Book 1: Chapter 39: Storing Rules and Safe Roads

Book 1: Chapter 39: Storing Rules and Safe Roads

"It's getting dark..." Lone said as he looked at the horizon that contained a slowly setting sun.

Sophie had started getting a headache pretty quickly from using too much of her MP and thus couldn't teleport them anymore.

According to her though they had already moved more than a few miles away from the city. This was rather impressive since moving more than just herself made her Teleportation far more MP-intensive.

Lone knew what it felt like to have no mana points left, so he had readily agreed when she had asked if they could walk for a while.

"Let's find a decent clearing away from the road. Ill cut down some trees and make us a basic hut," Lone decided. I kinda wanna remake my fort if I get the time. Not much else to do in the six months well have to spend here.

Sophie nodded. "We can train our swordsmanship in the meantime.

A few hours had passed and progress had been made for both Lone and Sophie. Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

On the front of Sophie, she had gained a level in her Dual Wielding Mastery apparently though she had opted to stop training and allow Soph to take control.

Physical pain and exhaustion were easy enough for her to deal with but the headache of lacking MP really put her off-centre, apparently. Soph was the better of the two when it came to managing that.

As for Lone, quite a few of his skills had levelled up.

Congratulations! The hosts passive skill [Masonry] has levelled up! It is now Intermediate Level 8.

It was only a single level but didnt bother Lone. He had earned by creating a solid foundation for their new cabin. A foundation made entirely out of limestone.

A simple material really, and one that he understood rather well thanks to his time spent researching the history of architecture and how different countries all over the world used different techniques to create their settlements throughout the ages.

Still, he had needed to rely on his Creation Magic to get enough of the stuff for their cabin.

Congratulations! The hosts passive skill [Logging] has levelled up! It is now Intermediate Level 2.

Congratulations! The hosts passive skill [Logging] has levelled up! It is now Intermediate Level 3.

Two levels for felling ten times as many trees. It had taken him a while to do but Lone was glad to be improving the skill.

Congratulations! The hosts passive skill [Woodworking] has levelled up! It is now Intermediate Level 6.

Congratulations! The hosts passive skill [Woodworking] has levelled up! It is now Intermediate Level 7.

Lone had tried to add some design to their simple new home which had resulted in him getting two levels here as well.

Something he felt quite proud of. In fact, he would have gone on to engrave all of the logs hed put together into a lovely little lodge but he was tired and had a slight headache.

His MP would return with time, reducing his headache, but it wasnt wise to overwork himself while sleepy, even with his Basic Regeneration to keep him going.

With that in mind, he turned in for the night with the equally exhausted Soph.

What a stupid idea, Sophie scoffed as she futzed about with her dress.

Clearly, she would rather be wearing her armour over the silk clothing Lone had prepared for her. Sadly, their master-servant act seemed to work on Ross guards, even if it wasnt very effective with the adventurers or the shopkeeper.

Shed have to keep acting like the noblewoman she used to be almost a thousand years ago.

Lone shook his head. Ye of little faith. It belongs to me, it isnt alive, why cant I store it?

He was planning on shoving his entire cabin into his Dimensional Storage, hence the mocking tone from his girlfriends harsher personality.

Huh. I noticed it with the three guys that warned us about the lord, but those escorts also have a tag? No plate on them. Some around the neck, some sown into their gear Is that an identification method of the guild? Lone wondered as he gave the group a friendly wave.

The riders got the carriage to stop a distance away before they cautiously approached Lone and Sophie.

Hello, travellers, the leading rider, a woman in full-plate with a large sword affixed to her saddle said. Is there a reason youre hailed us?

Ah. I didnt mean to Lone wore an awkward look on his face. I was just being friendly. My apologies. My master and I arent from Milindo. Despite being her guide through these foreign lands, it seems Ive failed in properly learning the local customs.

Local customs? the woman asked with a suspicious tone. As in, hailing others on a road that is done everywhere on the continent?

Lone smiled. Living on the family estate for our entire lives can be somewhat crippling when it comes to regular practices. Its actually why were out here. My master intends to have us both become adventurers like yourselves. Would it be too much to ask for some information?

The woman shrugging, not seeming to trust him but not feeling threatened either. Thats up to our employer.

Luckily, the man who had hired the adventurers was very willing to have a conversation partner.

In exchange for information on the dos and donts of both Milindo and its holy city, Ranton, all he requested were tales from a foreign noble.

He didnt seem to mind that Sophie was mute and more than enjoyed the lies Lone spun for him. Well, half-lies.

Lone had just decided to detail affairs and events that had happened to notable nobles in Earths history and retell them to fit the narrative of Sophie and the Vladimirovich estate. An easy task for a man of his education.

It had even earned him a skill level up.

Congratulations! The host's passive skill [Persuasion] has levelled up! It is now Beginner Level 7.

The trader was so impressed by these stories that he had even offered Lone and Sophie a free ride to Ranton, his and his passengers destination.

Lone declined politely, of course. After all, he couldn't work on his portable home nor on his Illusionary Dome if he spent the time travelling with the merchant.

Also, he was a bit concerned that cracks would appear in his slave act and the lies he was spewing. Lone was more than satisfied with the information hed already gotten.

Besides, the carriage was incredibly uncomfortable. Walking was more pleasant for a man like Lone who had Basic Regeneration so didnt have to worry about getting blisters.

Sophie seemed to agree more on the premise of not wanting to be on guard around so many potential threats for an extended duration of time.

And thus, the two were now in Lones cabin in the middle of the woods not too far off from the road.

Im surprised how safe these roads are, really, Lone noted.

Soph, who had taken control now, tilted her head. Why?

He shrugged. I dunno, I expected bandits and wolf attacks galore. Thats always how it goes in the stories back home, at least. I guess there are benefits to having a really strict form of government.

Soph slowly nodded. That merchant did say military patrols are frequent and they make sure all of the roads are free of monster threats. Banditry isnt even a thing here since its treated super seriously and punished by death. Kinda scary.

True but Im sure its necessary. Being able to walk freely in a medieval kingdom without worry about being jumped must be massively appealing to inter-city traders, Lone said as he yawned. Only concern is stray monster packs that go too far from their dungeons or nests.

Tired? Soph asked with a warm smile on her face.

Lone shook his head. Not really, but I think Ill go to bed. You gonna join me?

Not yet. Im gonna try to see if I can figure out another use for my Body Manipulation skill while you sleep, Soph declared.

Great idea. Well, come wake me up if anything happens before you join me for some kip. Dont stay up too late, Lone requested.

Will do I love you, Soph said.

Lone grinned. Love you too.

He gave her a kiss then collapsed on the bed. The cabin was still only one room large, after all. Hed expand it in the morning.