My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Croun swallowed the brown bread that was hard to swallow just a moment ago, and drank the water in the earthenware cup in one gulp.

Then he rubbed his hands a few times, gathered up the dust on the ground, sat cross-legged on the ground, used his fingers to write the words in his memory on the ground, and at the same time read them out softly.

Bits of realization emerged in his mind, and the hazy memories began to become clear.

He kept writing and speaking softly, immersed in his own world without feeling tired at all.

Every bit of effort has positive feedback, and this feeling is addictive.

If he had this set of golden fingers in his previous life, how could he be just a scumbag!

He must be a king among kings, a tyrant among tyrants, someone else's child who is famous throughout the country.

Gradually, he lost awareness of the outside world and focused on recalling and then writing out those unfamiliar words. The patrol police occasionally came to patrol without noticing.

Memory is like a sponge soaked in water. If you squeeze it, something will come out.

However, no matter how much water there is, after being squeezed countless times, the water contained in the sponge is almost exhausted.

When Crown couldn't recall the words that could improve his proficiency for a long time, he woke up from his selfless state.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he saw that the room was completely dark, and the dim light from the room outside came through, allowing him to barely see the writing on the ground.

He silently summoned, and the golden wall appeared in front of his eyes.

[Faruk Language: 986/1000; Level 1] (You have escaped the ranks of language novices, but you are still far away from being proficient in conversation.)

There's still a little bit left, we have to find a new way to improve.

Crown touched his chin and looked sideways at the light, thoughtfully.

After constant practice, he has come to understand that every point of proficiency means that he has mastered a word and its related phrases.

In other words, he now only masters less than a thousand words.

This amount is far from enough for a twenty-year-old native, not to mention that he still needs to deal with the priest's cross-examination tomorrow.

Crown stood up, walked to the door, and shouted twice: "Officer Yalu, Officer Yalu!"

During the process of practice, his memory was constantly awakened, and he had clearly and completely sorted out his predecessor's daily life.

People who have been in contact with them in recent years, as long as they have had conversations with them, can recall their names and some snippets of interactions.

The potion he sent to Yaru last time was a good thing that had been improved by his original father and could restore men's strength and prevent them from sagging after a night of fighting.

"What do you call it? I stayed up most of the night!"

Yalu came to the iron fence with sleepy eyes and a resentful look on his face. It was the fat patrolman who brought the black bread.

He had just fallen asleep when he was woken up and was very angry.

Although he said it calmly during the day, people possessed by evil spirits are just a matter of anger!

But at night, I still felt uneasy.

Occasionally he came here twice, but he found that the other party was just writing and mumbling on the dust.

Yalu felt much more relaxed and then reluctantly fell asleep.

"Say, what's the matter?"

With a smile on his face, Crown said: "Officer Yalu, can you give me my herbal medicine book?"

When he was sent to the patrol team in the morning, he was still carrying a revolver and a herbal book. These things, along with a few coins in his pocket, were all taken away by the patrol police.

"Are you still in the mood to read?" The patrolman looked at him suspiciously, and subconsciously reached for the pistol on his waist.

Croun understood what he meant. After encountering an evil spirit incident, his whole family died, and he was still in the mood to read. There was something wrong.

He forced out a heavy expression and said: "I can't sleep. As you know, our family relies on our father to support us. Now he is gone, but those who are still alive need to support themselves."

Although Yalu's hand was still on the pistol, his expression softened a lot.

Seeing this, Croun hurriedly added: "From now on, the police officer will get a 10% discount on medicines from me."

"Thirty percent off."

"Deal! However, only three of them each month are available at 30% off, and the others are only available at 10% off."

"Three sticks is three sticks." Yalu lowered his guard and showed a lewd smile on his face. Three sticks were enough for him to use for a month.

"Wait, I'll get it for you."

"thank you!"

Yalu quickly brought over a thick book and thoughtfully gave him a kerosene lantern.

Sure enough, how could anyone be willing to provide enthusiastic help if there is no benefit!

After thanking him, Crown couldn't wait to start reading the book.

The book is very old, and it is densely marked with the meanings of some words and the medicinal properties of mutated herbs. It can be seen that the original person has read this book very hard.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night!

Crown felt that he had never worked so hard in his entire life.

Seeing the continuous improvement of his proficiency, he felt a sense of infinite satisfaction in his heart.

The next day, noon.

A flash of gold flashed in Crown's eyes.

[Faruk language: 1688/5000; Level 3] (You have mastered this language proficiently)

[Herbology: 119/2000; Level 2] (You can recognize most common herbs and are familiar with their properties, which greatly improves the success rate of making potions.)

The second-level Herbalism has white writing, while the third-level Farouk has green writing.

In just one day, he had already mastered the vocabulary of CET-4 in his previous life.

. . . .

At this time, the patrol team reception room.

Hull's face was livid, and he went out to assist the priest in handling the case of evil spirits. A more serious evil case actually occurred in the town.

More than ten people died in Skunk Street in one night!

The nature is so bad that my captain will probably have a very hard time unless the evil spirit responsible for the crime can be caught.

However, the evil spirit that could cause such a result would be so terrifying that even if he had a hundred courages, he would not dare to catch it.

Father Nick was sitting upright in black clothes, with a golden nameplate hanging on his chest, with burning flames engraved on it, and a hammer in the flames, which was the holy symbol of Hephaestus, the Lord of Flames.

The Kingdom of Faruk is located in the north of the continent, and its winters are extremely cold.

The Lord of Fire is the dominant belief here, and people are grateful for the warmth that this god brings with his fire in the cold.

Nick's expression was solemn. He had already examined the deceased victim.

He found that there were traces of 'soul condensation' on the dead, which meant that their souls had been extracted!

The soul is real, somewhere in the head of a creature, ethereal.

But through an evil means, the soul can be solidified and become a real object.

The evil spirit can actually use soul condensation. For him, things are a bit tricky.

"Father, what should we do now?" Hull asked pleadingly.

For this kind of supernatural case, we can only rely on the priest of the Lord of Fire.

Nick came back to his senses: "Take Croun to the church, where I will perform an exorcism ceremony. If he is really possessed by an evil spirit, we can destroy it directly. If he is not possessed, we can also clean him Clear him of suspicion."