I train my body alone in the magical world.

Chapter 22 [Loot]

"...Just who is that kid? Why would someone as important as you pay special attention to him?"

Frass rummaged in his pocket, pulled out his last cigarette, put it in his mouth, and smiled, "Grand Magister Gwen, could you grant me one last request in this life?!"

"Snapped!"

A small flame appeared out of nowhere in front of Frass.

Frass drew near the flames and took a deep breath, smoke billowing from his nostrils.

At that moment, he felt a surge of pleasure; it was probably the most satisfying puff of smoke he had ever taken in his life.

Perhaps it's because... this cigarette was lit by Archmage Gwen's magic?

"Is this fate? Twenty years ago, you failed to take my life, and twenty years later, I will still die by your hand!"

"You are... a survivor of Graymist City?"

A look of surprise flashed across Gwen's face, but she still shook her head: "I have no sympathy for you. Before you kill, you should have considered that you might be killed!"

"I don't need your sympathy. Dying at your hands would only add an artistic touch to my life! From the moment I started this line of work, death has already prepared a feast for me!" Frass, leaning on the tree roots behind him, struggled to his feet. "I only hope... you'll spare them! I directed them to do everything, and they are..."

"The children who were forced to participate in that experiment and who miraculously survived..."

Ok?

Upon hearing the word "experiment," Granny Gwen frowned slightly and hesitated for a moment... Then she nodded: "Any last words?"

"I hope I can die a glorious death, just like you did back then, single-handedly killing the combined forces of the three great empires, your guards, and everyone in Graymist City..."

"It killed my mother too!"

Gwen remained silent, walking slightly behind Frass and gently tapping Frass's head with her finger...

Everything... seemed to have returned to calm.

There were no flashbacks, no feelings of fear or anger; it was as if a computer had suddenly been powered off.

All activity, thought, and emotion in Frass's mind went into chaos and then came to a standstill... death!

"Plop..."

Frass lay in the mud, the cigarette in his hand extinguished by the muddy soil, the first rays of the sunrise shining on his pale face... There was no grand and magnificent departure as he had wished, only a sudden and abrupt death.

Even... no one will know, and no one will commemorate it.

"It's time to leave." Granny Gwen looked towards Horntown, where she had lived for over a decade... her expression hidden beneath the hood was unreadable...

He turned and disappeared into the jungle.

......

"Hmm!"

Fu Xiao struggled to open her eyes, her body feeling as if she had been hit by a truck again, with intense pain coming from all directions.

"Uh... that familiar ceiling! As expected, based on my experience, humans can't live a third life!"

Fu Xiao gave a self-deprecating smile. He tried to sit up but only felt something pressing down on him...

"Um?"

Looking down, he saw Rias fast asleep, her body pressed against his hand.

"Rias..."

"Oh... Fuxiao!" Rias rubbed her eyes, noticing the movement... and quickly stood up, asking anxiously, "Are you feeling any other discomfort?"

"Mmm! It feels great! Except... I'm a little hungry!" Fu Xiao nodded with a light laugh.

"I...I just happened to be on duty to guard you! Don't think I've been here guarding you all this time!!" Rias crossed her arms and turned her head away before yawning when she saw Fu Xiao's appearance.

"Bang!"

Bruce skillfully pushed open the door. Holding a croissant and milk, Bruce almost dropped the plate when he saw the awakened Fu Xiao. Tears welled up in his eyes.

"Fu Xiao! You're awake!! That's wonderful!!!"

"No, no! Bruce! My bed can't hold you up!" Fu Xiao quickly shook her head to stop Bruce from pouncing on her.

Bruce's enthusiasm can sometimes be as canine as a dog's, making it difficult for Fu Xiao to handle.

"Cough cough!" Bruce walked somewhat awkwardly to the bedside and placed the plate on the small table. "How are you? Still feeling unwell? Good heavens, you lost so much blood when you came back that day! It scared Rias and me."

