Apocalypse system: I have unparallel comprehension-Chapter 44 - Strange fellow

Chapter 44: Chapter 44 - Strange fellow
Wallace took out a bottle from his pocket and poured it into his mouth. He wiped his mouth and let out a satisfied sigh. He then gave the metal bottle to Dante.
"Want a drink?"
Dante squinted his eyes in confusion. "Aren’t you supposed to be on guard?"
"It is cold here. A small amount of alcohol in the system didn’t change that much. Besides, my job is just a facade. No fool would attack the castle this time." Wallace said.
"Anyway, enough with unnecessary stuff. I will tell you about how I know you lacked the information regarding the class and stuff." Wallace pointed out.
"Before you arrived here, I heard about you guys from Shizuku. She was a pain in the ass to deal with but her good point is she didn’t lie to her people." Wallace paused and continued.
"She said, her identity didn’t work on you guys. It just says the name and something called Tier."
Dante nodded. "I see. She is a good actor."
Wallace chuckled. "Maybe. I thought it was strange. If I used an identity on Shizuku for example, I would see her name and class. See the obvious?"
Dante smiled and let out a long sigh. "I see."
"Our leveling system is similar to the game we played on Earth." Wallace said.
Dante glanced at the man. "You don’t look like the type to play games."
"Bomb. That is the problem with you. Always assuming things. People are complex, who say I can’t enjoy a nice game after a terrible job." Wallace said bluntly, insulting Dante.
"What is your age?" Wallace suddenly asked.
"23."
"You are not that young at all. I guess you came from a privileged environment. I don’t say this is a bad thing." Wallace said.
Dante didn’t say and continued to listen to Wallace’s rant. After a while, he got fed up and decided to speak.
"We are talking about the system stuff. Not this political conversation."
Wallace paused and looked at the bottle he was holding. He smacked his head. "I can’t believe I got drunk. My bad. People say I am chatty with alcohol."
"I can see why."
"Anyway, our system showed like this." Wallace drew on the snow.
Name
Class - level
Profession- level
"This is the general stuff you will find on the status." Wallace said.
"The difference between Class and Profession?" Dante asked.
"Class is where we used to fight monsters. Profession is related to other stuff that is not fighting." Wallace said, scratching his head.
"I have Shadow Nightmare as a class and Gardener as a profession." Wallace revealed.
"They are completely different things." Dante pointed out.
Wallace nodded. "After that, we have four things."
"Strength, Speed, Spirit, Recovery. With each level up, we got the points based on your class and Profession. To become stronger, we need to add points into these four categories."
Dante thought for a moment and asked. "Can you not use the points?"
"You can. But there is a limit which you can store. 100 points. So it is best to assume that your opponent can get stronger or recover faster during the battle."
"I see. I think I know general knowledge about this stuff." Dante said. He paused and let out a sigh.
"Guess there is no use in hiding the fact that I am not the same as you guys."
Wallace chuckled.
Dante looked at the man and asked. "Why are you laughing?"
"Nothing. I just saw a weird dream."
Dante rolled his eyes, looking far into the darkness. His eyes showed that numerous eyes lay upon the castle. Vicious eyes of the predator.
He stared at the darkness for a while and stood up when he felt a chill on his butt. He patted his pants, removing the snow.
He looked at Wallace and said goodbye to the strange man.
"See you later. I have a gut feeling that we will meet again."
Wallace frowned and drank a mouthful of alcohol. "As long as it is not a trouble, I will welcome everyone."
"You mean everyone with money." Dante corrected.
"Haha. Everyone with drinks." Wallace ended.
Dante shook his head and went to the door. He opened it and climbed downstairs.
’Tomorrow, I will meet with the Artisan. I also want to check out the swordsmanship Julius was talking about.
Dante entered his room. It was about 5 meters wide. A really small room.
If not for the window on the end of the room, he would think this room is a prison. He sighed and entered the bed.
He stared blankly and fell asleep.
The morning sun reached his face and slapped gently. Dante opened his eyes and was greeted by the cold ceiling made of stones. He wondered how the stone managed to stay like this.
And as always, he put this nonsense into the system’s magic bullshit.
He opened the door and went to the living room. He saw Thomas doing the exercises. He ignored the big man and went to the basin.
He grabbed the handle and turned it. It broke down.
Dante’s eyes widened and immediately woke up from the daze. He looked at the handle on his hand and the basin.
"Did I become so strong?" He asked.
He put back the handle and rubbed his chin, trying to figure out the tricks behind this basin.
There is a pipe line underneath so he knew the water came into the basin and flowed. He didn’t want to use his eyes as his pride as sage prevented that.
After spending an unnecessary amount of time into this, he figured it out. He felt ashamed that he didn’t figure it out fast.
Dante conjured the small string of mana and pushed into the core of the handle. The core lit up in a faint blue color and water began to flow out from the hole.
He caught the water with his palms and washed his face.
He then checked his clothes and grabbed the cane from his room.
He walked downstairs and to the main bailey. There were a number of people training with the sword. The majority of the people were men but there were a few women scattered across the training area.
There was a rhythm in their swings.
He also saw the three men from Shizuku’s group. They were in front of the lines.
Dante suspected that the line was based on the proficiency with the sword.
After scanning all the people, his eyes landed on the red haired man who was walking across the area with a wooden stick.
"Red hair!?" He muttered. It was not strange to see this kind of color on earth since dye existed.
Dante was surprised by the lack of things inside his hair. There was no such thing as dye. As far as his eyes told, the man’s hair was natural.
"Holy genetics." He exclaimed.
Maybe because he let his guard down for a bit, his voice echoed in the training area. Dante immediately lifted up his head and looked at the left wing.
He squinted his eyes and saw his father laughing at him behind the window.
Dante let out a sigh. Now, he knew for sure that his father had some kind of sound power.
The red haired man walked toward his direction and gave him a mean glance.
"What does that mean?" He asked.
Dante looked away from the man’s eyes and said, "I don’t remember. Must be the wrong person."
The man immediately swung the stick at Dante.
Dante blocked the swing with his cane.
The red haired man looked surprised at this.
"You are stronger than I thought. You must be the chief’s son." The man said, backing away.
"Yes, I am. Now, I am sorry for the earlier insult. I just want to lighten the mood." Dante apologized with a bow, he imitated Shizuku.
The red haired man flashed a smile and shook his head. "Yeah. Yeah. I know that the chief pulled the prank on you."
He turned around and yelled at the people who stopped swinging the sword.
He returned his attention to Dante and observed him. He nodded at himself and said.
"Fight me."
"Excuse me?"
"I said fight me."
Dante sighed. ’So he is this type of person.’
"Can you tell me why you want to fight with me?"
"Shizuku said you are strong."
"I have two strong friends. One of them is a swordsman." Dante said with a smile. "He said he wanted to experience your sword."
The red haired paused for a moment and nodded. "Alright, I will just wait for him then."
Dante smiled and walked away from the training area. His goal was the kitchen as he felt his stomach rumble.
When he arrived at the kitchen, he saw a few people. He looked around and decided to ask someone.
He called out the young kid who was carrying the plates.
"Hey."
The young kid put the plates to the nearby table and walked toward him. "What can I do for you, sir?"