To sense his position, at least an advanced swordsman would need to be able to detect him, and they could only sense something strange. However, advanced swordsmen weren't as common as cabbages.
Having consumed half of his magic, Roa stopped, as he had things to do that night and couldn't completely drain all his magic.
At this moment, Ghislaine stood in front of Roa and said lightly, "It's better to do less of this kind of thing in the future."
Less of—this—kind—of—thing—
Rudy, who had been lying on the ground gasping for breath, suddenly perked up, his ears pricking up to listen.
These words together gave Rudy a strange sense of excitement.
Having been pressured by Eris for nearly two hours, Rudy had no leisure to investigate who was spying on him, so he didn't understand Roa's little actions.
Roa nodded and replied lightly.
Ghislaine, expressionless, said, "Then, let's begin."
Roa didn't use magic.
When not using magic, the gap in strength became immediately apparent when facing a Sword King.
He was almost being beaten up; even the passive trigger of his sword heart could only slightly alleviate his embarrassment.
Basically, he was being completely dominated, just a matter of experience and the gap in swordsmanship.
Of course, Ghislaine wasn't just bullying her junior; she was also very attentive in pointing out Roa's mistakes in detail.
"The speed of your slashes should be faster; your feints are too easy to see through, and your intentions are too obvious. With that, you can't fool anyone." Ghislaine continuously parried and easily neutralized Roa's attacks.
Teaching others was a troublesome task, Roa admitted, and Ghislaine's teaching was much better than that of the foolish Paul.
He also corrected some of his incorrect postures from Ghislaine's guidance.
Time passed, and when night fell, everyone had returned to their respective rooms.
Roa stared blankly at the bright moonlight.
It was time to set off; after completing this task, he would need to rest for a while.
Gathering dark magic, an ominous black aura emanated as Roa, wearing a black hood, disappeared from his room.
In the south, in a slum.
In a room, a certain white-haired loli was hiding under the covers with a smug expression.
In the end, she didn't go; in her mind, he was just a passerby who happened to be bored. Although he might have some strength, did she look like a fool?
Thus, she chose to sleep at home.
The surrounding environment wasn't good; although she called this place home, it was actually a somewhat dilapidated wooden shack. The bed was just a wooden board with some dry straw on it, and the bedding was tattered.
In short, her living conditions weren't great.
Of course, in her eyes, this was already a relatively good life, as some people didn't even have the right to own such a "home."
But the more she thought about what the boy had said today, the more uncertain she felt.
The white-haired girl had never heard phrases like "there's no such thing as a free lunch," but she understood that principle. However, when faced with an opportunity to become stronger, she hesitated and wavered.
Many times, it was like this, whether in her past life or in reality.
The so-called scams exploit those who harbor a slight expectation.
People are greedy; it's like buying a lottery ticket. Even though they know it's unlikely to win, they still think, "What if I win?"
Even if they don't say it outright, they hold this mindset when buying lottery tickets; this is essentially the gambler's mentality.
At this moment, the white-haired girl was in such a state, lost in confusion.
Should she give up this opportunity? Moreover, the other party hadn't said she had to give anything in return; they just wanted her to meet them at night. Should she give up?
Tossing and turning, she couldn't sleep at all.
Just thinking of her older brother, she gritted her teeth and finally got out of bed.
The white-haired girl's name was Elena; she only had a first name and no surname. Here, only those from the middle class or above were qualified to have a complete name.
But it was clear that she belonged to the very poor category.
Her mother was a prostitute, and her father was an alcoholic; the two combined to give birth to her.
Her mother wasn't unattractive; it was said that she was once a very beautiful young lady, but unfortunately, her family fell on hard times, and she married a seemingly sunny but unfaithful man. Being someone who couldn't do anything, she was ultimately abandoned by him and even sold to a brothel.
A union without love gave birth to a life that shouldn't exist, and the fate of the white-haired girl was predictable.
But should it be said that it was fortunate or unfortunate? The good news was that for reasons unknown, her mother ultimately gave birth to her, but the bad news was that she abandoned her.
Fortunately, her mother wasn't completely devoid of conscience; she entrusted the girl to someone, and that person was the "big brother" she now referred to.
He was an adventurer, not very strong, only at the level of an intermediate swordsman, but even so, he wouldn't be in such a miserable state in this place.
The reason he had fallen to such a state was that he had been betrayed by fellow adventurers in his team.
In the end, the result was that his right arm was severed, and his reputation in the Adventurers' Guild was completely ruined.
Thus, he came here with the last of his savings, intending to spend the remainder of his life.
But perhaps due to some twist of fate, when he saw the white-haired girl in the woman's arms, his eyes suddenly lit up. Of course, he wasn't a pervert.
He felt a strange connection with the infant before him, so he subtly inquired and eventually learned about the woman's situation. He took out his last bit of money and asked the woman if she could give him the child.
The man looked quite decent, but due to the changes in his life, he appeared disheveled and dispirited.
The woman, accustomed to the warmth and coldness of human hearts, immediately considered entrusting her daughter to him with just one glance.
And just as it happened, the other party also found her appealing, which led to the subsequent appearance of the white-haired girl.
A daughter bought with money.
Of course, the man took great care of his daughter, and although one of his hands was rendered useless, the hostility and killing intent emanating from him were enough to intimidate the petty criminals around.
Thus, he quickly became the ruler of this street.
At least the people nearby dared not provoke him.
But then came the problem. As time passed, the once swaddled infant gradually grew up, and ultimately, due to her father's indulgence, she became domineering, bullying both men and women, eventually turning into the current white-haired girl.
In fact, this girl's development was similar to that of Eris; both were spoiled into their current states.
However, compared to Eris, she was more adept at being smooth and adaptable.
Of course, both of them were still children, and their personalities would continue to change in the future. Would they eventually grow into good girls? Perhaps?