"I... I don't know either!"
Charlie looked shocked. Earlier, he had thought Harriet's swordsmanship was already terrifying enough.
There really was no comparison.
The swordsmanship of the man before them, this was no longer a matter of strong or weak. It was strange and long-range.
He could understand using swordsmanship to kill people through spatial gates.
After all, Ethan clearly looked like a spatial mage.
'But this long-range swordsmanship...'
'How exactly is Ethan doing it?'
'Can someone really train in two classes at once?'
"The birds seem to have been wiped out again."
While Harriet was still completely confused, Ethan had already finished off the second wave of Blade Sparrows.
Yet the expression on Ethan's face still looked like he hadn't had enough and wanted to keep going.
"Could it be that using this move doesn't consume mental power?"
Harriet sucked in a breath again. Earlier, to intimidate Ethan, she had used a level-four sword technique directly against the wall.
But that one strike had consumed a third of her mental power.
In other words, she only had enough mental power to use three level-four sword techniques.
'But just now, Ethan swung at least ten or twenty times, right?'
Yet she couldn't see the slightest sign of exhaustion on his face.
'What is going on?'
Before Harriet could figure it out, another wave of Blade Sparrows arrived.
Standing on the ground, watching Ethan kill Blade Sparrows as if he were chopping radishes, Harriet was unbelievably jealous. At the same time, the caution in her heart kept growing.
Taking advantage of Ethan being busy killing monsters, Harriet quietly asked Charlie, "Earlier you said this defense battle would last at least twelve hours, but it's been less than two hours and the second wave is already about to be finished?"
"Sister Harriet, don't worry. Let me predict it again."
Charlie naturally didn't dare let Ethan notice. He quickly hid behind a tree and started making another prediction.
About two minutes later, he came out from behind the tree and said, "Sister Harriet, I checked again. It's still twelve hours."
"My guess is that Ethan is killing monsters too fast, which is why there's so much extra time left over."
"These twelve hours were originally meant to deal with the three waves of monster attacks."
"For example, the second wave of Blade Sparrows came in three batches."
"Ordinary people would probably have a hard time surviving even those three batches, so it would naturally take much longer."
"But this guy kills monsters like he's chopping radishes. Maybe even this temple didn't expect that."
"But I just predicted that the third wave attack won't appear until eight hours from now. So from now until tomorrow morning, we should have eight hours to rest."
"Maybe this temple deliberately left this time to give the defenders a way to survive, letting everyone recover and think of ways to resupply. Who would've thought he wouldn't need it at all?"
As Charlie spoke, he glanced toward where Ethan was.
He was incredibly envious of him.
But...
Who told him that the class he got after changing jobs was such a useless one? Other than getting stabbed by people, what use was a Prophet?
"Then what is the final wave attack? Did you predict that?", Harriet quickly asked.
"I did," Charlie replied, "It's mushrooms!"
"Mushrooms?"
Harriet looked completely confused.
Charlie also looked speechless as he said, "Yeah. Mushrooms are what I saw in the crystal ball, but I don't know exactly how they'll attack people. Still, mushrooms probably aren't as scary as Blade Sparrows, right? Mushrooms can't move."
"That makes sense," Hearing that, a smile appeared on Harriet's face again, "Looks like I can make my move ahead of time..Since we can handle the final wave ourselves, there's no need to keep this man around anymore."
"Sister Harriet, are you planning to..."
"That's right," Harriet sneered as she handed the only Detoxification Herb to Charlie, "To make sure nothing goes wrong! After I finish cooking the meat, I'll get Ethan and the others to drink a bowl. But to make Ethan believe the soup isn't poisoned, you'll drink a bowl first! Understand?"
"Sister Harriet, aren't you going to eat the Detoxification Herb yourself?"
Charlie was puzzled.
But Harriet shook her head and said, "No. If I drink it, he'll definitely think I've done something to it. He never trusted me from the start."
"But you're different. You look especially honest, and you're not the type who seems capable of pulling tricks."
"So having you drink this poisoned soup is the best way to make him believe it."
"Uh...", Charlie could only nod helplessly in the end, "Alright!"
———
The final batch of Blade Sparrows also died one after another while Ethan played around with his new technique.
And the experience for his Crescent Form had risen to...
[Crescent Form: Experience 7982/10000]
'Still short by more than two thousand.'
'But there is still one final wave of monsters.'
Ethan wasn't worried at all.
After all... before leaving this damned place, he hoped to fully master all eight forms of the Godslayer Sword.
If he couldn't finish all eight, then at least he wanted to reach Great Perfection in the seventh form.
Sniff! Sniff!
While Ethan was thinking about the Eight Forms of Godslaying, an extremely fragrant smell suddenly entered his nose.
'What kind of delicious smell is it?'
'A bit like rich chicken soup, and a bit like the light fragrance of radish stewed with pork ribs.'
'Or perhaps a mixture of several tasty ingredients.'
Ethan had already been in this damned place for seven or eight hours and hadn't eaten a single bite of food. The moment he smelled it, his stomach immediately started growling.
"How can there be something that smells this good here?"
Ethan turned toward the source of the aroma and saw that Harriet had taken out a set of professional cookware and was cooking a large pot of steaming food.
Burble~ Burble~
The soup pot kept bubbling. Cubes of meat and some white mushrooms rolled up and down inside the pot. It looked very appetizing.
Harriet's expression remained indifferent. When she noticed Ethan looking over, she turned her face away and didn't meet his eyes. She simply said coldly, "If you want some, come over! Consider it my thanks for pulling me up the tree the first time. After this, we'll owe each other nothing."
Harriet thought her performance was flawless, but she had no idea, that in Ethan's eyes, this delicious pot of soup looked completely different.
[Deadly Fragrance Mushroom Meat Soup: A large amount of mushrooms that give off the scent of death have been added to Roaring Boar meat. This is an extremely poisonous soup. An ordinary person will die immediately after drinking even one mouthful.]
However, when faced with Harriet's proud invitation, Ethan casually replied, "Sure!"