manta, had praised this child quite a bit recently.
So he had come specifically to take a look.
“Why don’t you see for yourself?” Lady Manta smiled faintly and gestured toward the outside.
Laforin took a few steps out and looked at the freshly cut Headhunter meat pieces on the material rack.
His eyes immediately lit up—almost every piece had a clean, smooth cut, without the slightest hesitation.
He casually picked up a piece, examining it from all angles. “Good lad. Learning some swordsmanship and actually putting it to use here.”
Lady Manta brought out a steel balance scale. “Come, old man. You might not know this, but in our profession as Alchemists, the meat yield from a Headhunter is usually less than sixty percent.
When Ross did it before, I calculated it—about fifty-five percent. If her attendant did it, it dropped to around forty-eight to forty-nine percent. And this one Leo just slaughtered was actually on the leaner side…”
Manta placed the meat onto the scale, adjusting the weights.
Finally, she pointed at the balance. “I calculated it. The yield of refined meat from this Headhunter Leo slaughtered reached sixty-three percent.”
Having been an Alchemist for decades, Lady Manta could roughly estimate the weight of all raw Beastkin materials at a glance.
She understood all the intricacies involved, but considering Ross’s situation, she had never spoken about it.
Laforin maintained his usual stern expression. “You mean Ross…”
Manta rolled her eyes at him. “I’ve checked. Ross’s output is normal, but that clever attendant of hers probably skimmed a little off the top. As for Leo, from my long observation, he’s a very honest child. He even cleans out every bit of meat from the joints and bone gaps. The skeletons he leaves behind barely attract insects.”
Laforin frowned slightly. That wasn’t just a “little” skim.
Those few percentage points could amount to dozens or even hundreds of silver coins.
“There are no fools in this world. So later on, unless absolutely necessary, I wouldn’t let Ross’s attendant handle this work. As for Leo, I like this child very much.”
Laforin nodded in agreement. “I didn’t misjudge him. He’s indeed good material for a knight.”
“Always talking about knights, you old man. Hurry and help me move these materials inside,” Manta said impatiently. “Oh right, you said there was another matter?”
Laforin slapped his forehead. “I really am getting old. I almost forgot something this important.
She’s coming back.”
“Who?” Manta’s eyes flashed, excitement rising.
She seemed to have guessed something.
Laforin took a deep breath. “A Golden Knight—Mia Sova.”