My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Back home, Crown started a fire and cooked rice in an orderly manner.

After filling a few thick pieces of wood into the stove, he began to make moonlight seals and visualize the bright moon shining silently.

Just pinch it a little bit, and the hour of unity has arrived.

Over time, you will always see the powerful power of this divine spell.

Therefore, he never wastes time during Mao Shi and You Shi.

Recently, his schedule has been full and he has too many things to do.

Breathing techniques, making Taoist talismans, refining potions, learning the basic knowledge of the extraordinary world, he wished he could split it in half and use it alone.

The two priests were arranging something mysteriously, which gave him a vague feeling. He wanted to make greater progress in a shorter time.

After the unitary hour passed, Kroun stopped to meditate, his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and found that the moon dew in the crystal ball increased again, and the silver solution was close to overflowing again.

Tonight, he will make all the pure heart talisman papers he has accumulated in his hands.

Summoning the golden wall, he looked at the top line of blue words.

[Golden Light Spell: 5069/50000; Level 1]

It became a habit of his to check the progress of the Golden Light Spell after each visualization.

Small progress will also make him smile, and seeing the slow increase in proficiency makes him feel much better.

Go to the backyard, take down the rice pot and replace it with a saucepan.

Inside is a large pot full of marinated chicken.

Add enoki mushrooms and potatoes, then add pepper, chili pepper and other seasonings, simmer for half an hour, and the fragrant braised chicken is ready.

At the end, cut a few onions and sprinkle them on top. It looks great too.

The knock on the door sounded on time, and the demon hunter master and apprentice arrived after smelling the smell.

Crown often wonders, do these two people also have the ability of the hourglass of time? Why do they always arrive at the same time as the meal?

He walked quickly to the door and opened it.

"Oh, the smell of braised chicken is making my mouth water." Allen was already shouting before he even entered the room.

"Haha, eight big roosters were stewed, enough for us to eat." Kroun stepped aside and invited the two of them in.

"Even though I've eaten this dish several times, I still can't help but salivate every time I smell this aroma." The demon hunter walked into the house with a smile and walked straight to the backyard.

Soon, the dining table was filled.

Everyone has a big bowl filled with rice and a plate full of chicken in front of them.

Crown shook his head secretly. The main way for knights and demon hunters to replenish their energy was to rely on food. This resulted in a phenomenon where there were three "food buckets" sitting on one table.

Except for Allen, the other two ate fairly elegantly, but not at all slowly.

The bottom of the rice and stewed chicken was visible to the naked eye, and within ten minutes, all the food was gone.

"It's so delicious. I never get tired of it no matter how much I eat." Allen patted his belly with satisfaction, "burped" and made another happy sound after a full meal.

"I told you to eat slowly, but you didn't listen." The demon hunter poured a glass of water for the boy and touched his head.

"Hey," Xiao Zhengtai stuck out his tongue playfully and took the water glass, "Thank you, teacher."

"Mr. Geralt," Crown said, "After today's sparring session, I would like to suspend your employment."

"Ahem", Allen almost choked on the water, "Brother, what's the matter? Don't you want to practice your sword skills anymore? Now, can't we come here for dinner at night?"

It was obvious that the boy had other reasons for concern.

Crown couldn't help showing a knowing smile and explained: "My swordsmanship has improved a lot recently, and it is almost impossible to maintain the original rate of improvement, so I want to suspend this employment. In this way, I can give more The time is used to refine the potion and improve my abilities. Only in this way can I be confident of refining the herbal potion."

This reason is both high-sounding and true.

In fact, he doesn't need to explain anything. It's his freedom to hire or not, but during this time together, they have become relatively good friends.

Geralt smoothed the white hair from his forehead and nodded gently: "The employment matter is of course based on your wishes. However, you said that your swordsmanship has improved a lot, so I remain skeptical."

In yesterday's sparring session, Crown's swordsmanship was indeed much more sophisticated than at the beginning, but in his eyes, there were still some loopholes.

In this world where evil is becoming increasingly powerful, the Crusaders of the Flame Lord Church are also considered a high-risk profession. Compared with the situation of the demon hunters who often fight alone, it is a little better.

As a friend, he felt that he had an obligation to be reminded by his friends so that he could have a clearer understanding of his own strength and avoid unnecessary injuries caused by arrogance.

Crown's eyebrows were flying: "I also want to test how much strength I can let sir use now."

"As you wish," the demon hunter made a gesture of invitation, and the two of them walked towards the backyard one after another.

The moonlight is like water, like a mother's gentle hand caressing her child.

Crown stood still, drew his sword and raised it straight.

The demon hunter laughed "haha" and stepped forward, like a butterfly teasing flowers, circling his opponent and attacking fiercely.

He let go of 80% of his strength and wanted to teach the other party well.

As a demon hunter who has undergone a second mutation, his endurance, strength, and speed are much higher than ordinary demon hunters.

Especially his endurance, his durability will amaze all extraordinary people. Therefore, he is not afraid of physical exertion at all.

In his opinion, the battle would be over within twenty minutes, which was the pride of a high-level demon hunter.

Facts have proved that the demon hunter overestimated his own strength. To be more precise, he underestimated the opponent's growth rate, which really changed every day.

Crown was attentive and focused as never before. The combat skills of the demon hunters are a level higher than those of Marshall and Savas.

With his current strength, he can steadily suppress the two of them, but facing Geralt, he is the one who is firmly suppressed.

Many times, what he thinks about is not how to win, but how to avoid injuries.

At this time, there were multiple wounds on his arms and lower back.

Fortunately, the wound was not deep, so I expected the witcher to be merciful.

He felt that the witcher's attack was like the huge waves in the sea, and he was like the rocks on the shore that were constantly being beaten.

Many times, this rock is completely engulfed by the waves, but when the tide recedes, his figure still stands upright.

Half an hour passed and he was still fighting.

At this moment, he was familiar with the witcher's fighting rhythm, and the number of injuries became less frequent, and he was even able to occasionally launch a counterattack.

His physical strength has dropped a lot, but his movements are still sharp.

Another ten minutes passed, and the solemnity in Geralt's eyes became heavier and heavier. It took him so long that he still couldn't win a knight who had just been promoted to extraordinary.

If this continues, the big words I just said will hurt my own feet.

He is also a human being, and he also wants to save face!

Taking a deep breath, he released all his strength and suddenly stepped forward and struck down hard.

The veins in his right hand were exposed and the muscles were taut. The sword reflected the moonlight and emitted a cold light.