6kv Chapter 18 Getting Back on Track
Chapter 18 Getting Back on Track
A week has passed since the opening ceremony.
That scene would occasionally reappear in Fafnir's memory, and a dull ache would rise in his chest.
"Patient Fafner Beckett, your one-day observation period is over. You can be discharged today. I have already notified the bishop of the grammar school."
"Thank you, thank you for your treatment."
About half an hour later, Fafnir saw Mr. Victor, who had come to take him back to school.
"My poor little Fafnir, I'm so sorry this happened at the opening ceremony. I should have known better than to let you come."
"No, I'm fine. I'm sorry, Mr. Victor. Perhaps I used my spiritual vision to probe my bloodline."
"Ha, of course you have no problem using clairvoyance. After all, people use clairvoyance to observe you. That old guy is just using it as an excuse," Victor said.
"Little Fafnir, that priest of the god of war has been imprisoned. He will be punished, but perhaps he can use money to avoid jail time."
I'm sorry, but he evaded some responsibility because of the article about bloodlines; otherwise, we could have characterized this incident as a provocation against the Church of the God of Death.
"It's alright, thank you. And thank you so much to the doctors here, I feel like I'm recovering very quickly," Fafnir said gratefully.
"Haha, of course, the doctors here include priests from the church who are skilled in healing magic."
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This week has passed, and everything on campus is back to normal. Some people still bring up the "funny incident" at the opening ceremony. After all, the ratmen becoming volunteers and being beaten up by the priests of the God of War at the opening ceremony of the Church of the God of Death are still quite memorable.
Fafnir returned to his dorm and knocked on Martha and Allen's door.
"Oh, Fafnir, it's so good to see you back at school! How are you feeling?" Martha said.
"Thank you. I'm fully recovered now. Thank you and Allen for visiting me in the hospital the other day and for bringing me meals every day. I'm very grateful for your help in moving the teaching building these past few days." Fafnir felt very warm and also a little ashamed.
"It's alright, Fafnir," Allen said, having gradually adjusted to the pace of grammar school and no longer feeling tense. "Helping each other is the right thing to do, and I'm so glad you've recovered!"
Fafnir took out two copper coins worth 25 each, wanting to thank Allen and Martha for their care and help, but they resolutely refused to accept them.
"No, Fafnir, we can't accept it; the money is very valuable."
"We're a bit older than you, so this is what we should do," Martha added.
"Okay... I'll help you with the work for the next few days. Thanks again."
After saying goodbye to Martha and Allen, Fafnir returned to his room.
It's impossible to say that he wasn't indifferent to this matter at all.
However, Fafnir knew that resentment and indignation were of no use in the moment.
That old knight was a priest of the god of war, equivalent to a cleric, and possessed the noble title of knight.
They were probably members of the Knights, perhaps they participated in the war against the Narns Empire, or perhaps they harbored a deep-seated hatred for the ratmen due to historical inertia—such people were not uncommon in the elven holy kingdom.
Fafnir understood that the ideas of the Church of the God of Death were probably in the minority.
Continuing to improve oneself is the most important thing.
Next, begin practicing meditation and clairvoyance! These two fundamental techniques are quite important.
……
"call……"
Fafner sighed deeply. Another whole afternoon of training had passed, and he was now terribly hungry.
I don't know if it's because of practicing magic.
Name: Fafner Beckett
Bloodline: Ratman (Basic Night Vision)
Total: 1. Bookkeeping (full) (100/100)
2. Common Elvish (Max) (100/100)
3. Basic Meditation Method (Church of the God of Death) (36/100)
4. Visionary (Church of the God of Death) (36/100)
Owner: Viktor Zaitsev
Basic Meditation Method (Church of the God of Death) (36/100)
Visionary (Church of the God of Death) (36/100)
change:
Basic Meditation (Church of the God of Death) +5
Vision (Church of the God of Death) +5”
The values on the "ledger" panel cheered Fafnir up a little.
During his stay in the hospital these past few days, except for the first day when he was in so much pain that he couldn't move, he spent almost all his time outside of meals practicing meditation and clairvoyance. After the doctor performed healing spells on him, he felt much better.
Now that he has become more and more proficient in meditation and clairvoyance, he can construct clairvoyance runes in one go without having to try multiple times.
Fafnir felt he could now completely recognize the half-human, half-elf doctor he had seen every day for the past few days from among a crowd, thanks to his spiritual vision bloodline.
After all, during my spiritual vision practice these past few days, I've been able to see the doctor's bloodline, which is a mixture of gold and white. Everyone's bloodline will show different differences when viewed through spiritual vision.
Let's go to the cafeteria and get something to eat now, then we can practice again when we get back.
After making his decision, Fafnir strode towards the cafeteria.
It was lunchtime, and the cafeteria was crowded, so Fafnir had to wait in line for a while.
"Hello, I'm a volunteer and staff member at the grammar school. I'd like a bowl of soup, a piece of white bread, and a serving of fish. Oh, and please make the bread a little less."
"Six points in total. Please show your identification."
"Here you go." Fafnir handed over his employee ID card, which he had just received that day. Mr. Victor had given it to him when he picked him up to go back to school that morning.
Fafnir asked for this much food, using one point for white bread instead of the free mixed bread, because he couldn't finish any more; after all, he wasn't even eight years old yet.
Last time, because there was an extra fruit pie, and the mixed wheat bread was a normal amount, he ate until he was extremely full.
He now has experience.
Fafnir found a corner seat and sat down.
The fish was fried to a delicious perfection, and there weren't many bones.
Fafnir quickly finished the food.
On his way back to his dorm, Fafnir thought about how good the food at "Old Mud Pit" was, and wondered what it was like during mealtimes.
He circled around and arrived at the entrance of the "Old Mud Pit" hotel, overwhelmed by the strong smell of alcohol and tobacco.
It was really noisy—shouting, laughing, cursing, the hoarse sound of an accordion, and the footsteps of people moving around…
Driven by curiosity, Fafnir peeked inside through the half-open door.
The tavern was filled with smoke, obscuring his view of what lay deeper inside.
He hesitated at the door for a few seconds, then stepped back out.
The noise from the tavern followed him for a few steps before being silenced, and the air on the street suddenly felt much fresher.
Does Mr. Victor come here often? Why did he buy me food here?
I wonder if the priests in the church drink alcohol often, since there is no such commandment.
On his way back to the faculty dormitory, Fafnir walked slowly, treating it as a post-dinner stroll to aid digestion.