My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Only Crown and Flanders were left in the room. Savage had left after reporting his work.

"Archbishop, that night in the town of Lorent, I heard vague whispers, but others said they didn't hear them. I'm sure I wasn't hallucinating.

This situation disappeared after I released the Moon Spirit Shield, but as long as the duration of the Moon Spirit Shield expired, it would still occur, and it would not end until dawn. "

Flanders looked thoughtful, then smiled and replied:

"It is clearly recorded in the secret records of the church that there is a certain evil god sleeping in the ocean, and this evil god can spread his thoughts in the form of dreams.

My guess is that your spiritual sense is sharp enough to catch the unconscious voice of the evil god.

From another level, this is also a good thing. If we third-level transcendental beings want to go further and reach the fourth-level silver level, the physical requirements are only one aspect. The more important thing is to have a strong soul, so that we will not be in trouble. The nature of death is lost in the sublimation of spirit and body. "

"Secret? What kind of permissions are needed to view these materials?"

Crown had searched the information available to him in the library and found no secret files.

The archbishop waved his hand: "Sometimes the more you know, the less safe you are. Your experience in Yorktown has already been contaminated once, and the evil statue has some evil powers.

Moreover, the statue has not established a real connection with the evil god, otherwise you and all the residents of Yorktown will be completely alienated.

When dealing with evil gods, death is the best relief. Don't think too much now. When a certain point is reached, these secrets will naturally be opened to you. "

Flanders did not go into detail because the secret records were also vague.

There is no name of the evil god recorded on it, just twisted symbols instead.

The seniors wanted to tell the newcomers something, but they tried their best to keep it vague.

This is a very contradictory feeling, as if these hidden things will immediately cause disaster once they are truly known.

After a pause, Flanders continued:

"We are now racing against time. If we can become a silver-level transcendent and forge a silver soul, then we humans will initially have the capital to fight against the evil god and be able to slightly resist the spiritual pollution emitted by the evil god. You just need to find ways to be faster. to improve oneself.

Let’s not talk about this anymore. It’s a full moon night soon. Have the weapons I asked you to forge been made? "

"Haha", Croun smiled a little awkwardly. The matter of forging weapons was ranked last in his list, and he originally wanted to meet the deadline.

"It'll be done tomorrow night and you'll see it on your desk the morning after tomorrow."

He patted his chest and said, with the amazing success rate, three weapons and a shield, it was not too difficult for him.

"You also participated in this operation on the night of the full moon. There are many special materials and magic plants in the Land of Spiritual Ruins. The spiritual concentration there is much stronger than that of the material plane. It can be said to be a treasure house at present.

One more thing, if your weapon characteristics can achieve the powerful effect that Fanny mentioned after testing, we will equip everyone who enters the ruins, and the more gold spirit coins we have in reserve, the better. "

"Understood," Croun agreed. He was earning gold spirit coins very quickly now, and he had to spend the money to transform the resources into his own strength.

The saddest thing is that when a person dies before all the money is spent, he will not be a miser.

"Archbishop, what is the auxiliary medicine for third-level flame warriors to practice flame breathing? When will it be distributed?"

Without the auxiliary medicine, the speed of gaining proficiency in breathing techniques was greatly reduced. He would rather use this time to practice the Golden Light Spell.

"What you need now is a potion of molten fire. The Flame Warrior is issued two of them every month."

"so little?"

Crown was speechless, how could two be enough! In his opinion, although third-level potions were more expensive, there was not much demand.

For example, in the Rhine City Diocese, there are now a total of seventeen third-level extraordinary beings, but there are only four flame warriors. Logically speaking, the competition should be much lower than that of second-level extraordinary beings.

Flanders glanced at him:

"Be content. Although third-level magic plants are no longer so rare, the difficulty of refining third-level potions has increased several levels. Only two of them a month can be guaranteed by using the inventory.

Now the medicinal properties of the raw material magic plants have changed a lot, and the medicinal properties of each batch of raw materials will also change. For refining third-level potions, this extremely small change will lead to failure of refining. "

"Is there a recipe for the melting potion here?"

Crown has given up his plan to obtain large quantities of potions from the church and is preparing to make enough food and clothing by himself.

Herbalism skills have been in the dust for a long time, and it’s time to show them off and shock those pharmacists with extremely low success rates.

The fourth-level herbalism provides the special effect of the heart of grass and trees, allowing him to have a keen insight into the medicinal properties of various herbs, which will definitely greatly increase his refining efficiency.

"Recipe? Why do you want to try it yourself? Go to the pharmacy tomorrow to find Eugene Robinson. You are the bishop. You might as well get to know more of the parishioners."

