My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Crown reported all the missing magical plant ingredients for refining the potion, and waited for the other party's answer slightly nervously.

If you can gather enough of these materials, you can improve your herbalism proficiency a lot, and maybe you can try to help little Allen make herbal potions.

Having one more extraordinary person will provide more guarantee for the stability of the church.

"I remember there are some. I'll look for them for you." Nick stood up. "I collected a year's worth of extraordinary materials and will exchange them with them when the church's supply team arrives before winter."

He walked to the wooden cabinet in the corner of the room and began to rummage through it.

"There are a lot of wild steel flowers and magic emperor grass, but there are only three requiem grasses. Do you want more?" The priest turned around and asked.

"Yes, as long as you have it, I want it all," Crown said with a smile: "Herbology requires a lot of refining to make great progress, but what should we trade for, spiritual coins?"

Nick nodded: "Yes, spiritual coin trading. However, this time I will give you a credit and the gray fog will come. The price of these magic plants should be lower. After all, the output will gradually increase."

As he spoke, he walked back to the center of the room and handed out the boxes in his hands: "You can weigh them yourself when you go back and report them to me."

"Okay", Crown took the thing and put it next to him.

He tilted his head and thought for a while, then asked: "Father, we can't get support from the church. Just relying on a few of our extraordinary beings is too passive. I wonder if we can also arm those mortals?"

"How to arm yourself?"

"Like the last time we were attacked by cultists, if we have enough firearms, those ordinary people can also cause enough damage to those mutated beasts. That way, we only need to deal with the extraordinary evil things."

"You're right, I've thought about this issue too, but Zach Town is a remote town, and the patrol team only has about thirty people. Their weapons are only ten semi-automatic rifles and forty pistols, and there is not enough ammunition. .After the consumption in the last battle, about a quarter of the bullets were consumed.

In this situation, if you want to buy guns and ammunition from other places, you can't buy them. It's better to find a qualified blacksmith to make a batch of bows and crossbows. There is also an abandoned iron ore cave nearby, and some ore can be excavated. Originally, I planned to wait until the defenses were built outside the church before starting to deal with this problem. "

The two discussed some details and food reserves. Unknowingly, the gray runes in the room lit up one after another and turned silver-white.

Crown saw that the surrounding walls, including the dome and floor, became transparent, as if they were floating in the endless starry sky.

At this time, there was gray mist filling the air, surging like demons with long fangs and claws.

He couldn't help but frowned: "How could the gray fog be outside? Then wouldn't the people in the church be..."

"When the red moon shines on the earth, the spirituality of the world is unprecedentedly active. The sanctuary communicates with the spiritual plane, so you can see the gray fog," Nick explained. "You can understand the spiritual plane as an illusory overlapping world."

"In fact, since the arrival of the red moon, the spiritual plane has begun to be eroded by this gray fog. The church does not know whether it is the evil gods who brought the gray fog, or the gray fog brought the evil gods. The function of the sanctuary is Isolate this erosion.”

Crown was puzzled: "In the real world, the erosion we suffer is not so serious, why do we still need to communicate to the spiritual plane? Although ordinary people do not feel this plane, are they also subject to this kind of erosion?"

"To answer your first question first, the church calls this kind of erosion spiritual pollution. It takes several days to get rid of the adverse effects. The spiritual sense of extraordinary people is more acute. In the outside world, we will definitely see erosion today.

Entering the sanctuary will completely isolate us from this kind of corrosion. We will not have to spend time getting rid of spiritual pollution, but we will also gain other benefits. "

Nick paused and continued: "The second question is that only when you sense the spiritual plane will you be eroded. Ordinary people are not spiritually sensitive, but they will not be polluted by this kind of soul.

For example, there is a tiger in front of two people. One person knows that the tiger can kill people, so he will have the emotion of fear. This person is the extraordinary person;

The other person is a fool who does not know that the tiger will eat him, but is not afraid. Ordinary people are such fools, and therefore they will not be spiritually polluted. "

Crown nodded, indicating that he understood.

The priest pointed outside: "Ignore the gray fog. It is impossible for them to break through the defense here, at least not in the past few years. The magic circle engraved in the sanctuary is a simplified version of the magic circle in the sanctuary in the previous era. This is The ability is still there.”

"The red moon shines, the magic circle in the sanctuary is automatically activated, and the spiritual factors in this area are active. This is the benefit I am talking about.

I want to start to understand the Bible, and maybe I can also understand a little bit of the true meaning of the law. You can do it yourself. "

After Nick finished speaking, he sat on the cushion and began to pray silently.

Croun also sat down cross-legged. The priest said that the sanctuary could be eroded by all, and he began to meditate on the golden light spell.

Sure enough, this time he did not become too restless and restless like the last full moon night. He concentrated on the visualization.

Forty days passed and he finished his meditation.

At this time, five hours had passed. He summoned the golden wall to check the increase in proficiency.

According to the previous growth rate, visualizing for forty weeks can probably increase the proficiency by eighty points.

[Golden Light Spell: 6806/50000; Level 1]

Not bad, the efficiency has increased by 50%, Crown grinned.

However, there was a long way to go to improve the Golden Light Spell, and he planned to spend the remaining time training his ability as a spirit master.

Taking out a golden spirit coin, a smile appeared on his face again.

Those low-quality spiritual coins have been purified into the highest quality gold through continuous soaking in golden light talisman water.

You must know that believers pray in the church hall most of the day, and the magic circle carved in it continuously produces holy water.

The operation of the magic circle can also purify the spiritual coins that Nick placed under the angel stone statue.

The priest said that now about ten gray spirit coins can be purified into gold in four or five days. It used to take half a year to achieve this effect, but one gray spirit coin only needs to be soaked in two pieces of golden light talisman water to purify it into gold.

He has another money-making skill, and now he has a total of thirty-six spirit coins in his hand.

Once the church regains contact with the outside world, Crown will prepare to purchase low-quality spiritual coins.

As the spiritual concentration of the world increases, the output of spiritual coins will also increase a lot in the future, and his business will become bigger and bigger. What limits his development is the output of golden light talismans.

Holding the spirit coin in his hand, Kroun took a few steps to the side. After getting a little further away from the priest, he sat down again and sunk his consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Through the literacy of extraordinary knowledge, he already understood how to improve the spirit master in the early stage.

Completely attaching his consciousness to the hourglass of time, he began to control the rotation of the hourglass.

Thin golden threads that were difficult to detect with the naked eye drifted from the spirit coins and disappeared into the palm of his hand.