Chapter 5 Hatred
Bright flowers of blood seemed to appear in front of her, and countless screams and wails also poured into her ears at the same time.

The screams of her father when he was cut in half, the back of her mother who stuffed her into the basement and whispered to her not to speak, and then left with a hatchet, and the last time the cultist looked at her in her memory, his hideous yet surprised expression

Under the effect of the spell, Hela's memory, which had been blurred on her own due to self-protection, is now exceptionally clear and obvious.

Hela reached out and grabbed Roland's right arm. Her dry mouth moved and a hoarse voice came out of it.

"think."

"Very good, let's eat first. Only after eating will we have the strength to take revenge."

After hearing what Roland said, Hela sat up with her numb body. She took the bowl that Roland handed over, picked up the fork and ate silently.

Seeing her start eating, Roland breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the previous blessing and dark elements replenished Hela's weak body, even if she was brought down to the level of a mage apprentice by Roland, she was still just an ordinary person after all and still needed nutrition, especially after being in a coma for two full days.

Seeing that Hela was able to eat normally, Roland returned to the table, took out new materials and began to draw a new spell scroll.

Although the spell scrolls Roland prepared in the past two days were enough to save himself and Hela, Roland drew the spell scrolls not only to use as trump cards, but also to accumulate them to deal with the cultists.

Although he had killed the cultists who tried to sacrifice him, the cultists' organization in the Northern Kingdom still existed.

Although Roland's life in the tribe was not that good, after all, his parents in this life were just ordinary herdsmen who could only barely shelter him and raise him.

But, the kindness of raising us cannot be forgotten.

Although Roland had no intention of avenging the chiefs and elders who oppressed the tribe, he still had to avenge his parents.

In this lawless world, the only rule for extraordinary people is an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Therefore, Roland naturally chooses to follow the local customs and bury the entire cult organization with him.

Since the cultists had killed his entire family, Roland would simply retaliate by killing their entire family as well.

As the villain organization at the beginning of the game, this cult organization was briefly active in the Northern Kingdom during the chaos brought about by the Rose War. Their size and strength are not that strong.

Moreover, due to the limitations of sacrifice and the lack of extraordinary knowledge within the cult, their strongest is only a three-ring wizard.

A three-ring wizard was not a difficult opponent for Roland. As long as he prepared enough spell scrolls, he could kill him with just a few hits.

In addition, as one of the game's novice bosses, this three-ring mage's skills and fighting style had long been stripped away. Although Roland did not start in the North, he came to the North nearly a hundred times to fight for a high-quality staff dropped by him. After so many fights, Roland could guess clearly what he wanted to do when he raised his hand. As long as he was well prepared, Roland felt that he could kill him without any injury by himself.

In his previous life, Roland still didn't get the staff after all the hard work, so he could only curse and spend money to buy it from other players.

Soon, Hela finished her meal. She placed the bowl on the bedside table and quietly got out of bed.

She stood quietly beside Roland, silently watching him draw the spell scroll.

In less than ten minutes, a second-level spell scroll was completed.

After putting away the spell scroll, Roland looked at Hela.

Hela also met Roland's eyes. She opened her mouth and a hoarse voice rang out.

"I want revenge and kill them all."

Her tone was filled with resentment and hatred.

Roland had no opinion on this. He was not the kind of saintly bitch who would say that revenge would never end, or advise others to let go of their hatred and reflect on why others did not kill others but themselves.

Looking at Hela's eyes filled with hatred, Roland said calmly.

"You are too weak. Seeking revenge now would be suicide. What you need now is training to increase your strength."

"I'll give you two choices."

Roland paused, did not keep her in suspense, gave his own plan, and extended his index finger.

"First, focus on close combat training. I will teach you a close combat technique and some auxiliary spells."

After letting Hela consume his energy for a while, Roland extended his second finger. "Second, focus on long-range training. I will teach you some simple zero-ring and first-ring spells as well as close combat techniques."

After listening to Roland's words, Hela asked expressionlessly.

"I'll choose whichever one is stronger."

"As for the intensity, they are about the same."

Roland thought about it and gave his answer.

The wizard is definitely the strongest, but only the wizard who masters a large number of spells can be called a wizard.

With Hela's completely clueless level, it was basically impossible for her to become a wizard quickly. The best she could do was learn some simple energy-shaping spells and quickly become a wizard turret.

"Which one is faster?"

After hearing Roland's words, Hela immediately asked in a low voice.

"It depends on the individual. For the first type, if you can endure the pain, it shouldn't be too slow for you to learn. For the second type, it depends on your memory. Just memorize about 50 to 60 low-level spells and learn them all."

Roland took out a scroll with a second-level spell drawn on it and placed it in front of Hela.

"Take a look, and remember that it's pretty much like this."

Hela picked up the scroll, glanced at it twice, and put it down silently. She then spoke.

"I can't read, so I'll choose the first one."

"Well, let's go with the first one."

Roland put away the spell scroll and spoke slowly.

"The next training will be very tiring and hard. If you can't hold on, you can always tell me."

"Come with me."

After saying that, Roland stood up and walked towards the door, while Hela followed him silently.

"Is there any particular weapon you'd like to learn? I can teach you: sword, dagger, spear, and longbow."

"It's up to you to decide."

Hela shook her head.

"Then let's use the long sword. It will be useful after revenge."

Roland pushed open the door and said casually.

Hela followed Roland out of the room, and what came into her sight was an open square with faint snowflakes slowly falling from the sky.

She stretched out her hand and caught a snowflake in front of her. A cool feeling instantly came from the place where the snowflake touched her palm.

Roland, who was standing by, took two worn-out wooden swords from the warehouse and walked back to Hela. He handed one of the swords to Hela and said.

"Let me see your level first."

Hela clenched her hand that had caught the snowflake, then opened it again to take the wooden sword.

Feeling the weight of the wooden sword, Hela was thoughtful.

Her strength seems to have increased a lot?
While Hela was swinging the wooden sword and getting used to it, Roland held the wooden sword as if nothing had happened and walked to the center of the clearing.

Then he turned to look at Hela, stretched out his hand and hooked it, and said.

"Come on over here."

(End of this chapter)