Chapter 31: The Desire of the Weak

  News of the 20th-level foreign human swordsman easily defeating the 28th-level captain of the Whirlwind Squad spread like a tornado through the entire village. Don't look at the elves, this race is usually very quiet and elegant, but when they really start gossiping, it's completely unstoppable.

  In the blink of an eye, Beryl and Dillin, as well as the words "Fissure" and "Heartslayer", began to frequently appear in all sorts of conversations and chats. Naturally, many curious onlookers came to the merchant caravan's campsite to catch a glimpse, but Middy, who had put on a brilliant "performance", didn't intend to go out and instead avoided the crowds.

  Before long, the sun sank below the horizon and the forest was quiet once again.

  The elves' discussion craze came and went quickly, Beryl had long been too ashamed to show his face and didn't know where he was hiding, Middy also remained low-key, by nightfall, the caravan returned to its usual tranquility.

  "Do you think that young spirit named Dillin will come looking for you?" Fina couldn't help but ask.

  "Of course." Meddy nodded.

  Taking Dillin as the breakthrough of the Elf tribe, and then finding the Devil's Pulse, this is Midi's plan, and it is also the reason why he provoked the dispute. However, at this moment, it has already darkened, although the elves have night vision ability, but in fact they are not too used to nighttime activities.

  And so, since there was still no sign of anyone at this point in time, the red-haired girl began to doubt whether the other party would really come.

  But Meddy is not worried about this.

  Because he saw a strong desire for power in the eyes of that 19-year-old young spirit swordswoman.

  Just like myself in the previous life.

  So, Midee abandoned his usual cautious style and played without hesitation on the spot, abandoning low-key and official websites, and directly chose to confront the captain of the Whirlwind team. This battle, in the end, had only one purpose, which was to show true power to those who yearned for it.

  Throughout the entire battle, Midei did not use any of the Ghost Swordsman's skills and did not allow his own strength and speed to exceed the standard of level 20. Under the premise of precise control of power, Midei managed to complete a thorough suppression fight against a level 28 ranged advantage profession with the disadvantage of a close combat profession.

  No divine intervention, no levels needed to reach such heights! Middy spoke with conviction. The same elf who was also a swordsman must have been extremely excited after witnessing this duel, his heart racing with anticipation.

  So, that young elf will definitely come.

  Then bring Midy what she wants.

  The camp fell silent once again, and Fina couldn't help but want to take a deep breath as she gazed at Mid still calm and composed. Just then, the merchant apprentice walked over, his eyes shining with excitement: "Mr. Mid, an elf has come looking for you. He says his name is Dirin, the one who bought...".

  The apprentice had only spoken halfway when he felt a gust of wind passing by his side, or rather, two gusts to be exact. In the blink of an eye, not a single person was left in the camp.

  "You're Dillin, aren't you? It's so late, what's going on?" Despite the inner sigh of "it's finally come", Midy's surface was calm and collected, with a hint of surprise in his expression.

  Fina watched Midie's skilled acting with a mixture of emotions, thinking that this black-haired guy would be a disaster even in the midst of the cunning and deceitful noble circle. The red-haired girl silently mourned for this young spirit in her heart.

  "Mr. Miti, I have an impolite request...” Dirin said with some hesitation, after several seconds of pause, as if he had made up his mind, suddenly knelt down on one knee, put his right hand on his left shoulder, and deeply bowed his head, “Please accept me as your apprentice, please teach me that powerful swordsmanship, I want to become stronger!”

  This is the highest courtesy of the Elf tribe, and it is generally only used in major ceremonies for the elderly.

  However, Mi Di shook his head: "You saw the swordsmanship I displayed during the day and you want to learn? Unfortunately, that is my unique skill, it's impossible for you to learn."

  Dilin's face fell instantly, and his two long ears also drooped down listlessly. But at this time, Midee suddenly changed the subject and said: "However, after all, for a swordsman, strength is the foundation, technique is the improvement, I may not be able to teach you techniques, but I can help you improve your basic physical fitness, maybe one day, you'll be able to achieve a perfect career change."

  "Really, Mr. Midday!" The elf jumped up excitedly all of a sudden.

  "Of course." Medea revealed a profound and mysterious smile, "I just so happen to have an exercise method here that can effectively and permanently strengthen the body. However, this method requires one condition: the infusion of magical power into the magic pulse!"

  He deliberately made a big show of it, and then put on the airs of a famous master here. Mide wasn't trying to show off in front of a group of fairies, after all, everything was about finding the trace of the magic pulse.

