Chapter 67: Heat Flow
Deep night.
Inside the inn, in a certain room lit with warm lamplight.
Jeff sat at the desk, his body held board-straight, but his right hand gripping the pen appeared sowhat awkward.
On the desk surface lay a sheet of letter paper with crooked handwriting.
Not skilled,
But he wrote every stroke exceptionally carefully.
Because this was a letter to his family.
"Dear Daisy, last month's caravan inco has been sent back. I don't know if you've received it.
It's completely normal for Jemmy to have soone he likes. He's reached that age. When you have ti, have him bring the young lady ho so you can check her out for him.
Lillina ntioned last ti that she wanted to bring back so local specialties. I asked many people in River Valley Town but couldn't find anything suitable.
Finally, at a shop called 'Green Grass Crucible,' I bought an aromatic candle supposedly made from local plants. That kind shopkeeper even gifted two small bottles of perfu. Looks like I'll need to visit more often in the future.
I've already read the letter you sent last ti.
I miss you too, Daisy. But this caravan inco is very important. At least for now, I still can't stop. I hope you can understand.
Your most loving husband,
Jeff."
Boom—
Thunder suddenly burst outside the window, making this plain man shouldering family responsibilities involuntarily shudder.
His gaze couldn't help looking outside, only seeing pitch blackness where he couldn't see his hand in front of his face.
"At this age, still getting scared by thunder."
Jeff shook his head with a self-deprecating smile.
Neatly putting away the letter paper, carefully tucking it into an envelope.
He stood and walked toward the bed.
Tomorrow he still had to wake early to go to the market to purchase supplies. There was a lot to do.
He needed to sleep early.
......
......
I wasn't clear about how my current physical fitness compared to the several adventurers traveling with .
Because what the golden finger panel could display in detail was only my own six-dinsional attributes.
But presumably, my Constitution currently at a high 8 points far exceeded ordinary people.
As for specific manifestations, naturally it wasn't just outstanding endurance, eating more, or not getting drunk easily.
Since I'd been transported out of that cave suspected to be a "secret realm," I'd gradually felt the changes occurring in my body in daily life.
For example:
Originally needing 8 or 9 hours of sleep each day to barely recover the stamina consud the previous day.
Now I only needed to rest 6 hours, falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. When I woke the next day, I'd be full of energy, my entire body incredibly relaxed and comfortable.
This point, in the wilderness where people often needed to rotate shifts and keep watch for each other, was undoubtedly a true "adventurer's holy body."
Perfectly solving the problem of insufficient sleep.
But coming to towns, it beca a burden urgently needing to be changed.
I couldn't sleep too early.
If I followed this world's ordinary people's schedule of working at sunrise and resting at sunset, then when I went to sleep early and woke from slumber, it would still be pitch-black dawn outside.
Wanting to do anything wouldn't be very convenient.
Therefore, during that rest period in River Valley Town before, I'd developed the habit of finding a place before sleep to practice combat skills for a few hours.
Right now, on this first night in Karanfor, the adventurers in the caravan were exceptionally excited, making noise at the drinking table until late at night before wrapping up.
So I also temporarily gave myself a break, sitting at the table, absorbing the useful and credible parts from the adventurers' varied topics, firmly rembering them in my mind.
Not until late at night did I fall asleep amid the snoring rising and falling from the adjacent rooms.
"Mm..."
The room was silent, only the white noise of raindrops hitting the window remaining in the air.
I lay on the bed, stretching lazily as usual.
Sitting up with drowsy eyes.
Suddenly froze.
"Still not dawn?"
My gaze looked outside the window.
Pitch black.
Instinctively calculating the ti based on my body's state.
Right now seed to be the darkest ti before dawn, the early morning hours.
My heart felt strange.
And my gradually awakening consciousness also made perceive the "culprit" that had caused to wake prematurely from regular sleep.
A heat flow churning and penetrating through the air.
"Hm?"
My gaze followed it, stopping beside the bedside cabinet.
There, the beheading longsword and the wooden sword 【Qingsong】 were crossed together.
I had a vague guess in my heart.
Taking a few steps forward, I gently gripped the wooden sword's hilt.
"As I thought!"
I only felt a warm current carrying a warning aning transmit from the sword hilt in my palm.
Suddenly drawing it out!
In the air around the sword body, due to the strong temperature difference, countless tiny water droplets condensed.
From the outside, it appeared as if wisps of white mist accompanied my sword drawing, escaping from the scabbard.
Instantly alert!
My brain, just awakened from sleep, operated rapidly.
The blue "rare" quality wooden sword, at ordinary tis, was just a single-handed sword that was slightly more sturdy.
But when it faced undead creatures and serpent-scorpion type enemies, it possessed a high 15%-20% "blazing sun" damage bonus.
My expression couldn't help but turn serious.
I'd obviously already realized sothing.
My mind recalled the incident the sheriff had ntioned before sleeping.
Instantly reacting.
While using the fastest speed to put on the chain mail shirt placed beside the bed.
I also used my free palm to forcefully strike the wall beside , making as much noise as possible.
Warning the adventurers in the surrounding rooms:
"Sothing's happening, everyone get up!"
Facing danger that might descend, or had already arrived.
I didn't choose to go investigate alone.
My first reaction was to call for people.
【Qingsong】 had never shown changes like this since I'd obtained it.
I couldn't determine what exactly the specific situation was.
But to be safe, having more people was always good.
Calling all the adventurers and guards in the inn, even if it ended up just being a false alarm, at most I'd just get complained at a couple tis.
After all, in the wilderness, watchn often alard the entire camp over so passing wild animals.
Adventurers were long accustod to it.
But if so dangerous situation truly occurred, this action of mine could also ensure my life safety to the maximum extent.
The awakened adventurers could also provide assistance.
The fastest to react was Alton in the adjacent room.
Also hadn't drunk much.
When I was fully equipped and had taken up the wooden sword, this small-statured halfling was already fully ard, his delicate lute on his back, rushing into the room.
"What's the situation?"
Alton's gaze rapidly swept through the room.
"No ti to explain, follow !"
The situation was urgent. The wooden sword in my hand was getting increasingly hot. I had no ti to explain to him. The next second I'd already stepped quickly toward the door.
Although the halfling's expression was confused, he instinctively trusted this new friend of his.
The two of us, almost one in front and one behind, instantly rushed out of the room.
Already squeezed dry, not a drop left, everyone.
As I write this passage now, I can even feel the back of my head throbbing.
Really can't write anymore...
Family, see you tomorrow!
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