How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 64 The Right Teacher

The city guard of the war city is a huge legion.

It includes many military branches such as infantry, archers, and cavalry.

The weapons they use also vary, such as bows and arrows, battle axes, greatswords, and one-handed swords.

However, according to Jasper, the machete was not a standard weapon, so very few people knew how to use it.

He continued, adding:

"Those who are truly skilled with curved blades."

They are either descendants of the drow from the Underdark, or half-elves from the Elven court of Susas.

Kane nodded after hearing this, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes, but he still maintained a polite smile.

"In that case, I'll take my leave."

He planned to post a commission at the Adventurers' Tavern, looking for a mentor who could teach him how to use a scimitar.

But this is not a good option.

The adventurers in the city of war are mostly mediocre in combat strength due to a long-term lack of decent missions.

Coupled with the previous rat hill incident, many people were worried about being implicated and had already fled the city.

Just as Kane was about to leave, Jasper suddenly called out to him:

"Please wait a moment."

The city guard captain pondered for a moment and said:

"Your Excellency Kane, if you don't mind..."

I might be able to introduce you to a suitable teacher.

"It's just that his background... is somewhat unusual."

After hearing the description, Kane paused slightly, then spoke:

"It's alright, I'll talk to that 'teacher' myself."

……

The following day, Kane followed Jasper to the Sixth Wall.

This time, they did not pass through the city gate, but went directly up the city wall.

Kane changed into light armor and a helmet, looking no different from an ordinary city guard scout.

Led by Jasper, the guards along the way paid their respects to the highly respected captain.

Kane sensed genuine respect in the soldiers' eyes.

This is normal; a team leader who values ​​the lives of his subordinates will naturally have many followers.

After climbing the tower, the two walked down a passageway.

As they ventured deeper, all that remained was the dimly lit passageway illuminated by torches, and the clear sound of dripping water filled their ears.

"Lord Kane, this is one of the city guard's branch prisons."

"At the deepest part of the passage is the person I mentioned; he should be able to fulfill your request."

Jasper stopped and pointed ahead.

Kane took the two wooden swords handed to him by a soldier beside him, nodded, and said, "Thank you."

A young soldier stepped forward and led him deeper inside.

This underground prison, built beneath the city wall tower, houses many prisoners in wooden cages.

But their food seemed quite good, and their complexions were much better than those of the prisoners in the Demon Cult's underground dungeon.

As soon as Kane stepped into the prison area, the prisoners began pounding on the wooden bars and shouting:

"Another young master has arrived!"

"Let me see... Hahahaha!"

In the cell closest to Kane, a burly man with a scarred face even stretched his arm out over the bars, grinning mockingly:

"Come here, my beauty—"

"These are all repeat offenders, right?"

Kane turned to ask the soldier accompanying him.

The soldier paused for a moment, then said, "Yes."

"That's good."

Kane smiled slightly, then suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the man's outstretched wrist, and exerted force.

"Snap!"

The clear sound of bones cracking was particularly jarring in the silent cell.

Everyone was stunned, even the soldiers held their breath for a moment.

The burly man screamed in agony as he looked at his twisted and deformed arm:

"My hand! My hand!"

The prison was deathly silent, save for his agonizing cries.

Kane calmly said to the soldiers:

Let's keep going.

The young soldier regained his senses, and his tone became more respectful:

"Okay, okay."

Amidst the lingering screams, the two continued deeper into the area.

No one dared to make a sound along the way; all the prisoners watched Kane pass by with fearful eyes.

The soldier's eyes, which he glanced at Kane, already held admiration.

They walked all the way to the deepest part of the prison and stopped in front of a separate cell door.

The soldier opened the door, and inside, a person was sitting on a haystack with their back to the door.

He was looking at the faint light coming through the narrow gap above his head.

Hearing the noise outside the door, he showed no intention of turning around.

The man had long, pointed ears—which indicated he was a half-elf.

However, one of his ears was missing, and his exposed skin was covered with scars, yet his expression remained unusually calm.

Kane narrowed his eyes.

This is the teacher Jasper was referring to, the strongest prisoner in this sub-prison.

To be more precise, the other party was a wanderer, a class unique to the Susas Elven court.

A sword dancer.

However, it was only after a long period of torture and imprisonment.

