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With this hot afternoon sun, it made some people lose their enthusiasm for activities, but it seemed that this situation did not affect the boy who was currently standing in the meadow.

The boy was Desmond; he seemed to be standing still in the middle of the courtyard while carrying a sword in his left hand.

* swing * swing *

He then swung his sword up and down repeatedly, creating a small wind each time he swung. This proves that the swing is swift.

"50."

* swoosh *

Sweat began to fall from all over his body, wetting the grass around him.

"100."

And every time the count exceeds a multiple of 50x, Desmond\'s sword swing getting faster. 

"200!"

* thump *

Right at 200, Desmond finally dropped his body to the ground; his chest rose and fell along with his irregular breathing. 

"Huff ... huff ..."

His mouth was wide open, trying to take in as many breaths as possible.

"Swordsman training is done, now it remains only to practice magic."

He stared at the blue clouds in the sky for a moment before finally standing up by pressing the tip of his sword to the ground to serve as a support for his body to stand.

* pat* * pat *

After that, he patted his shirt to remove the remains of the grass stuck to it. At that moment, he also glanced at his right hand, which only contained a bandage that had been bandaged. 

* sigh *

"How long do I have to wait…. "

Although he said in a tired tone, his eyes showed a different light. Remembering his stupidity, this sparked his anger. 

Desmond threw his sword to the ground and pointed his hand towards the sky and shouted.

"Fireball!"

A basketball school fireball suddenly came out of Desmond\'s hand, making the surrounding air even hotter, and it was also seen that some grass had started to burn.

* swoosh *

The fireball flew straight towards the cloud as if nothing could stop it. But before the fireball touched the cloud, the fireball suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Like the principle of fire that could not live without oxygen, the fireball that Desmond chanted also had the same fate.

After seeing this, the anger in Desmond\'s eyes seemed to have started to dim. He sighed as he gazed at the sky, where the fireball had disappeared.

"Young master."

While Desmond was being dazed, he heard the voice of a maid calling him from a distance.

Desmond turned around and saw a maid approaching him while carrying food.

"Here is ... the lunch ... young master." 

The maid answered while trembling at seeing Desmond\'s gaze. Even though Desmond anger had dimmed, it didn\'t mean it was gone.

The maid did not understand the young master\'s condition, which made him angry. Today her task only to deliver food. 

"Ah, I\'m sorry earlier, just put it there." Desmond noticed something strange about the maid\'s behavior in front of him and then he remembered his state.

"It\'s okay, young master. Then excuse me ..."

After seeing the maid leave, Desmond took his food as usual and sat on the ground.

Looking up at the blue sky as clear as the ocean and white clouds as white as cotton plus the view in front of it, namely green pastures and a cool breeze.

"Beautiful." 

Desmond unconsciously uttered those words while looking at this beautiful scene.

"If it weren\'t for the assassins targeting my family that also targeted me, maybe I should go on an adventure and enjoy this fantasy world now."

After enjoying the view before him, Desmond looked down at his dish, which contained a little chicken for protein and with vegetables and potatoes as the main course. 

"I really miss rice; I miss it so much that I forget how it feels to eat rice.

Why do people in this world process all grain into bread, wouldn\'t using rice increase the portion of the meal and break down the cost of daily life? "

While thinking about trivial things like that, he ate them heartily and was accompanied by a glass of drink filled with fermented wine.

* slurp *

"Ahhhh ... only this wine can relieve stress."

While drinking his drink, he heard the maid\'s voice again.

"Young master, one of the maids, said that she wanted to provide information regarding the item young master wanted."

"Oh?" 

Hearing this, Desmond turned around and saw that the maid he had ordered to buy the blood bag had returned, this time paying her respects to him from a distance.

"Tell her to wait, I\'m enjoying my lunch."

"Yes, young master." 

The maid then returned to inform his young master\'s orders. After a few seconds, it seemed that they seemed to be discussing, so that one of the maids suddenly shouted and stopped the discussion.

Meanwhile, Desmond, who was in the meadow, just smiled wryly at his maid\'s behavior.

…

After a few minutes, Desmond finally stood up and went to the maid, who seemed to have aged because of waiting for him.

"So how ?"

When this maid heard his master\'s voice, her eyes opened, and she saw that Desmond was already in front of her.

"Please forgive me, young master ... excuse me." She got up to straighten her clothes. " I can only get young master, a bag of lizard blood and snakes, whereas for demons and elves, that is ..."

The maid seemed hesitant to say it, but Desmond then cut her off. 

"I heard that lately, the guarding against slaves has been very strict and that almost everyone who bought slaves would be checked one by one. For the elf, it is beyond your capacity. 

Good work." 

Patting the maid on the shoulder, Desmond then passed her and wanted to head to his room, but he stopped. "Ah, bring all those bags to backyard."

Desmond saw the look of confusion on the maid\'s face.

"Just bring it, I want to do something with it."

Desmond continued his steps while waving at the maid.

"Yes, young master."

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.

.

At night, in Desmond\'s room.

Desmond was sitting cross-legged on his bed, his eyes it seem unfocused like he was thinking about something.

"Should I? Maybe I should wait a few more days? "

Given that there was only one way to extract a Demon\'s blood, this time he became hesitant.

"But if I have to wait any longer, hmm ..."

* knock * * knock *

Suddenly a knocking sound was heard. This made him frowned because it was unusual for people to bother him in the middle of the night. 

"Who?"

"It\'s me, young master, the maid who delivers the bags to the backyard."

"Ohh ...

Come in. "

* creak *

The maid enters with clothes covered with dirt and also some parts of her hands turn red, indicating that she seems to be pulling the bags alone with all her might. 

"Are the guards not helping you?" Seeing the maid\'s miserable state before him, Desmond\'s brows furrowed.

"The guards helped me, but the number of bags ..."

When he saw this, Desmond recalled his memory. That there was not only 1 bag but 200 bags of blood he ordered; Desmond then patted his forehead cough wrly.

"Good work. So what are you here for? "

"Young master.. ... I wanted to tell you about the elf auction which will be held in the next four days before, but the young master has already left ..." 

"I see. Thanks for that." 

After saying so, Desmond turned around as if staring at the moonlight shining brightly.

"Then, excuse me ..."

After the maid left, Desmond, as usual, took the sword that was in the wardrobe. This time he was no longer wearing black clothes, only wearing a mask to cover his identity.

After putting it on, he walked over to the mirror and saw how it looked. Using a black mask in the shape of a human face, wearing clothes like a nobleman. 

"Well ... it will be perfect for a mask party if my hand is back ..."