It's about to start.
What fate awaits him outside, a whole new world? Or sudden death? God, you wouldn't play with me like this, right?
But presuming Lord Martha's intention is a considerable taboo.
"Miss Roman, I'll count to three, and then we'll charge out together."
"Okay."
"Three..."
"Hmm."
"Ouch."
"Sorry, too nervous, I should count properly..."
"It's okay, Brand..." Roman couldn't help covering her small face; bumping into the young man's solid back made her blush furiously, her heart pounding.
She never used to be this shy.
But Sophie had no time to appreciate the girl's feelings; causing such a blunder made him somewhat embarrassed. He remembered he was supposed to be calm and collected, besides, it's just a few small skeletons.
He gritted his teeth, opened the door, and before the dust settled, a shining long sword had already stabbed in.
Indeed, an ambush.
Sophie's heart had never been so serene; it felt like his thirty-one years of warrior experience in the game merged with his current life's moment. The flared black rose emblem on Bulomando's iron plate was so conspicuous in his eyes—Madara's treasure sword traced a dazzling straight line.
Stiff, Sophie knew the opponent's weakness—
He also understood his strength couldn't compete directly, immediately pressing Roman aside in a reversal—barely escaping by a hair's breadth, the cold sharp sword only cutting through his coat.
Then Sophie swung a hammer forward, separating the dust to reveal a skeleton's chest cavity, a crisp crack sound followed as three ribs bent back.
The bone skeleton couldn't withstand the force and staggered backward, while the young man seized the moment to rush out of the fiery inferno.
He quickly surveyed the battlefield, four skeleton soldiers—he couldn't help but take a sharp breath; if there were only one or two bone skeletons, he might have the mind to curse a bit, but now his heart was filled with coldness.
Apparently, God knew his disposition very well.
He had only one thought left: they truly regarded him highly, probably treating him as a scout.
Well, Sophie considered his performance was no less than any ordinary human scout. After all, in such a small place, a scout was merely a common hunter.
However, it seems being too outstanding isn't a good thing either...
He felt Roman tightly grasping his hand from behind, the girl's subconscious gesture revealed her inner tension. He wanted to say something to comfort her, but didn't know how to start.
Raising his head, the dark forest below the hill slope was in clear view, but how to cross this distance? He didn't have wings.
The mountain wind blew, making his soaked forehead feel icy cold.
The four skeleton soldiers were already surrounding him.
What to do, close his eyes and await death? Sophie could only instinctively shield the Miss Merchant behind him, couldn't help wishing he was still that over level 130 warrior, dealing with these skeletons would be a piece of cake...
But there's no 'if' in this world.
Reality is truly hateful—
Wait, level? The young man suddenly realized he seemed to have forgotten something, a shiver swept through his heart, that's right, Wind Queen's Ring! He had previously used the Wind Queen's Ring to kill a Corpse Witch and two skeletons, plus the one bone skeleton killed by Brand before he died, six points of experience!
In the game, a swordsman needed only five points to level up from level one to level two, let alone a militia?
His only hope was that this world didn't differ too much from the game—six points of experience, all-knowing and all-powerful Lord Martha—if there was a new level, he would certainly have a chance to escape.
Sophie knew he didn't have much time; the four bone skeletons were already closing in, he might only have a breath's time, four seconds, life or death.
At the fastest speed imaginable, he projected a piece of greenish data onto his retina—
XP: 6 (Civilian Level 1: —, Militia Level 1, 0/3)
Thank heavens!
He knew what to do, although investing experience into a profession like militia was evidently a waste, he couldn't afford to think too much at this moment.
Even a waste was better than becoming a cold, lifeless corpse, wasn't it.
"Militia, 6 points of experience, hurry, level me up!" he fervently chanted in his heart, the four bone skeletons had already raised their sharp swords, he felt the Miss Merchant clutching tightly at him.