"This is the fourth day already! Rias has been watching over you for four days straight! She won't even let me watch over you; she insists on watching over you until you wake up herself. Hmm... she's so possessive!"

"Oh ho ho ho~~"

Bruce felt a sharp pain in his foot and screamed in pain!

Rias glared at Bruce with displeasure, still pushing off with her feet.

"Hahaha... So, how's Trish? How are the people who were rescued? Have they all come back?" Fu Xiao grabbed a croissant that Bruce had given her and took a bite before quickly changing the subject.

A rich aroma filled the air, and at that moment, Fu Xiao couldn't help but exclaim, "It's so good to be alive!"

"Tracy is alright, we rescued some people, but... there are still quite a few..." Rias didn't continue, and Fu Xiao understood.

Baron Andrew will likely continue exploring the goblin's lair, and the list of missing and dead will soon be finalized.

For a small town like Bullhorn, this attack will be a major event that will be remembered in history!

"That guy...he got away!" Fu Xiaoxin said, somewhat unwilling.

However, what bothered him was why he had been hit in the face by his own "Golden Left Hand".

Can Frass still stand up?

What does he mean by "spoils of war"?

Fu Xiao's mind was a bit confused, but when he thought of the "Golden Left Hand," he couldn't help but look at Bruce with some shame.

Bruce simply stared back at Fu Xiao with puzzled eyes...

Sorry, Bruce!

"Yes, Bruce! You'll definitely grow up to be an independent man!"

"Ha...hahaha, why are you suddenly saying all this? I'm getting a little embarrassed by your compliments!"

Bruce scratched the back of his head shyly, completely unaware of what kind of independence Fu Xiao was referring to.

"Hmm? You're awake?"

Grace, wearing a hood and carrying a suitcase, walked into the room, appearing somewhat mysterious.

"This outfit... are you about to leave?" Fu Xiao roughly guessed Grace's intentions.

Grace took off her hood and laughed heartily, "Don't miss me too much, we'll meet again if fate allows. I'm here to bring you your spoils!"

Open the box in your hand…

"Although the Frass people escaped, they left behind three magical artifacts."

Especially the scythe that Fu Xiao was very familiar with... Compared to the one he had seen before, the scythe had obviously been slightly modified. The gray rope around the handle of the pure silver curved scythe looked somewhat new.

"While you were unconscious for two days, I specially went to the nearby town to have a craftsman repair them. The scythe and chain—you've experienced their power, so you can have them! Rias's sword was also broken, so I can just replace it with a magical tool for you! You train in agility-type swordsmanship, so a magical tool with lightning attribute would suit you perfectly, and also..."

Bruce couldn't help but feel excited upon hearing this. Following the principle of everyone getting a share, perhaps he too...

"I sold the last one! I also sold the skeleton left behind by that cyborg. It was quite valuable, wasn't it? This time, it wasn't like I accepted the commission for nothing!"

???

Upon hearing Grace's words, Bruce's eyes widened...

Sold...sold? What about me?

"Mages don't need those magical tools! When we get to the capital, I'll introduce you to some good stuff!" Grace smiled at Bruce.

Bruce, that guy…

She couldn't help but recall the perilous scene from a few days ago. The moment the Wind Spear flew toward Rias, Bruce unleashed his maximum magical power with "Slowness," slowing the Wind Spear's attack. Rias collapsed from exhaustion and fainted. Rias decisively broke her longsword and unleashed a circular attack, slashing at the Anti-Magic Stone. Although she failed to destroy the Anti-Magic Stone, she managed to buy herself... a sliver of an opening!

It would be a waste not to use such magical talent for magical research.

Grace then looked at Fu Xiao, who was drinking milk: "Although I don't know how you won against Frass under the [Hunting Ground Contract], as the winner, you should have received his [spoils of war]!"

"If I'm not mistaken, it's Magno's incantation magic!"

"Chanting magic!?"

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