[ 📜 QUEST ]
1. Find the harvest thieves and punish them.. {Reward: 100 XP} {Progress: 23%}
2. Spread news about the bad water and suggest effective ans.
{Reward: 100 XP} {Progress: 11%}
Ragnar checked the available quests and their XP rewards.
"I can easily complete the second quest tomorrow and gain enough exp to level up, but after that I need other ans to increase my level as fast as I can," he muttered.
|| Host can gain XPs and increase his level by slaying foes. When host learns and masters new techniques, no matter what category, XP is also earned || Onyx reminded.
Ragnar was already aware of such a feature. Heck, he’s a gar, and the general thod of gaining XP was by slaying monsters.
As for the second thod of farming XP, he wished he could get Old Man Jas to teach him so sword techniques from his past job.
"Well, I’ll settle all of that tomorrow," Ragnar said as he shut the quest window. "I’m famished, I need to eat sothing."
He opened his inventory, brought out a can of fish, and ate it—it tasted like those he ate on Earth, at the ideal temperature, making it enjoyable.
Half an hour after eating, he fell asleep.
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|| Rise and shine! It’s morning!! ||
|| Rise and shine! It’s morning!! ||
Ragnar was awoken by Onyx’s annoying voice.
"I didn’t ask you to wake this morning," Ragnar barked at Onyx. "I went to bed very late last night, and now you’re forcing to rise this early. How cruel! I thought your job was to assist , not tornt ."
Ragnar grumbled as he rose from his bed. He grabbed his pot of water, took it outside, and washed himself up to prepare for the day. His eyes were still red and tired from insufficient sleep, all thanks to Onyx.
After he finished his bath, he strolled outside his hut.
The sll of the gentle morning greeted his nose, and the soft light of the sun bathed his face.
Ragnar forced a smile and waved at a middle-aged woman. She smiled and waved back.
Then she began chasing after her naked five-year-old son, who tried to escape his morning bath. The scene lifted Ragnar’s mood a little.
Ragnar heaved a sigh and began strolling around the settlent—his first task for the morning was to inform the people about a eting that would be held in the evening.
He strolled from hut to hut, greeted them, and inford them of the eting.
Fortunately, none rejected his invitation, so even showed eagerness to attend.
As he made his rounds, he finally arrived at the hut of Old Man Jas.
Both greeted each other, and Ragnar inford him about the eting, which Jas was proud to comply with.
Nevertheless, Ragnar had other reasons for coming here today.
"Old Man Jas, I have a request," he said politely.
"Ask on, kiddo," Old Man Jas said, interested.
"I want to learn how to fight with a sword."
"That is great, did Noah recomnd you to ?"
Ragnar shook his head.
"Well, Noah started learning swordplay when he thought you were dead. He was determined to protect everyone after you were gone," Old Man Jas spoke with a smile.
"He really did that?"
"Yes, he did, though he asked to keep it a secret—haha, this old man is very bad at keeping secrets," Old Man Jas laughed. "Well, it won’t be a secret anymore since both of you will learn the ways of the sword under from now on."
Ragnar’s eyes lit up. "Thank you, Old Man Jas."
Old Man Jas waved his hand and laughed. "No need to thank , turning you two into strong swordsn is the only way an old man like can help."
Old Man Jas discussed their training schedule. Since Ragnar had farm work in the morning, training would begin in the afternoon and last until evening.
According to Old Man Jas, Noah had never missed a single day and would always ask for extra hours even after each session.
’Noah doesn’t seem like the type to care about others and be so ambitious, I guess I was a bad judge of character,’ Ragnar thought as he strolled to the last three huts and inford them of the eting.
After about ten minutes, he completed his first task for the day and went to look for the twins.
Luckily, he found them both. They’d co looking for him at ho, and when they didn’t find him, they asked the neighbors, who pointed them this way.
rlina wore a worried expression, still troubled by last night’s events.
Noah, on the other hand, remained calm.
"We heard you were calling for a eting tonight," rlina said. "Do you plan to inform them about the monster we saw last night?"
Ragnar shook his head and told her why he’d actually called.
"A way to purify the drinking water?" the twins were surprised.
"Yes, I’ve thought of three thods, and I want to inform everyone about them. If they start using pure water, their well-being will improve," Ragnar responded.
Although the twins were curious about his thods, they decided to wait until evening.
Noah excused himself and went to et Old Man Jas to ask about the monster they saw last night.
Ragnar and rlina strolled around the settlent together.
When they walked past Ragnar’s house, they saw a young boy lying on the ground, crying and clutching his stomach.
His mother worryingly tried to calm him down.
Ragnar recognized the kid—the sa one who ran around naked cheerfully this morning. Now his cheerfulness had been replaced by pain.
Ragnar felt compassion and decided to help.
It was ti to spread the gospel of the painkiller!
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