Chapter 9: Liam
Riven spent the rest of his day throwing punches, trying to get the skill to level up more. Sadly, despite that, he only managed to get to level 4.
[Fist fight lv4: increases all fist-based attacks by 20%]
His knuckles were sore, and his arm ached. He had been doing this for hours, only stopping to rest at short intervals.
The sun had already gone down, and the light blue moon cast its cool glow over the world. Riven looked outside; it looked peaceful and quiet, beautiful.
A small flame lamp on the wall of his room served as his only source of illumination, with a warm and soft glow. This world had better means of illumination, but they were pretty expensive, even for a baron.
He grabbed his mattress, about to return it to the frame, when a knock came from his door. In a haste, he moved the mattress and placed it into the frame before dashing to the door.
He opened the door, and there was a maid. She bowed her head immediately when she saw him and spoke, "Your father requested that you come for dinner," the maid said.
"Oh, thank you. I'll be out now," Riven said. The maid looked up, her gaze stayed on him, confused—did he just thank her?
She didn't let it linger in her mind for long. She turned and walked down the hallway, her feet echoing through the halls as the flame lamps on the walls cast disturbed shadows of her.