The Herb King

Chapter 141 - 141 Skill Impartation

141 Skill Impartation

After Samira left his office, Janrose entered with a curious look on her face. She noticed that Samira was blushing the moment she went out. Janrose couldn’t help but recall Aethelwolf’s godly hands. Her body involuntarily shivered as she remembered that blissful moment.

“It’s good that you’re here. I want to ask you something.” Aethelwolf said as he gestured for her to sit down beside him.

Janrose obediently took a seat. When she met her teacher’s gaze, she unconsciously lowered her head. His skillful massage kept on appearing inside her head.

She remained silent as she waited for Aethelwolf to continue speaking.

“How certain are you in winning against Alec Ward?” Aethelwolf sipped his tea after asking that question.

Janrose noticed that his teacup was already empty so she immediately stood up and grabbed the teapot and poured more tea into his cup. She then answered in a soft voice. “Alec Ward is a peak stage Level 1 and he also has a Refined-Rated sword in his possession. I wouldn’t say that I’m completely certain, but I have more than sixty percent chance of defeating him. He trains in the swordsmanship of the Ward Household, making his movements unpredictable and fast. I’m not as fortunate as him since I didn’t have the opportunity to train such exquisite sword technique. I only use my experience as a hunter when I fight.”

“Is that so?” Aethelwolf leaned on his chair. The final matches will be held tomorrow and they don’t have the time to practice her sword technique. The process of learning a sword technique requires time and patience. One day wasn’t sufficient to even learn the most basic techniques.

Suddenly, Aethelwolf’s eyes lit up as he thought of something. ‘I don’t have the time to teach her sword techniques, but what if I have a skill that can directly impart the technique to her without a need for training?’ When he thought about that, he turned his head at Janrose and asked. “Where is your sword?”

Janrose pointed at a table in the far corner. “I placed my sword here in your office. It’s the safest place I know since no one dares to come inside. Only Miss Samira comes here to check some documents.”

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“Grab your sword. I’ll teach you something.” Aethelwolf said to her before he put his focus on making the skill he had just thought of.

Janrose eagerly grabbed her sword when she heard this. She almost forgot that her teacher was also a strong Esper. Although he focused more on Alchemy, it wouldn’t be surprising if he learned some sword techniques along the way, and based on Aethelwolf’s comprehension, the sword techniques he mastered should be on the same level as the technique of the Ward Household.

Meanwhile, Aethelwolf saw a new skill added to his Status Screen. He immediately read its description.

Skill [Skill Impartation] Max Level

– You can impart Level 1 skills to anyone. Talent and skills exceeding Level 1 cannot be imparted.

– Consumes 95% of your world essence upon activation and you will enter a ‘Weak State’ for 3 days.

It was a fraudulent skill despite the limitations. He could even make a normal person learn a sword technique on the spot. However, the second description bothered him. Three days is a long time and he didn’t know what would happen in that period. ‘I can’t use this skill recklessly or I might find myself in an unfavorable situation.’ He muttered in his heart.

“Come here. I will teach you my sword technique.” Aethelwolf’s face turned serious as he spoke those words. He was planning to impart to her his skill [Swordsmanship]. It was one of the first skills he learned after getting the Status Screen.

Janrose walked in front of him and patiently waited for Aethelwolf’s lessons. However, he suddenly tapped her forehead with his fingertip.

A wave of excruciating pain assaulted her the moment Aethelwolf touched her forehead. She felt as if a thousand needles were piercing her, making her scream in pain.

Aethelwolf’s face suddenly turned pale after he activated the skill. He also felt that his Hegel was almost emptied, making him somewhat uncomfortable. The feeling of weakness was foreign to him and it seemed as if he went back to the old body he had in his past life.

He held back the urge to cough blood and helped Janrose who appeared to be suffering from the aftereffects of [Skill Impartation]. Her face was red and she looked like she was having a fever.

Aethelwolf immediately took out a Recovery Pellet and pushed it inside her mouth. He didn’t if it can help her, but it was the only thing he could offer now. He still hasn’t had the chance to make pills capable of healing the mind and the soul.

Luckily, Janrose showed signs of recovery. The pain brought by [Skill Impartation] was only temporary.

Janrose slowly opened her eyes. The pain in her head was gone and when she focused her mind, she realized that there was a piece of new information added to her arsenal. She felt as if she had been learning swordsmanship for many years. The sword technique in her mind was very profound that the technique owned by the Ward Household seemed nothing in comparison. ‘Is this Sir Aethelwolf’s sword technique?! How strong!’ She thought excitedly in her heart. She didn’t know how Aethelwolf managed to impart the sword technique by just tapping her forehead.

When Janrose raised her head, she noticed that Aethelwolf’s face had turned pale. Although he looked calm, his face was covered in sweat. She then realized that it must be related to what happened earlier. “Sir Aethelwolf, are you alright? What’s happening?” She worriedly supported him to his chair.

Aethelwolf patted her shoulder as he said. “No one must know about this. Your teacher is currently in a weakened state and I couldn’t even summon ten percent of my power. Promise me that you won’t tell anyone about what happened just now.” He looked into her eyes with a serious look on his face.

Janrose nodded her head and she could not help but cry when she saw him suffering like this. She thought that it was a backlash from performing a profound power that can impart his experience. “I promise!” She answered as she wiped away her tears.