This former second-tier swordsman is probably only able to maintain his first-tier physical condition at best.

Only their class characteristics and combat skills are likely to be retained.

The soldier glanced in awe at the shackles on the other man's feet, and Kane patted him on the shoulder:

"Leave the rest to me."

The soldiers retreated with a sigh of relief.

Kane walked into the cell and spoke to the retreating figure:

"Velanther, a half-elf of the Susas Elven court."

He was captured ten years ago while infiltrating a war-torn city and has been imprisoned ever since.

The half-elf chuckled softly, his voice clearly audible in the small cell.

He turned his head and looked Kane up and down with disdain:

"It's amazing that someone still remembers me... I thought I had long since lost my value."

"Hyena of Nord, what brings you here?"

"I want to learn your scimitar skills," Kane said bluntly.

Velanther gave Kane's city guard uniform a strange look and sneered:

"Why should I teach you the skills of a sword dancer? Just because you're a member of the city guard? Hahaha!"

Kane was not angered; this taunt had no effect on him.

He simply looked at the other person calmly and said:

"I can grant you one wish."

Vilanser gave a strange smile.

"My wish? Well, I want to have a good, filling meal."

"it is good."

Kane turned and left, returning a dozen minutes later with a bowl of food.

That was the standard rations for the city guards.

Vilanser paused for a moment, then pounced on the food and wolfed it down. After finishing, he threw down the bones and let out a satisfied burp.

He then looked at Kane and said sarcastically:

"I have never seen such a stupid Nord as you, who can't even tell that I'm lying."

Okay, you can get out of here now.

Kane shook his head:

"I know that's not your true wish; I just wanted you to eat your fill so you'd have the energy to talk to me."

"State your terms. In exchange, you must teach me the scimitar techniques of a swordsman."

"Hahaha……"

Vilanser laughed until tears streamed down his face, then his expression suddenly changed:

"My wish is to destroy Nord—how about it? If you can do that, I'll teach you."

To Velanther's surprise, Kane remained unperturbed, simply staring at him silently, a look that sent chills down his spine.

Only at the very end did he hear Kane softly ask:

"Really?"

"You were imprisoned for ten years, didn't you have anyone you wanted to send a message to?"

If not... then you are truly pathetic.

Veranser was stunned.

He was actually looked down upon by the "Nordian barbarians" he saw.

He gritted his teeth, but looking at Kane's expressionless face, he couldn't help but hesitate.

Seeing his expression relax, Kane's heart stirred:

Indeed, as long as one is human, there will always be things one cherishes.

The other party was a second-tier professional and must have their own social relationships, perhaps parents, spouse, or even children.

He seized the opportunity and said:

"You can write a letter, and I will deliver it to the Elven Court of Susas and give it to the person you wish to contact."

Veranther glared at him suddenly:

"Is Nord going to attack Sussas?"

"No," Kane shook his head.

"I am merely a traveler, perhaps going to Sussas under a different guise, but certainly not with hostility."

He wasn't lying.

As the kingdom of the elves, Susas possesses even richer magical resources.

Velanther stared intently at Kane, his expression finally becoming completely serious, all traces of his earlier contempt and nonchalance vanishing.

"You swear in the name of the River Styx that you must deliver my letter to Sussus."

And they will never teach the skills of a swordsman to anyone else.

Kane met his gaze for a moment, then shook his head.

"I refuse."

Veranser was stunned.

"You simply need to choose to accept or refuse," Kane said calmly.

"Besides you, I can also go to the Adventurers' Guild to post a quest and seek out a scimitar mentor."

and--"

His expression was slightly strange.

"You really think that besides me, there's no one else?"

Would any Nords still be willing to learn this scimitar technique, which they consider "girly"?

Velanther's lips twitched; he had to admit that Kane was telling the truth.

Nords are a nation founded on swords and shields, and have always looked down on scimitars.

If Kane leaves, he may find it difficult to find another person willing to deliver a message for him.

"If you can't make up your mind, then I'll leave."

Kane nodded, turned to leave, and silently counted in his mind.

"etc."

Just before Kane stepped out of the cell, Velanther finally spoke, his voice dry and low:

"I can... teach you."

Kane stopped in his tracks, a faint smile playing on his lips.