40 Surprised Parents
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“I guess you’re right…” I said.
I looked around at what he was selling. There was a lot of expensive things I could afford but that would be a waste of money. Although what I wanted to have was a good weapon more than anything.
My fists and body were a good weapon, but something like a spear would always do good. Armor is too heavy, and I don’t have the body to wear it… Perhaps magic accessories that enhance spirit power? Hm… No.
I guess I won’t buy anything. There’s nothing that interested me around the market. I had considered buying mana potions of lower grades and drinking them to gain stats, but the Grimoire’s information told me they wouldn’t give me anything, and well, some of them were roughly made and could even cripple my mana.
“I’ll see you in another day then, take care, Eustace. You turned out to be a more honest merchant than I thought.” I said.
“Well, what did you think I was?” asked Eustace while raising an eyebrow.
“A very honest merchant!” I said. I wasn’t going to just tell him I thought he was an overly angered old man, especially because he looked to be around his late twenties.
Saying my goodbyes to Eustace, I decided to make my way back home. On the way, I found Eric and Chris who were practicing with their spirits.
It is rather obvious that Chris had a clear advantage, he had a Fire-type Spirit while Eric had a Plant-type spirit. There is the expected type of mashup in this world’s spirits. Certain spirits would be stronger against others, and vice versa.
However, aside from type the deciding factor was always the Spirit Master and their cultivation of their Spirit Orb. Those with high ranked Spirit Orbs had stronger spirits, and based in this strength, they could sometimes even overpower those with type advantage.
There are also the concepts of Talents that a Spirit Master developed, which would also make a difference in battle, and lastly, the ability to gain Blessings, which are in my Grimoire’ terms, Leveling Up.
It appears that everyone in this world can level up, but they don’t know it is leveling up. They think it is a mystical blessing given to them by the holy spirit after undergoing trials and defeating strong monsters or doing a lot of tasks related to their Talents, such as crafting if you’re a crafter or making potions if you’re an alchemist.
I am guessing these kids are still level zero like me, they had probably not even hunted once yet, and are just showing off in the plaza for the people to just praise them. They belong to families that are mildly higher in authority over the village, mostly due to family members having stronger spirits compared to the common families.
Mixing myself into this fight would be meaningless, but it is still interesting to see them fight and slowly develop their abilities. I wonder how far they will come… Although I had said I didn’t wanted them as friends anymore for what they had done to Erika, I still think I could forgive them as long as they’re sorry to me and her. I could even take them as my disciples.
Unlike Erika, they have living bodies that can harbor Qi, with their talent for magic through their spirits and combined with the power of Qi and Martial Arts, they could certainly become formidable. But I am not willing to share my Martial Arts with just anybody, unless they become very loyal along the way.
I made my way back to my house after all of this. It was already getting late. I was greeted by my mother and my father, they seemed worried. My grandmother was sitting on the couch nearby.
“Blake you’ve been missing the entire day, where have you been? You were at Erika’s house?” asked my mother.
“Yeah, I was having fun there… Sorry to not tell you I would take so long.” I sighed.
“Kids gotta have their fun from time to time,” said my grandmother.
“Ah, it’s fine, if it is there I guess its fine…” said my mother.
“But you were missing all this time… Huh? Where are the materials you got from the merchant?” asked my father.
“I made them into a potion with the help of Erika’s father, he’s an alchemist after all, so I asked for his help.” I said, showing to my parents a sack with gold coins.
They looked at the shiny gold coins, which were four hundred.
They almost dropped dead out of surprise.
“W-What?!” asked my mother.
“S-Son, you asked help from Erika’s father… so that was your plan all along!” said my father.
“Yeah… I did.” I said.
I technically asked for his help, so I was not lying there.
“But this money… Shouldn’t you give it to him if he did it?” asked my father.
“No, I did it, he guided me in the making of the potion. The Merchant’s name is Eustace, he said he’ll come next year to commission me again. We can make money slowly like this, maybe in a few years we’ll be able to become citizens.” I said.
“That’s… my son… so you’ve grown already… To think that at the age of five you would already be able to supply the family with money…” sighed my father.
“Mother is very proud of you!” said my mother, as she hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead.
“Blake, aren’t you Talentless? Perhaps not having a talent makes you able to learn any talent?” wondered my grandmother.
“Perhaps that might be the case, grandma…” I said.
I just went with the flow for now, I was glad my parents didn’t asked too many questions and were already aware of my many talents as a future “hero” or whatever. I will use this excuse for the next antics I might do in the future.
For now, we decided to have dinner, I was starving. After that, I ended going hurriedly to the bathroom, drinking so many potions ended giving me indigestion, having such a weak human body was really quite unsightly sometimes…
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