Chapter 54: Numbers go Brrr!

Chapter 54: Numbers go Brrr!

Luke watched the sheeps figure fade away into the distance with an expression of mild relief.

Why would you think that getting its milk directly, he shuddered, is a good idea? Luke asked, turning to Rex and crossing his arms under his chest.

Well, do you have a better idea?

Is he for real? He cant be. Luke thought, resisting the urge to facepalm. She literally told us that the sheep are milked by a machine. How did he forget?

I cant imagine having a worse idea, there isnt anything I can think of that would be worse. He lied, knowing objectively that there were worse ideas, but unwilling to even entertain them.

Well if your so

Thats enough. Nel massaged her eyebrows. Thats incredibly stupid Rex. Living in the capital has rotted your brain, and look. She nodded her head toward a sheep in the distance.

Luke squinted his eyes, straining to see what she was pointing at.

Oh. Thats clever.

Its just a sheep. Rex said, his eyes incapable of seeing the thin tubes jutting our from the ground, and latching onto the sheep from a distance.

My vision really has gotten better. Luke realized. Guess those points in agility werent a complete waste.

There are tubes sticking out of the ground attached to its belly. Thats probably what Sophia meant when she said there's already a machine to milk them. Luke explained. Already looking around the room to find where the extracted milk was being sent.

Oh. Rex mumbled, his face rapidly turning red as he remembered that specific piece of information. I uh Normally I He hedged. Almost sighing in relief when Nel interrupted him.

Over there. She pointed to the wall full of shelves.

I cant believe I thought he was kinda smart when I met him. The kid just likes being edgy. Go figure.

Early Warrior, Mid Warrior, Late Warrior. Not bad. Luke nodded appreciatively, his eyes darting between the three nozzles sticking out of the wall. A small metal plaque above each one, telling him exactly which was which.

Not bad at all.

Who wants to go first? Nel asked. Glancing between him and Rex.

New guy, you're up. Rex grinned at him.

Why me? Dont you think it should be Nel that goes first. Shes the strongest out of all of us.

Im sure its safe. She assured him. I just I don't like it.

What?

Milk. Its gross. It

Its milk. Luke said.

Thats why you should drink it. Nel argued lamely.

That Fine. He shook his head, not interested in arguing with the siblings about it. Its not like I wasnt going to drink it. Whats the big deal anyway? Milk is milk, sure sheep milk is kind of out there, but is cow milk objectively better?

Grabbing a glass from a nearby shelf, he put it under the nozzle labeled Early Warrior.

If this stuff is anything like the Stat Points from killing the flying serpent, then its probably best not to over do it. I doubt itll be anywhere close, but starting with the least potent one is just common sense. Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

White liquid gushed from the tap as soon as he slid the glass underneath it, the flow cutting itself off as the glass filled halfway.

Is that it?

Staring at glass apprehensively, Luke brought it to his lips, and gave it a quick sniff. Nodding approvingly when no foul odor climbed up his nose.

What are you thinking? Rex asked her.

Theres enough healing potions for hot and cold baths here and those are a must. And theyll be a lot more effective with mana from the milk in your system. Ill have to dig some holes, but it shouldn't be a problem. Ill make an exercise routine for you as well. It wont be as well tuned as what Grandfather had you doing in the Capital, but Ill do my best. The closer you two are to the Warrior-tier, the better your odds will be in the Olympics, so we definitely cant slack off. Oh, and She rambled on, and Luke zoned off. Only half paying attention to what she was saying.

Stuffing my stomach with as much mana milk as possible would be nice, but theres no reason I cant follow her training and drink as much of it as I can at the same time. Besides, theres only ten sheep here, and theres three of us. There probably isnt a limitless supply of the stuff anyway.

Luke put his glass under the tap again. Once again it filled his glass. Chugging it down eagerly, he put it back underneath the dispenser.

What are you doing? Rex asked.

Seeing how much milk we can expect every day. If were going to be here for a while, then at the very least we can figure out how much we have.

Thats a good idea! Nel beamed at him, grabbing her own glass and putting it back under the tap. Drinking the contents reluctantly, she repeated the process one more time, before the Late Warrior tap refused to spit out anymore of the liquid.

Thats not bad. At all. Luke mused, once they had everything tallied up. The Early Warrior tap gave nine cups of milk, each one good for nine to twelve Stat Points. The Mid Warrior gave six, each one good for around twenty-three Ptat Points, and while Luke didnt get to test the Late Warrior milk, he expected it to give him around fifty Stat Points.

How are we going to split them? He asked right away, his eyes meeting Nels.

I dont think shes going to screw me over here, but if she decides to take a bigger share or gives Rex a bigger share, then there isnt much I can do besides whine about it.

The early and mid stage milk isn't useful to me. She said after a while. You two can split that evenly, and Ill take the high stage.

He cupped his chin as he did the math in his head. That works, its not the absolute best way to split the milk, but it's not the worst either. If we did a fully even split, Id only get an extra twenty or so points a day. Its a good chunk of change, but Im still getting more than a hundred points as is. Considering the fact that neither of them has the Seed to store excess mana, theyll probably be getting a small fraction of that.

Okay. Luke agreed, and stared expectantly at Rex. Half expecting him to make a fuss and demand a bigger share.

Im fine with it too. He said after a while.

Huh. Sweet.

Luke opened his status.

Status | Skills | Quests | Inventory

Name: Lukas King

Tier: Mortal

Mana: 45 150 / 45 150

Rate: 15% per hour

Strength: 116

Agility: 240

Constitution: 301

Arcana: 300

Stat Points: 101

Bloodline: Locked. Conditions not met. (1/10 000)

Charges: 7/10

The Seed is busted, and coming on this trip was definitely the right move. He thought to himself, as he read his stats. Doing his level best to suppress a grin as he thought about where to put his newly gained Stat Points. Near giddy at the thought of all the points he would be raking in over the next few weeks, he had to take a few breaths just to calm himself down.

Ill get another twenty thousand points worth of mana if I put them all in Constitution and Arcana like I have been, but my strength stat is starting to fall behind.

Whatever. He dismissed his Status and yawned, his eyes gravitating towards the beds. Ill figure that out tomorrow after I get some sleep. Two whole days on a griffin's back without rest is exhausting, even with three hundred points in constitution.