My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

The moonlight is like water, gently caressing the earth.

Kroun made moonlight seals on his hands and visualized the bright moon shining on God.

When the moonlight became more intense and a chill spread over his body, he turned his seal into a palm and slowly drew back his power.

[Golden Light Spell: 4672/50000; Level 1]

At this time of year, because the sun comes out too late in the morning, the time to bathe in the warm sun and meditate is less than an hour. With the onset of severe winter, this time will be even less. Now, in one day, his proficiency in the Golden Light Spell can only increase by about 80 points. .

Boom boom.

There was a knock on the door, and Crown quickly stepped forward to open the door: "Mr. Geralt, Alan, please come in quickly."

In recent days, every time this time comes, the two demon hunters will arrive on time.

"Brother, I'm disturbing you again." He said "I'm disturbing you", but the boy didn't feel any embarrassment on his face. Instead, he was a little excited.

In the name of early training, the master and the apprentice would come to have dinner every night and practice for about half an hour more.

"Snapped"

Crown snapped his fingers and responded with a smile: "Let's eat first."

"okay!"

Allen cheered and followed him to the backyard to help.

Soon, the table was filled with dinner.

Sauced pork elbow, braised beef, mutton stewed with radish, pork belly with dried vegetables, and spicy and sour belly soup. There are not many types of dishes, but the portions are large and filling.

Allen's mouth was full, and he complimented while eating: "Brother's craftsmanship is incredible. If you open a tavern, the business will be very good."

Crown summoned a golden wall, glanced at his skills, and felt proud: 'Whatever I do, I will succeed! ’

[Cooking: 2786/5000; Level 3]

Several people finished the entire table of food in a hurry. After a short rest, Crown and Geralt began sword training.

As for swordsmanship, Allen was completely defeated by him three days ago, so the demon hunter could only provide guidance and training in person.

Crown attacked with all his strength. He knew that he could not hurt the demon hunter, because the opponent had already advanced to the extraordinary level. If he showed his true strength, he would be able to defeat him.

Picking, stabbing, cutting, double cross, reverse cross, various cross sword moves are connected through basic sword skills. His sword skills are like mercury pouring down the ground, fast and fierce.

Geralt looked calm, neutralizing attacks one by one, and launched a lightning-fast attack when his opponent's sword moves were not smooth enough.

Kroun concentrated on dealing with it, squeezing his own potential.

Time always flies when there are no distractions. When Allen shouted, "There is enough time for training today," the bright moon was already hanging in the sky.

The two fighting men put away their weapons and said goodbye to each other.

[Basic Sword Skill: 2895/5000; Level 3]

[Cross Sword: 1436/2000; Level 2]

Seeing the continuous improvement of swordsmanship, Crown felt happy.

The demon hunter's swordsmanship has been refined over time, which puts a lot of pressure on him, but it is precisely because of such strong pressure that he has made such rapid progress.

He estimated that with another half month of practice, both skills would definitely improve.

. . . .

On the way back to the hotel, the demon hunter master and apprentice were completely silent, with only the slight footsteps of the two of them echoing in the night streets.

Allen raised his face and asked: "Teacher, does his swordsmanship give people the feeling that he is improving all the time?"

When the boy told the teacher that he was no longer qualified to be a sparring partner, he was severely scolded by the teacher.

The witcher thought that his student had been slacking off recently and his swordsmanship had deteriorated, so he was helpless against a knight's squire. No matter how the boy explained, he didn't believe it.

Of course, Geralt understood his student's thoughts and said with a smile: "Yes, his progress is continuous. However, he has not been promoted to extraordinary, nor has he received the hard training of a demon hunter apprentice. You and he are facing each other." I won’t accept it if you only have the power to parry.”

"Teacher, people have talents. Just like cooking, some people cook better than others. There is no way to help it. However, my talent is not swordsmanship, but seals. I haven't really Once you advance to become a demon hunter, you will be able to use some magic seals. Other apprentices cannot reach my mental strength at all, right?!"

The white-haired man smiled: "Yes, your talent is in Fayin. You only noticed the progress of his swordsmanship, but you also ignored one thing. His endurance is also constantly improving. Although it is not as obvious as the swordsmanship improvement, it has been slowing down." It’s getting better slowly. It’s really unbelievable, as if there is no upper limit to the improvement of his physical fitness.”

Hearing the teacher's words, Allen also recalled the details of their training today. The two only took a short break of 5 minutes in the middle, and they were engaged in high-intensity fighting for the rest of the time!

. . . .

It was late at night, and the light was still on in Nick's room in the church.

He is writing a letter about today's investigation report in Zarudo Village.

It faithfully recorded what the village saw, and he wrote his own guess at the end of the letter.

'ultio', this word means revenge in the Hermetic language. Those plunderers brutally massacred the entire population of the village and left provocative words. I think it was the cult Panra that has been suppressed by the church for thousands of years. The remnants of Sri Lanka.

This cult was suppressed by our ancestors and fled into the vast Andes Mountains.

The remaining traces in the village clearly bear the malicious remnants of evil spells like Flesh Alchemy. It is obvious that this evil spell was successful.

I'm worried that this is just the beginning, and the cultists will unleash a more bloody revenge in the Zach Town area.

I am the only servant of the Lord currently stationed in this remote parish, and I am unable to support myself.

I implore the bishop to send some capable exorcist priests to conduct a detailed investigation and not to make the cult bigger. Otherwise, this will be a disaster for Zach Town.

What's more, it will endanger the safety of Rhine City.

Exorcist priest Nick Mizon, the 21st day of the frost month, 163 years of the New Calendar.

After the priest finished writing the letter, he took off the ring in his hand and stamped it with his seal.

When the ink on the paper dried, he carefully folded it into a cylinder and stuffed it into a bamboo tube.

He opened the door and went out to the pigeon cot.

Finding the gray pigeon with red cloud patterns on its body, he tied a bamboo tube to its leg and let it fly.

This is a homing pigeon specially raised by the church and can fly at night.

Seeing the doves shot into the sky like arrows piercing the clouds and flying into the distance, the priest returned to the room with a solemn expression.

Flesh alchemy is a taboo magic that uses the spiritual organs of living creatures to refine monsters. All major spiritual churches prohibit the spread of this evil magic.

The success rate of this spell is very low, but it can create powerful monsters with high growth potential. If such monsters grow successfully, they will be walking disasters.

"I hope the bishop can quickly dispatch an investigation team this time, otherwise, the Zach Town area may be the first stop for the cult's revenge."

Worried, Nick suffered from insomnia.