There was no time to look back. He twisted his waist and stabbed his elbow behind him with a big spin.

"The movements are much faster than before."

Unexpectedly, it hit the air, and Kasha's faint voice of approval came from above.

Humph, it's not over yet. I don't feel any sense of accomplishment from being praised by you. I leaned up and my fists suddenly turned into several black shadows, bringing a cold fist wind to cover the entire sky.

"Ah da da..."

Punch, punch, punch, punch. At this time, there was only one thought in my mind. Once I caught Kasha's slippery figure, I punched him without hesitation. The first hit missed, and there was a second blow.

The third strike, the fourth strike...

Along with countless explosions, the open space was shrouded in a bloody storm. Every time the storm passed a shadow, it brought up a gust of wind. Smaller trees were even uprooted by this strong wind, which was really scary.

But if you are more careful, you will also find that there is a small black shadow in the storm. It is like an enemy in the stormy sea, and it is guaranteed to be beaten all over the head by the opponent.

"That's not easy, just watch it."

The old drunkard stood up with rare pride. The moment the golden spear in his hand stabbed out, three gun shadows suddenly formed and attacked me. I did not dodge, but let the three gun shadows hit me.

The body was stabbed on the chest, right arm and left leg respectively. Except for a stabbing pain in the chest, the other two places were as light as scratching an itch.

This is the feint in the dark. It is not a fake move, but to create one or several attacks that are exactly the same as the real attack. When the skill is high, it will be like the old drunkard just now, and even the momentum generated by the feint.

It was no different from the actual move, and I didn't wake up until I was hit. But by then it was too late.

Therefore, if I can learn to feint, even if it can only be divided into two, one false and one real, I can more than double the attack range of my moves, which will be an extremely terrifying coverage.

"That's it. If you have time, come to me. Of course, I have to be free." Putting the weapon back, Kasha took another sip of wine.

"You guy, why are you so kind-hearted all of a sudden, and you actually take the initiative to teach me?" I looked at the old drunkard who was uncharacteristically vigilant, and I felt a chill. I felt like a huge conspiracy was coming over me.

"You think I'm thinking, it's not because Akara saw you indulged in those twins these days and was afraid that you would neglect to practice, so he asked me to train you. See if you have regressed. It's okay, you stinky

You're a good boy," Kasha said, shaking his head.

"It turned out to be a prostitute. I wonder why you are so kind-hearted all of a sudden." I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, I have a favor for you to help me with." The conversation changed and the old drunkard approached me with a playful smile.

"No, no, I want to go back and be with my baby girl." I quickly shook my head like a rattle. Sure enough, there was still a conspiracy. I almost fell into her trap.

"Don't say that. It's not a big deal. It's just that at the paper mill, there will be a new round of guard shifts in two days. However, the Harrogath adventurer who was supposed to take over will not be able to arrive until the next day because of something in the team.

So there was a blank day, and I was supposed to make up for it. But I also had something to do that day, so I asked you to take care of it."

Oh, this is indeed an easy job. I heard that the paper mill has not been attacked by any monsters since it was built. Going there to guard it is purely a public trip.

"Okay, just let me know when the time comes." For the sake of her usual teaching, I would like to do you a small favor. I patted my butt and stood up, ready to leave.

"Remember to change that vulgar name." Before leaving, the old drunkard reminded him again uneasily.

I know, I know, let’s just change it. It’s really not appropriate to call it red dates and radish. Well, how about changing it to watermelon lemon punch? But I still prefer pineapple. On the way home, I kept thinking about this issue...

…

Two days later, at the request of the old drunkard, I set foot on the road to the paper mill. I was accompanied by Kane, who was there to inspect the progress and record the ledgers. In addition, there were four adventurers accompanying him to protect him.

, Damn it, why are we both elders, Farah and I don’t have any guards? But luckily, we can ride in Kane’s carriage. Along the way, if we have nothing to do, we ask Kane to tell me about papermaking.

The current situation of the factory.

Now the paper mill has recruited nearly a thousand people. This alone has greatly improved the living standards of the camp residents. After the official operation, it can now make a profit of 100,000 gold coins every month. This amount will be increased in the future.

However, it is a pity that although the price has been reduced to a very low level, the merchants risked many dangers to cross the misty forest to do business. Naturally, they were not willing to make only a little profit, so after changing hands, they still paid a higher price.

As a result, the current price of books has not been significantly reduced. However, when the optimization of the remote transmission array is completed, the distance and risk will be reduced to zero, and then the popularity of books will begin.

Some people may say, isn’t it just a book? Many people don’t even have enough to eat. Even if the price of books drops, how many civilians will buy them? This is because you haven’t realized the importance of books in the hearts of people in the Dark Continent.

I once said that the Dark Continent is a world seriously lacking in entertainment. To put it simply, it is extremely lacking in spiritual civilization. As a book that can satisfy one's spiritual needs to the greatest extent and broaden one's knowledge and horizons, it is naturally popular among people.

It is so loved that many civilians would rather go hungry to save money to buy one. If the illiterates are not literate, they will ask the literate to read it. A small book is a capital for common people to show off to each other.

As we chatted, around afternoon, we finally entered the area of ​​the paper mill, but this was a logging area. Groups of shirtless men, and even strong women, were wielding axes to chop down large trees.

The sounds of being chopped down, the shouts of hard work, and the earth-shattering sound of trees falling down were intertwined together to form a lively scene.

Not far away, the outline of the paper mill appeared in my sight. Damn, look at the wall made of solid logs and the soldiers patrolling frequently. It looks like a miniature Roger.

The campground.

As soon as we walked through the door, a bronze statue several meters high stood in front of us - posing as a thinker, holding a piece of white paper in his hand. It looked like he was sitting on the toilet and had just finished preparing the tuba.

The way you wipe your butt and leave is no different.

"..."

I silently glanced at the statue from top to bottom, then grabbed Kane's shoulders and shook him with tears in my eyes.

"Grandpa Kane, didn't I say it? It doesn't matter whether you look like me or not. The most important thing is that you look handsome and have a domineering posture. Why do you look so much like me?"

Kane: "..."

After I separated from Kane, I found the guard who was still on duty in the factory - the level 62 barbarian Bazak from Harrogas. This guy was tall and big, and his little arms were thicker than my thighs.

The big guy had a very forthright personality. As soon as we met, he patted my shoulder affectionately, patting me again and again, almost nailing me to the ground.

"Young man, why do you look so familiar? I always feel like I've seen you before somewhere. This is indeed the first time we've met." This was Bazak's first sentence after seeing me.

It's true that it's the first time you meet, but don't you see the statue at the gate every day?

Bazak has been here for a month. According to the rules, after I take over, he will return to Harrogas tomorrow. At this point, he is quite regretful that the vacation is over.

But barbarians are born with the character of being unable to sit on their butts. No, he just finished sighing and became happy again. He could go back to Harrogath to brag and fight with his friends. The monsters here are too weak.

It doesn't mean anything.
Chapter completed!