My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

After solving the monster, Nick and the two did not stay here long. They asked for a piece of black cloth to wrap up the goat-headed monster outside, and then said goodbye to Lockent.

Before leaving, Lockent pulled Crown aside and quietly stuffed him with a small bag.

After weighing the bag and hearing the sound of wealth coming from inside, Crown nodded and smiled with satisfaction, once again sighing at the other party's overall situation.

Crown struggled to throw the monster on the back of his horse, and after Lockent's repeated efforts, he waved goodbye to him.

When the two reached the quarry, the priest who was walking in front stopped the horse.

"What's going on?"

Croun hurried a few steps forward, and when the strong horses in front of him came together, he also tightened the reins of the horses.

Nick turned his head and stretched out his palm: "Take it out!"

"What to take?", he was a little confused.

"Don't pretend to be confused. I saw that Lockent gave you a purse. You just provided information and did nothing. It was all up to me to kill the evil spirits. Don't you feel hot holding all this money? You can leave it to me.伱20%.”

"Father, you are not authentic."

Crown didn't want to give it, and his voice became louder: "Lok Kent will definitely give the church a much larger donation than this."

"I deserve it all. If you don't give it to me, you'll have to take it yourself."

Curling his lips, Crown could only honestly throw the money bag to Nick.

The priest gently tossed the money bag a few times with his hands, opened the bag, and counted: "50 silver coins, you get 10."

After speaking, Nick put some silver coins back, threw the bag back, and pointed at the back of his horse: "This distribution is a matter of principle. This mutated monster is also worth a lot of money, and I will give it to you equally. 20%, just laugh."

After hearing this, the resentment on Crown's face disappeared a lot.

He was just thinking about how to get along well with a stingy superior.

The two got back on the road, galloped wildly, and soon returned to the church.

After handing back the horses, Croun was about to leave when he was stopped by the priest: "You handle the trophies and I'll teach you."

"Okay, the priest thinks I can definitely become a Crusader, right?!" Crown's face was filled with light.

"That's not true, it's just that I don't want to do it. If you don't have enough financial support, I advise you not to try to become my lord's warrior easily. Once you start, you can't look back. Without adequate nutritional supplements and medication, you may fall first. abyss."

Making money is a small problem.

Croun was not worried. Problems that money could solve were not problems.

Now, his proficiency in herbal medicine skills has steadily improved, and the yield rate of potion production has reached an astonishing 80%. With sufficient raw materials, he is a humanoid medicine refining machine.

He planned to wait until the merchants who often traveled to the town arrived again to discuss cooperation.

If cooperation cannot be reached, he will leave for Rhine City.

Subconsciously, he just wanted to stay in Zac Town and wait until his proficiency was no longer enough to go out and see the outside world.

Crown carried the goat-headed monster on his back and followed the priest to the basement.

He recognized this as the route by which he had come in for what was called divine baptism.

On the wall above the rotating stone steps, there is a burning torch every not far away.

Their shadows squirmed on the wall.

Nick did not push the door of the room where the ceremony was held, but went to the next room.

He lit the oil lamp in the room, pointed to a large iron table in the middle, and said to the people behind him: "Put the monster on it."

The flame of the oil lamp was bright and milky white. The priest lit a few more oil lamps, and the room was instantly as bright as day.

Crown placed the goat-headed monster on the table as gently as possible, and then quickly looked around.

This place looks like a large warehouse, with shelves lined up next to the wall, but only a small half of the space is filled with various bottles and cans.

There were small white labels attached to the bottles and cans. Just as he was about to move over to take a closer look, the priest had already brought a large wooden box and placed it on the table.

"Anatomy tools."

Crown opened the toolbox, and there was a cold light inside.

A wide variety of knives, hammers, tweezers, saws, chisels, scissors, pliers, etc. are all available.

For those who didn’t know better, I thought it was a dual-purpose toolbox for carpentry and dissection.

"The muscles of the monster's body are very tough, and small-caliber firearm bullets cannot penetrate them at all. But in front of tools made of Valyrian steel, they are just tougher cowhide."

Picking up a palm-length scalpel, Crown was slightly surprised.

The impact of bullets cannot penetrate the muscles. What can this silver-colored and beautiful knife do?

As if he understood the young man's disbelief, Nick spoke again: "Try it with a knife."

Crane grasped the knife in his hand like a pen and pressed hard on the belly of the goat-headed monster.

After a slight dull feeling, the knife head was completely submerged.

"The monster possessed by this kind of evil spirit is not worth much. Only its heart, teeth and skin are valuable. You try to take these things off."

. . . .

Two hours later, Crown returned to his residence from the church.

In the words of the priest, the workload was not heavy, but he was very tired.

Despite the sharpness of the tool, his arm ached unbearably.

Back home, Crown began practicing the Golden Light Spell.

Bullets were unable to cause fatal injuries to monsters, which greatly dampened his enthusiasm for shooting.

He planned to only practice shooting when he went to the livestock farm to trade in the future, and he would also spend his afternoon practicing the golden light spell.

When he came back yesterday, he had refilled the rice jar and marinated the meat, preparing to make air-dried bacon.

What I have to do now is to meditate on the Golden Light Mantra continuously during the day and work hard on liver herbal medicine at night.

In the middle of the night, Crown lay down to sleep contentedly.

After a night of practice, herbal medicine will soon be improved to the third level!

When he fell asleep, his body floated silently, as if being lifted by something.

After a while, his body fell back onto the bed.

. . . .

The next day, early morning.

Crown held onto the wall, breathing heavily.

Golden walls appeared before his eyes.

He glanced at the golden light spell.

[Golden Light Spell: 2607/10000; Level 0] (You are getting more and more energetic, you can shorten your sleep time, and work up your energy)

has a problem!

he said to himself.

You were fine before going to bed last night, but why do you feel like your body has been hollowed out when you wake up?

Is it because of too much practice?

In the past, he only practiced the Golden Light Spell for one morning, but yesterday's practice lasted about two hours longer than the previous few days.

Crown couldn't figure out the specific reason, so he decided to practice the golden light spell during the day today to see if this situation would happen again tomorrow.