"Fine, I don't care which meal you bring me or when, just always knock." said Flain, took the food, and closed the door.
If he didn't take the food, it would look too suspicious. If Flain's information was correct, people in this world normally ate.
Flain then spent the whole day training. He wrapped the food in a bag so that it would count as a single item and put it into his inventory, planning to dispose of it somewhere later. During that time, Flain also thought about which spell he would start creating next.
Once he decided, he would level up Spell Master by one level, which would unlock Stage 2 spells for him, and then he would try to create the spell as a Stage 2.
Morning came and Flain stopped swinging his swords and placed them into his inventory. Even though Flain didn't look at the clock opposite him, he was sure it would be 9 o'clock in just a few seconds. His mind was already at such a level that he didn't need a watch to know the exact time.
