The Twice-Exiled Adventurer, Using His Super Rare Skills To Train a Squad of Beautiful Girls! – Chapter 25.1

πˆπƒπ‹π„ π“π€π‹πŠ: π“π‘πž 𝐖𝐨π₯𝐟 πƒπ¨πžπ¬π§'𝐭 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 π“π¨π¦π›π¬π­π¨π§πž 𝟐

πˆπƒπ‹π„ π“π€π‹πŠ: π“π‘πž 𝐖𝐨π₯𝐟 πƒπ¨πžπ¬π§β€™π­ 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 π“π¨π¦π›π¬π­π¨π§πž 𝟐

The infirmary attached to the adventurer’s guild can be used for free by any adventurer registered with the guild.

It’s not cheap to sponsor this.

However, there aren’t many users.

This is because when adventurers get injured, it’s usually on the battlefield, in a labyrinth, or in ruins, situations that are directly linked to death.

If you get injured enough to need hospitalization in such a place, you won’t be able to make it back to town alive in the first place.

In that sense, a woman named FΔ«na was lucky.

She was injured on the main street of the city of Gaillia, and both the adventurer’s guild and the Supreme Church were nearby, so quick first aid was possible.

Otherwise, it would have been a fatal injury. Like having her right arm cut off from the shoulder.

However, just because her life was saved doesn’t mean everything is fine.

Losing your dominant arm is as good as death for an adventurer.

The guild isn’t heartless, so they’ll take care of her until she can move properly, but that’s it.

FΔ«na herself has to think about what to do next.

β€œEven if you say think. . .”

In a bed lit only by moonlight, the woman mutters to herself.

Three months since the incident.

Her body is recovering, but she has no prospects for the future.

It’s hard to continue being an adventurer. And there aren’t many places that would hire a woman with one arm. Even in a place like a brothel.

Ideally, the perpetrator should be responsible for her future livelihood, but the criminal is in prison and doing forced labor.

There’s no money coming in.

The clan’s headquarters that he had were seized by a moneylender in the form of debt.

She’s completely stuck.

β€œIs there no choice but to die. . .”

Negative thoughts dominate.

Perhaps her thinking is being dulled by the painkillers she’s on.

She suddenly feels the night breeze on her cheek.

When she shifts her gaze, she sees that the window has been opened at some point.

And there’s a figure standing by the window.

β€œLuke. . .”

The man she once loved.

His face, illuminated by the moonlight, looked quite haggard.

β€œDid you break out of prison to finish me off?”

What came out of FΔ«na’s mouth was not a scream, but a question.

β€œI want you to use it for. . . your living expenses.”

What came back was not really an answer.

A leather bag is placed on the bed.

The sound of coins clinking resonates.

β€œIt’s not enough to support you for the rest of your life, but there’s two hundred in there.”

β€œ. . .I’m disappointed, Luke.”

A dim flame lights up in FΔ«na’s black eyes.

Do you feel responsible for hurting me and bring me money?

What’s the point of doing this?

Does he think my lost right arm will grow back?

β€œYou hate me, don’t you? Kill me. What are you trying to forgive?”

β€œFΔ«na. . .”

β€œYou’re going to live as a man who abandoned his best friend, was abandoned by his comrades, and killed his lover. Forever.”

The woman’s lips curve into a half-moon.

Like a witch’s smile.

The next moment, Luke was moving.

The long sword in his hand pierces FΔ«na’s body. Precisely, her heart.

β€œStop talking. Please.”

A whisper in her ear.

FΔ«na’s left hand wanders as if seeking something.

β€œI’ll be waiting in hell. . .Luke. . .”

β€œYeah, I’ll be there soon.”

He gently lays the body down and leaps out of the window he came in through.

There’s still something he has to do.

He hasn’t thanked his best friend, who released him from prison using his connections, in a patronizing way.

β€œI appreciate your kindness. It’s a debt I can’t repay, Lionel.”

Fangs peek out from his muttered mouth.

Like a starving wolf.


γ€Žβ€π΄π‘€π‘’π‘π‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘ .π‘π‘œπ‘šβ€ – π·π‘–π‘ π‘π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Ž π‘π‘Žπ‘π‘‘π‘–π‘£π‘Žπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘™π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’, π‘π‘Žπ‘ π‘ π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Žπ‘‘π‘£π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’, π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘› 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑛 π‘Ž π‘π‘œπ‘™π‘™π‘’π‘π‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘œπ‘“ 𝑑rπ‘Žπ‘›π‘ π‘™π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘›π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘™π‘  π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž β€œπ‘‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘™π‘¦ π‘’π‘π‘‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘ β€ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑒π‘₯𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 π‘Žπ‘π‘π‘’π‘ π‘  π‘‘π‘œ β€œπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘£π‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ β€.』


The man whose neck was severed in one blow falls, spewing blood like a fountain.

β€œTo think you ruled the underworld with this level of skill. It’s laughable.”

Luke swings his sword to shake off the blood, and raises one cheek.

The backstreets of Gaillia.

He, who had stormed into the thieves’ hideout alone, demanded the boss’s seat.

Of course, no one agrees.

The thugs attack with shouts.

But they were all wiped out in a matter of moments.

Overwhelming strength.

This is the power of a man who, despite being an orphan, founded a clan at the age of twelve (eleven), and rose to become one of the most prestigious in Gaillia in just ten years.

Luke’s bravery and Lionel’s wisdom, these two have served as the wings that have made the Gold-lined Butterflies soar high.

β€œNow, your boss is dead.”

Luke glares around him and twists his lips.

β€œEither you follow me, or you die here. Now, choose. It’s not a difficult question, is it?”

The thugs surrender all at once.

After all, they are just parasites in society. They don’t have the guts to risk their lives to avenge their boss.

They bow their heads to the strong.

That’s their way of surviving.

β€œTrash is still a force. I need pawns to fight against Lionel.”

He mutters to himself and smiles slightly.

I can no longer meet him as a friend. I don’t intend to.

However, I can face him as an enemy.

β€œI’m looking forward to it, Lionel. We’ve never settled our fights since we were kids, but now we’ll finally know who’s stronger.”

He kicks the head of the man who was the boss, laughing uproariously.

With a look of sheer delight on his face.

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