Chapter 23
At first, it wasn't hard for me to stand guard at night, because I had enough to think about, especially about new energy and how fast it and mana were restored. Without a clock, I could only count the seconds based on my own sense of rhythm, as well as the feeling of the passage of time. As a result, after sending a couple of fireballs into the sky, I found that I was now restoring about 1 unit of mana every 30 seconds, and my morale reserve was fully restored in 2 hours. And I seriously suspect that in fact I got confused in my calculations and both of my reserves were restored in 2 hours, then it turns out that the more reserves I have, the higher my mana and morale regeneration.
There's just one problem, even if I pump up wisdom to 40 plus artifacts that give me an extra 10 wisdom now, I'll double my mana regeneration, but it will still take me two and a half minutes to restore mana for one lightning spell. And remembering the cost of fighting spirit, it's even worse, waiting for 2 whole hours for a single shot! I'm afraid if I don't find another use for fighting spirit, it will be pointless for me to invest in combat skills.
After these experiments, I was already starting to feel sleepy and knowing that I needed to hold out for another 4 hours, it was just awful. I'm ashamed to admit, but I didn't really pay attention to my surroundings, and mostly looked for ways to entertain myself. So, in the end, I, led by something unknown in a random direction of the forest, made 2 more aimed shots during my shift, which just helped me get my bearings in time, and while my fighting spirit was being restored, I tried to hit a hole in a tree with a made aimed shot from a bow and a couple of times I even succeeded!
So, when I woke Indiana, I was already really tired and as soon as I lay down in my place, I immediately fell asleep.
The next morning.
- ..here, Lona, wake up. - Indiana's voice pulled me out of my dreamless sleep.
- Five more minutes. - I asked without opening my eyes, turning over onto my other side.
- ... Lona, if you don't get up now, I'll pour cold water on you. - He made a threat that I simply could not ignore.
- That's it, I got up. Waaaaah. - I muttered, before yawning sweetly, stretching my whole body.
- Here, have some breakfast and let's get down to business. - He thrust a plate with pieces of fried meat into my hands, the smell of which almost instantly blew the rest of the sleep out of my head.
- When did you manage to fry the meat? - I asked excitedly, before enthusiastically biting into the meat with my teeth.
- While you were sleeping. - the archaeologist answered calmly, watering our horse. - I didn't think you were such a sleepyhead.
- I just don't like getting up early, and besides, I didn't sleep for half the night.
- Fair enough. - the man nodded. - However, we need to be a little quicker, don't forget that we may be chased by lovers of easy money and, frankly speaking, the forest will be safer for us at the moment, after all, animals are afraid of fire, and therefore will not recklessly attack, unlike people.
- Good. - I sighed sadly. Although I was lucky considering that I got reincarnated with the system, I still hate how corrupted this world is. Why the hell do I have to worry every day about not falling into the clutches of slavers or, even worse, orcoids and flesh demons.
"Come to think of it, fishmen are probably the most lenient slavers." I blurted out involuntarily, remembering the situations Lona got into in the game after her failures. After all, only fishmen in the game cared about their slaves always being healthy and well-fed, not skimping on potions.
"What did you say?" Indiana looked at me strangely.
"Nothing!" I quickly answered, realizing that I had spoken my thoughts out loud. And I began to eat my breakfast at double speed.
The man could only shake his head and continue cleaning the camp.
When we packed up camp and went into the forest, the first thing we decided to do was follow the trail of the first arrow I shot, because seeing that it had pierced more than one tree, I wondered how far it had flown.
And imagine my surprise when we found a dead boar with an arrow in its head.
- Lona… - the archaeologist looked at me with a complex look.
- Am I lucky? He-he. - I answered awkwardly, scratching the back of my head.
- Did you shoot more last night?
- Yes, why?
- Collect the remains and go back, we need to see where the rest of the arrows hit.
- Why? - I was a little confused. - You don't think I could be so lucky again, do you?
Asking this, I involuntarily looked into my mini system, where the experience bar was indicated, which turned out to be half full.
- ... Or could. - After a second of silence, I said uncertainly.
- Did you notice something? - Indiana immediately asked.
- I'm not sure yet, I need to check.
After making two more approaches to the exit of the forest and back along the tracks, our guess was confirmed. At each of the places where the arrow hit, there was an animal, namely a rabbit and a duck.
Either after reincarnation I became so lucky that in the Nasurs rank system I would have EX luck, or an aimed shot due to the fighting spirit really always hits the target.
- How often can you shoot like that? - Indiana looked at me.
- Once every two hours.
- In that case, please. - he pointed to the forest.
- ... good.
I picked up the bow and pulled the bowstring before shooting a reinforced arrow in a seemingly random direction.
- WHAT THE HELL?! - someone's furious scream reached us.
- I TOLD YOU SHE'S A WITCH! RUN BEFORE SHE TURNED US INTO TOADS.
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Indiana and I stood silently and listened as the frightened bandits, shouting at each other, hurried to run away from us.
- You're a scary girl, Lona. - my partner finally said.
- HEY!