I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World…-Chapter 62: Bombs and Traps
Logan felt like a mess; he had stayed up for far too long yesterday, thinking about his time with Lisa.
They spoke for a good few hours before she left when the coast was clear.
Ruri, as always, had shaken him awake and taken his dirty clothes to be washed.
She had also placed clean water for him to cleanse himself, something he did only out of pleasure since his slime did a good job.
"Well then, kids, let’s get going…" he said, while wondering how his owl was doing now that it had left with Lisa.
It did come back twice last night, as he kept his window open, so it wasn’t like he wouldn’t see it anymore.
Opening the window wider, he saw the sky clearing after a rainy night—the first time he had seen signs of rain in this world.
The morning air was fresh, and the rising sun was giving him the energy he needed to go downstairs for food.
Today, the chefs served a quick but nutritious meal wrapped in cloth to take to the training field.
The sandwiches were convenient for the kids to eat, reducing the time it took to have their meal.
The meals were well-made and delicious.
Logan took a few bites while walking to the field, throwing a crumb or piece to his tamed beast whenever he was about to finish a sandwich.
As soon as he saw and heard the heavy armor of soldiers moving about, he began to feel like he had entered school.
The morning hustle and the sense of his freedom being robbed weren’t pleasant for the boy.
He quickly spotted his mentor, who was sitting in a corner eating her own quick meal.
"You know how long I have been waiting, hero?" Valeria said, taking the final bite of her bread and rubbing her hands to remove the small crumbs that stuck to them.
"No, I’m sorry. I did a lot of thinking last night," Logan said with a sigh.
"Well, it doesn’t matter. I just wanted to say that. Let’s begin and get away from here. I need to teach you about traps, remember? I don’t think we will be able to go anywhere with the extermination groups cleaning the forests," she said, riding on her panther while Logan followed behind.
"I would have thought you would bring your new mount?" she asked, wondering why the boy was walking.
"About that, I don’t know where to put him in this castle. I would prefer he stay with the Rosengards when I’m not around to take care of him. Remember, he is only days old," he reminded her.
"Oh yeah, it will take a little more to rear the kid, huh. Well, it won’t matter much today. Let’s head to the alchemy area; we will need to use our brains. You did buy all the ingredients, right?" Valeria questioned.
"Yes, about as much as the store had. I even went to three others just to make sure I had enough," he answered.
"That is good. You will probably destroy the first thirty or so before you get the hang of things," Valeria said, reminiscing about her early days.
The place she led him to was not far; it was one of the towers where alchemy could be practiced.
It had special arrays to prevent damage to the walls, so even a few explosions could be safely withstood within the rooms.
"Well, here we are. Now take everything out, including the book. I hope you brought something to write with so that you can take notes. It’s important for you to write the process in your own words."
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She demonstrated how to make a few of each trap and three bombs within a few hours.
It was probably one of the most difficult things Logan had ever done; using magic to make the traps’ mana crystals recognize a command was like charging a battery with your own hands.
The mana stone had to have just enough power to activate the trap but also be strong enough to produce the effect.
It was like taking into account voltage and amperage.
It was difficult not only because of the new terms used to speak about magic but also because it relied on formulas that Logan needed to think about before putting them into practice.
Four hours in, he had successfully made three bombs: one that caused detonations (the last one he was tasked with), one that produced a smokescreen, and another that made high-pressure needles shot out of a spherical device.
For traps, their utility was to create a chance for Logan or his beasts to enter battle with a hindered enemy.
The first of these was a standard spike strip that extended itself when magic was applied.
Another of these was magical threads that came from a special spider beast that needed mana to be infused to be as strong as steel.
This one required a type of ball that, once thrown, began unwinding the string. It was a very well-crafted tool, but the expensive string made it niche.
Other tools included noise-producing pipes that, once activated, produced magic to create a deafening sound.
One particular trap Logan was exempted from testing was the smell-producing cylinders, which emitted a foul odor that could make someone instantly wretch just by coming in contact with it.
"Well, that is the gist of it, Logan. You will need to work on improving the time it takes to make and use them. Make sure you work on it until you can time the activation by seconds. These can not only save you from death but also keep some monsters alive long enough for you to tame them," Valeria said, finishing the day’s lesson.
She was certain the boy would be able to handle each bomb or trap within a few weeks, so the next thing on her agenda was to teach him how to control his mana better.
He was wasting far too much to produce so little, and it needed to be worked on before he could use any of the dangerous tools in combat.