. . . .

Tom is the fat chef of the Iron Duke.

This is not surprising. Obesity may be the standard body shape of every chef. If you are not fat, it only means that the food is not good enough.

He left the dock carrying a large box containing beef and some fruits and vegetables. What was left from the voyage now belonged to him.

Not only can the head chef get some extra money for food purchase, but he can also dispose of unused food in the name of spoilage. He is very satisfied with his current job.

He stopped a public carriage, pointed to the big box at his feet, and told the driver: "No. 14 Bellavis Road."

"okay."

The black-faced coachman agreed with a smile.

Moving things is considered an extra service, and the customer will have to pay some tips. The other person eats so richly, and you can tell that he is a rich man who lives a prosperous life.

The coachman's eyes suddenly shrank, and for a moment he suspected that he was dazzled because he saw the big box move.

He rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, but there was nothing strange about the box.

Secretly mocking himself for being suspicious, he moved the box onto the carriage with considerable difficulty.

The driver drove skillfully and quickly delivered the guests to their destination.

After spending a lot of effort to move the box into the guest's house, he got a tip of two copper dollars.

"Bah, you damn fat guy, you're so stingy."

The coachman walked out of the gate, cursed in a low voice and left.

As a happy bachelor, Tom decided to treat himself to a good meal first and go to the Nightingale Tavern to find his sweetheart at night.

Humming a little tune, the fat man opened the wooden box.

An octopus-like green mollusk stood up from the box. Its whole body was covered with green mucus, and its deformed arms and legs were covered with blood-red eyes protruding like tumors.

The two eyes on the octopus's head are particularly huge, the size of an adult's fist, and glow with scarlet color.

Tom felt the blood all over his body surge up, filling his big head.

There seemed to be countless caterpillars crawling on his scalp, making it itchy.

"Snapped"

The lid of the wooden box fell to the ground.

Tom opened his mouth and wanted to scream, but one of the octopus's pink arms was thrust into his mouth. His limbs were entangled with other turquoise arms, and his whole body was lifted up.

The tips of the octopus's pink arms were thick and inserted along the fat man's throat.

"Woo"

He struggled feebly and gradually became silent.

Two hours later, Tom woke up hazy and found himself lying on the sofa.

He remembered that he had cooked a sumptuous dinner when he came back and ate it thoroughly.

I ate a good meal and washed the dishes, then lay down on the sofa to take a nap, and then fell asleep.

He took out a brass pocket watch from his underwear pocket and opened it. The hands pointed to a quarter past seven.

"Fuck, I almost made a mistake."

Tom screamed and rushed out of the house. He loved Anna from the Nightingale Tavern the most. She was a troublesome fairy with a broad mind and a slender waist.

If he went late and the competitors had finished drinking, he might not be able to have a kiss tonight.

The Nightingale Tavern was not far from his residence. The flexible fat man ran all the way to the Nightingale Tavern and met the goddess of his dreams.

Tom walked to the tavern counter and took out a gold shield: "Dalu, the old rules."

Anna is a waiter in a tavern, and usually does some private business after closing time.

But if the benefactor can provide some cute little coins, he can also leave his post.

Daru grinned and said with a mouth that was missing two teeth:

"Haha, I saw the sailors on your ship coming down. I guess you will come. Your usual room is reserved."

Tom pulled Anna upstairs and had a fierce fight.

"Damn it, why did it take so long this time?"

Anna asked with a charming look on her face. In the past, this fat man could only last for five minutes, but today he actually lasted for half an hour, which really made her happy.

Tom chuckled and pounced on him again: "Careful, I can do it again."

. . . .

As night falls, gray fog floods the city, and 36 Baker Street is brightly lit.

After enjoying dinner, Crown returned to his room with his two pets following behind him.

Ever since he discovered that visualizing the Golden Light Spell can actually improve his proficiency in animal taming, he would keep Fujin by his side every time he visualized it.

After coming back, he wanted to see if he could gain double the happiness by visualizing two pets.

He sat on the bed holding the Dharma seal disk with his hands and began to meditate.

In the room, the crow sat on the edge of the bed and spread its wings. The black cat squatted down with its forelimbs on the ground and its tail relaxed and waggled.

The two pets' wide-open eyes were filled with gold and silver, showing the appearance of the moon setting and the sun rising.

After imagining three great celestial beings, Crown summoned a golden wall to see how his proficiency increased.

[Animal Taming: 4012/5000; Level 2]

"I'm too greedy."

The proficiency increased by more than thirty points, and it did not change because there was one more audience.

Smiling slightly disappointed, he closed his eyes and continued to meditate on the golden light spell.