  But Dillin's face immediately changed from excitement to embarrassment when he heard the word "Magic Pulse".

  Can't you get anything out of him? Elves are indeed a conservative and stubborn bunch!

  Fina couldn't help but sigh in her heart. As the first heir of the Hamilton family, she was actually quite capable and composed, but at this moment, seeing Midi, who had always smiled brightly at her, deliberately deceiving others here, she really couldn't bear it.

  It's all just a scam, and in the end, it can't be fooled, wasting time again, and also making an enemy of that Windrunner team, isn't this loss too great? Fiona suddenly felt a little resentful.

  However, just as the red-haired girl was about to persuade him, the young elf raised his head and stared straight at Midee, as if trying to find an answer in his black pupils. Then, the elf spoke: "Even if it means going against the traditions of the Silver Star tribe or violating tribal rules, if this is the only way to reach the path of power, then let's go to the Devil's Pulse now!"

  Mi Di nodded slightly, a spark flashing in his eyes, like a fleeting meteor on the horizon.

  Crossing several watersheds, several areas controlled by beast groups, across two small rivers, a huge stone appeared in front of Mide and Dillin. Without saying anything, as the ghost swordsman Mide, he had already sensed the surging spring of magic beneath it.

  This is exactly where the magical pulse is located.

  After arriving at the Demon Vein, Mi Di didn't make any shocking moves like killing or silencing them - after all, future reinforcements were still counting on these spirits, and even if they really wanted to burn their bridges, there was no need to go as far as killing them, knocking them unconscious would be enough.

  As agreed, Professor Midy gave Dillin a set of exercises suitable for elves.

  It turns out that this method of tempering the body with magic, was still researched and developed together by the Fog Witch Elise and Miti. Now using the magical pulse set up by the Fog Witch, it has produced an effect of doubling the results with half the effort.

  In just two hours of guidance, Midei was unreserved and Dilin worked hard to thoroughly master this simple magic tempering method.

  However, at the same time, his physical strength had also been exhausted, and he could only return to the village first. Mi Di then made an excuse that she wanted to find night-blooming flowers to make medicine, so she stayed behind.

  After Dyrin's breath completely disappeared, Middy sent out a signal.

  About ten minutes later, in the forest under the clear moonlight, a hurried footsteps sounded. Along with the rustling of bushes, three figures appeared before Midy's eyes, who were Fina, Siegmond and Lilian, whom he had been waiting for a long time.

  Having sensed the existence of Mo Mai, the three people who had been wandering around for days were all invigorated and eager to try.

  "That spirit probably still doesn't know it's been used by you, does it?" Fiona said with a tinge of emotion as she gazed in the direction Dillin had gone.

  "It doesn't matter what method is used to train the body, that's only fair. Besides..." Mide smiled faintly at the red-haired girl and comforted her, "Keeping it from him is for his own good."

  "Is cheating still reasonable?" Lillian Qiu said, unable to resist starting her sarcastic remarks again.

  "If I didn't deceive him, but instead laid my cards on the table, he would definitely agree to it." Midea said thoughtfully, analyzing in detail. "However, this way, it wouldn't be deception, but rather voluntary betrayal and selling out. This might bring him a lifetime of guilt and shadow, or possibly lead him down a path of ruthlessness, either way is terrible."

  "But he might also refuse you, in order to protect the tribe's tradition?" Fiona immediately countered.

  "It's impossible." Meddy shook his head.

  "Why?" The red-haired girl continued to ask.

  "For the weak, becoming stronger is more important than most things, more important than morality, tradition, or tribe, and even more important than dignity." Midei replied quietly, his voice devoid of emotion, sounding eerily cold in the stillness of the winter night, like frost hanging in the air.

  "What about you?" The future queen of magic bullets finally couldn't help but ask after a moment of silence.

  If it were me, I'd do whatever it takes to protect you and Alice.

  Midi thought so, but of course didn't say it out loud. Suddenly coming on so strong with a confession would surely scare Fina off, although for an instant he couldn't help but feel the urge to hug his former lover tightly again. Having spent over ten years with the three of them in his past life, the reborn Midi was extremely familiar with both Fina's personality and romance itself.

  It's still far from time yet.

  "You'll know later. Someday." Mide smiled and glossed over it with a casual remark, disregarding the discontent in the red-haired girl's eyes.

  Then he stepped forward several steps and placed his hand on the giant stone.

  The vortex is right there, the tail of the Fog Witch is right there.