Chapter 83. Entrance Exam (5)
Weekly Chapter (5/7)
The Grace Range was not very high, but it took a long time to reach the summit.
Do we really have to do this?
Cecil was quite dissatisfied with this entrance exam.
He thought this exam favored applicants from the Combat Department and the Magic Department, who had excellent combat abilities.
The applicants from the Sorcery and Alchemy Departments had to follow the others, because it was more difficult for them to fight against the Planteras.
Each Department would have to take a different entrance exam.
Even now she was following someone else.
A man who had a mask on was walking a few steps ahead of her.
Their roads crossed. They did not greet each other.
However, there was partial cooperation when the Planteras appeared.
The few teams that were ahead scattered in all directions to avoid a swarming attack by the Planteras.
There was no need for her to fight him. She was in a different Department than this guy, so there was no reason to compete.
They walked in silence.
Cecil watched his back from the Planteras.
When any Plantera lunged at him, he neutralized them in a peculiar way.
He thrust his wooden sword into the joint, then twisted it to dislocate it.
It was more like dismantling than cutting.
He looked more like an engineer than a swordsmanship, but his method was efficient.
The man allowed her not to waste her magic bombs.
Sometimes the man would look back, as if to check that she was following him.
She didn’t know what the man had in mind, but Cecil didn’t plan to be with him to the end.
She followed him only for convenience, not because she wanted to be his friend.
The masked man sat down on a rock to rest for a while.
Cecil stopped about ten paces away.
She takes this opportunity to solve something.
Cecil placed her pointed hat on a tree branch, then unsheathed her dagger.
She cut the skirt of her black linen dress, her thighs exposed.
She felt better.
It will be easier to walk now.
Then she pulled a cigarette from her bag. When she bit into it, the cigarette lit up.
The man watched Cecil intently as he exhaled a puff of smoke.
He was wearing a mask, so it was hard to trust him.
She doubted his mental state was good because he had a wooden sword.
She might have to inquire about him.
Cecil finally broke the silence.
The man replied.
“You look like you’re tempted. Is this the first time you’ve seen a girl’s thighs?”
There was no response.
“Are you a pervert? Why are you wearing a mask?”
Cecil threw away the lit cigarette, pulled out a new one and asked,
“Why are you so quiet? Don’t you listen to me?”
He doesn’t answer her provocative questions.
She could not read his thoughts because his face was covered.
The man did not yield to Cecil.
He suddenly stood up and began to approach her.
As the distance shortened, Cecil took a slightly cautious stance.
She didn’t think he wanted to kill her because his wooden sword was on a rock.
Cecil put her hand in her bag so she could quickly pull out the magic bomb.
The man handed her something from his pocket.
“…What is it?”
The distressed Cecil carefully held out her palm.
She puzzled said.
“Is it poisonous? Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to eat strangers’ candy?”
The man took the candy, slightly lifted his mask and popped it into his mouth.
It seemed his intention was to demonstrate that there was nothing in the candy.
Suddenly, the man began to smell gardenias.
What is that sudden scent?
He took a candy out from his pocket and put it in her hand.
Then, he moved on.
Cecil threw the cigarette on the ground and popped the candy into her mouth.
The taste of lyre flowers refreshed her bitter mouth due to the cigarette.
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“…Looks like that guy’s not so crazy.”
Cecil followed the man with her pointed hat.