Charon gave Arlon the same room he had used during training, even though there were now vacant rooms at the inn.
Arlon didn't refuse. He knew when to appreciate a gesture.
So, at Monday night, the day the six-month rewards were distributed, Arlon sat in his room, reflecting on the magic training he had done here with A Magician's Secret in this very room before.
He wasn't quite there yet, but he was almost certain that by the end of the next six months, he would surpass his past self in strength.
But first, he took out the Adaptive Skill Core from his inventory and swallowed it.
He had expected it to be difficult to gulp down—it was the size of a large pill—but, surprisingly, it slid down his throat with ease.
Then, a notification rang in his mind:
"Please choose the skill you want to enhance!"
Ever since he had started to trust his level again, Arlon had relied primarily on two skills: Eyes of K*T** and Teleportation.
