Kapitel 42: CHAPTER 42
A/N: Should I use "name-days old" or "years old" when telling someone's age? Plz vote
name-days old
years old
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CHAPTER 42
I woke up in the morning feeling fresh and completely healed, with no trace of mana deprivation left. My mana was completely full, and my body was full of energy.
Heavy sigh
"How good it is to have a healthy body again."
I got out of bed and checked Berus, and I could tell that there was a mountain of difference between how he was a week ago and now; the hairs on his fur were no longer frayed and shedding; it had almost regained its color and shape. He was still skin and bones, but his appetite was good; I don't know what virus or bacteria his body is fighting, but I hope it's something his immune system can beat. It seemed enough to cast a healing spell once a week; when I cast this spell for the second time, now I could sense the mana trace in the body and see that it is still showing its effect.
At the moment, other than guesses, I have no idea why this is happening, but almost dying boosted both my mana and body; I currently have 75 mana, 3.4 str, and 3.6 spd stats; with buffs, I could increase my stats to 4.2 str and 4.4 spd.
If I were to put forward a hypothesis, when I was still a level 2 druid, and I tried to cast a level 3 spell, much more mana than I could control entered my body and almost caused my death, but since I didn't die but lived, this excess mana caused my body and my mana heart to grow. I know very well that this time I was just lucky; this method cannot be used for training because you flip a coin between life and death each time. If I try to use this for training, the probability of death is many times greater than life.
My match with Wyland had come, and I could beat him again because I'm physically much stronger than the last time, but I had a bit of doubt about Wyland's physical stats. In our previous fight, 3.5 str and 3.3 spd were the highest stats he used but authenticate is not something to be trusted 100%. I think he had little opportunity to really use all his strength in the previous fight, yes, he didn't underestimate me while fighting, but that doesn't mean he used all his strength, so I shouldn't act with overconfidence.
So, I decided to take my sword, dagger and throwing knives with me. I had just put everything to my belt and was heading towards the door when familiar voices started coming from the hallway. All the stark kids were in front of me when I opened the door, and Robb raised his hand and gave a greeting.
"Hello there, Arya and Bran were very curious about the puppy, so we thought we'd come for a visit; they've been so curious for a few days now."
Arya pushed Robb aside, stepped right in front of me, and asked with great curiosity and uneasiness.
"Aermir, how's the puppy? He's better now, isn't he? Nothing's going to happen to him now, right ?"
"Wow, wow, wow, slow down, Arya; you've asked a thousand and one questions in one second; calm down a bit."
I patted her shoulders to calm her down and continued.
"Let's answer all of your questions one by one; the puppy's condition is much better than a week ago, I can say he's starting to get better, but he's still sick, and we don't know if he can beat this disease, only time will tell, but I'm doing my best."
Arya and Bran were happy when they heard that the puppy was getting better, but learning about the possibility of him still getting sick made them a little nervous and unhappy. When I saw that they were upset, I immediately continued my speech.
"He's much better now, and he even got up and walked around today. Would you like to come in and play with the puppy? But you shouldn't force him if he doesn't want to move; if he doesn't want to play, it means he's tired and needs all the rest he can get, you know that, right?" they began to shake their heads excitedly, and soon after, they burst into the room. I had a small room that became a bit cramped when six people entered, even though we were children.
Sansa was sitting in the chair by the table, watching the puppy with all her attention. Robb, Jon, and I were sitting on my bed watching Arya and Bran play with the pup on the floor. Robb turned to me and looked at the sword hanging from my belt.
"Were you going to go to practice ?"
"Something like that; I promised to have a match with one of the squires today."
John asked, "Do we know the person you are going to fight ?"
"You've probably heard of him, even if you don't know him. I am going to fight with Mander Flant's eldest son, Wyland Flant."
In an instant, their eyes opened wide, and Jon began to speak with great excitement and a little nervousness.
"Isn't he like 15 or something? Why are you fighting someone so big? "
"Actually, he is 14 name-days old, and I have already fought him before and even beat him; this will be a rematch for him.
They both stood up excitedly, and Robb said
"Are you sure you are nine name-days old? What kind of 9- name-days -old can beat a 14- name-days -old teenager? You don't even look like you're nine name-days old anyway." He was right about that; the average height of 9- name-days -old boys in the north was 1.3m (4.2ft), while I was 1.5m (4.9ft) tall. He and Jon were ten name-days old and 1.45m (4.76ft) ) tall, and although they were a name-days older than me, they were 5 cm shorter.
"Let's go and watch it; it could be an exciting match," said Arya. I had no idea when she came next to us and how long she had been listening to us, but she insisted to Robb that they had to go and watch the fight, and Robb could not resist and agreed.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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Rangliste 
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