Daley shook his still muddled head and sat up. He put on his training clothes, carried a washbasin and towel, pushed open the door, and walked towards the well in the courtyard.
Although it was only June, the fog was still very heavy. In five minutes, the big clock in the village square would ring six times. Daley was very confident about this. As a current Level Two Martial Artist and a former prospective Martial Artist, it would be a joke if he couldn't even control his own living time.
Aslan's martial artists were divided into three ranks: Martial Artist, Martial Warrior, and Martial Soul. Each level was divided into three levels. It was very simple to level up within the same level. One could defeat two people of the same level, but to level up, there were special requirements. If you didn't meet the requirements to jump ranks, you wouldn't be able to defeat ten experts of the same rank.
Simply put, martial artists could only use their physical strength to attack and defend. Martial artists could already use part of their soul power, while martial soul level experts could fully utilize their soul power to fight. The power and changes were unimaginable to ordinary people. Equipment that could withstand the power of the soul had to be infused with a type of ore called mithril. Only then would the equipment not be destroyed by the burning soul. Of course, Mithril was very expensive. Moreover, the higher the grade of the equipment, the more Mithril it would use. It was said that the equipment used by the famous adventurer, Tang, was completely made of Mithril. Because his soul power was too strong, using equipment with impurities would immediately break when he used it to his full strength. Therefore, in order to obtain suitable equipment, the experts had to do a large number of missions for the kingdom. They even went deep into the mountains to mine Mithril.
Of course, that was something that martial artists who had reached the highest level had to consider. Now, Daley had to consider how to advance to a three-Ji martial artist. In order to promote martial arts, the country set a relatively high tax on the lowest level of martial artists, which was the level that all healthy people wanted to reach. In the future, as the level of martial artists increased, the tax would continue to decrease. If they could not pay the taxes for more than a year without a good reason, they would be confiscated or removed from the Adventurer's Association. Then, they would be caught and sent to work in a place designated by the country until they had enough money to pay. Therefore, in order to live better and better lives, those who had the ability in the kingdom would work hard to improve their martial arts.
However, for some unknown reason, or perhaps it was God's curse, everyone in the kingdom would get a strange disease at a certain age. Once they were infected, their soul and body would suffer a great impact. Although most people would not die, their muscles and soul would be greatly consumed. The stronger the person, the more exhausted they would be. In short, everyone would return to the state of a Level-1 Warrior and cultivate from scratch. And what was depressing was that the age at which the disease acted up was completely random. Poor Daley had contracted this disease called the " Soul Plague " when he was twenty-one years old. The former prospective samurai had to start all over again.
In order to let everyone learn martial arts, no matter how remote the village was, there were martial arts dojos that taught martial arts. Every city had a martial arts assessment center, and the assessment of martial arts practitioners was free. Of course, the travel expenses had to be paid by themselves. Now, Daley's goal was to promote himself to a three-Ji martial artist, reduce the taxes he had to pay, and then save enough money to move on to his next goal. After all, he was already twenty-one years old. If he did not work hard, he might have to stay in this village for the rest of his life.
Daley poured the water from the bucket into the basin. He first grabbed a handful of water, rinsed his mouth, and threw the towel down. Then, he covered his face with the cold towel. Now, he was completely awake.
After pouring the water out of the basin, Daley began to take deep breaths and perform the most basic warm-up exercises. No matter what level of martial arts practitioner, health was very important. If it wasn't because of battle, but because he accidentally injured himself during practice, that would be very stupid.
When he felt his body heating up and his muscles relaxing, Daley began his basic training. Every day, he spent two hours lifting rocks, swinging swords, and doing flexibility training. When he was drenched in sweat, Daley began to adjust his breathing and sit down to meditate.
Meditation could allow one's body to relax from a tense state and increase the total amount of one's soul power. Although he could not use his soul power now, it was necessary to plan ahead. Otherwise, if he succeeded in breaking through in the future and successfully obtained a good weapon, he would be irresponsible if he could not use his soul power because he did not have enough reserves.
Half an hour later, Daley stood up. The sweat on his body had dried up. He took off his training clothes and took a bath in the cold well water. He also washed his training clothes and hung them on a rope in the courtyard. Now that the sun had risen, he planned to go to the Adventurer's Association to see if there were any jobs he could take on. If not, they would go to their own fields to take care of the crops. After all, they had to pay a lot of taxes every year. He did not want to go to jail because of his laziness.
The Adventurer's Association in Kappa Village was still as noisy as ever. All kinds of voices intertwined, forming a subtle buzzing sound. Daley walked to the public sign and carefully looked at the announcements that had not been taken away.
After a serious comparison, he took a card and walked to the service desk.
"Hey, Daley, what good job did you find today?”
The waitress, Emily, greeted him warmly. She was one of Daley's childhood playmates. After reaching Level Two Martial Artist, she realized that she couldn't improve anymore. She didn't want to farm, so she had to come here to serve. However, in this aspect, her talent was indeed outstanding and she was loved by everyone.
"It's a guidance mission."
Daley handed the card to Emily. Number 52.
"Oh, the guide for capturing the Blue Ferret includes the requirements of a guide. It was a troublesome mission, but the reward was not small. You are a Class Two Warrior, so you can go to that area. Alright, this is your letter of recommendation. Your employer is two Level Two fighters and a Level Three fighter. They are staying at Helen Hotel. This is the name of their captain.”
Emily quickly completed the procedures and handed the letter of recommendation to Daley.
"Thanks."
"Oh right, Daley, there are women in that team. Don't cause trouble.”
"I never wanted to cause trouble."
Daley helplessly recalled that a certain warrior lady wanted to take him away a few months ago, and he felt depressed.
"That face of yours is a big problem in itself. Only people like me, who have played with you for a long time, can ignore you.”
said Emily sharply.
"However, the woman this time seems to have a lot of self-control. As long as you don't be too attentive, there should be no problem.”
"I hope so."
Daley walked towards Helen Inn in the village.
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