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It's not any different from a room where a man lives.

There are two ordinary double wooden beds on the upper and lower floors, a general-purpose desk, a chair, and there are no drying trousers at all. The whole dormitory looks very clean.

The only thing worthy of praise is that the girls' dormitory has a unique fragrance, which makes people feel very comfortable.

There will never be a boys' dormitory that has not washed clothes for ten thousand years!

Seele and the cat maid Chloe helped Weston to sit down on a chair, while Lyu took out the adventure luggage from under her bed.

Weston was in severe pain at this time, and he wondered if it was an underwear collection or something.

But the harsh reality beat him again.

Bandages, maps, daggers, poison jars, bows and arrows...

"You can rest here for a while, or go back to your hotel."

Lyu, who had bandaged Weston, looked at him calmly.

"I'm still here, the guild hall is too noisy to sleep."

"..." The three of Xier stared at him strangely.

They all almost forgot that the guy in front of them was really a guy who ate Eina's soft rice.

But how could they let this guy sleep in their own room, once they let him sleep, I'm afraid they won't be able to sleep at night.

Who would know what this guy would do in the dormitory while they were working. If there was something sticky on his quilt at night, he would be so desperate to cry.

"We have a warehouse, you can go to sleep there." Rao is Lyu, who has always been irrelevant to anything, and his eyes warned Weston to 'be interesting'

"Okay." Weston smiled nonchalantly.

After taking Weston downstairs to the warehouse of the tavern, the three maids disappeared.

And Weston is already lying in the cargo box on the small black room of less than [-] square meters.

When he woke up in the evening, the pain in Weston's body was basically eliminated.

I don't know if the maid clerk has forgotten him, in short, Weston habitually took the bread from the warehouse when he left, and no one cared about him.

Back at the guild, Aina gave him a strange look.

Is this guy not ashamed at all?

After finally being driven out, he came back to eat and drink for nothing.

……

The next day, training continued.

Things like one day, after all, are just an accident, the mentality of the fairy maid cannot be seen every day when Weston is upset and the mentality explodes.

Lyu, who was back on track, gave Weston a good training.

At Weston's request, Lyu gave Weston's body strong muscle memory.

The training courses are scattered, and it is more practical than training.Of course, to be ruthless, it is not impossible to call it a hang.

An hour of hanging can be said to be no fun. Weston didn't even touch the corner of the opponent's shirt, just passive defense.

While it was just hanging and beating, Lyu explained what Weston should pay attention to, which was very useful to Weston.

Nevertheless, because of the huge gap between the two sides, even on defense, after an hour of persistence, Weston's body automatically issued a warning.

With the wooden knife on the ground, he knelt down on one knee, and Weston struggled with a look of 'I actually drink hate here'.

Lyu retracted the wooden knife and said to Weston with a blank face, "Let's be here today!"

In any case, it's not bad to stay in a small tavern, and someone will take the initiative to send her a sandbag every day to release her negative emotions.

"Take this and apply it to the bruised area by yourself as you did yesterday." Lyu threw two jars of herbs and bandages over.

Under Aegina's advice, she knew that this guy was penniless and had no fixed home, so the basic damage required for training might not be able to afford it.

She didn't want to see the other party not coming tomorrow because her body couldn't support it.

Weston's eyes lit up, the medical level in this world is not developed, but it can be cured by 'incredible' props/magic.

Lyu's ointment yesterday was inconceivable in Weston's eyes, because there was no ointment in his cognition that could heal a bone.

Now he actually gave him two more jars, and he can be resurrected in place tomorrow!

This is really great, I don't spend money to find a pair to practice, and I also get the other party's favor (want a sandbag) and give me an ointment.

Picking up the ointment, Weston naturally exudes a bit of self-motivation: "I will persist for a longer time tomorrow!"

The fairy maid Furui Wubo's eyes lit up slightly, nodded and turned to leave Weston with a handsome back.

……

Days, so slowly back to the right track.

Between the two training instructors and students who have their own little abacus, the rich hostess Back Street can also be said to be a spectacle.

Every morning at seven o'clock, Weston appeared at the back door of the tavern on time, trained (hung and beaten) for a time ranging from one to three hours, and received training rewards: ointment x2, rest, and returned to the guild residence.

From the force majeure of the pain at the beginning to the gradual adaptation, Weston will also make a summary of his practice afterwards. When there is no one in the guild, he will also enter the training room, imitating the way Liu made moves in his mind, and the air practice.