My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

"Ahem." Nick swallowed some water into his trachea and coughed violently.

He coughed and hit his collarbone with the palm of his hand. After a while, his coughing gradually stopped.

Am I living in a dream? The priest raised his eyes and met Crown's half-smiling eyes.

"Yesterday, I didn't believe you when you said that breathing techniques can be advanced. You can do it!" Nick's expression relaxed.

He clenched his fist and punched the chest of the person in front of him slightly, and said happily: "Suddenly I realized that getting you into the church was the most correct decision I made in the past few years."

He couldn't help but be unhappy. Now, in a remote town, there were actually three second-level transcendent beings. Their strength was so powerful that it was comparable to the strength of the churches in those very large towns.

Being stronger means that the enemy becomes weaker. In this way, the safety of the church will be more assured.

"This will also be the most correct decision in your life," Crown said seriously.

"Asshole, you are cursing me to die quickly!" Nick feigned anger and punched out, but Croun easily dodged it.

"You are progressing too fast. Not being able to get the breathing techniques and auxiliary medicines in the second stage will delay your growth. I will report this situation to the church and see if I can get help. Even if it doesn't help, I will try my best. I will do my best to help you get the second stage of the breathing method."

"Thank you very much," Crown said sincerely. He put his hands on his chest and bowed: "May the God of Fire protect you and me."

Feeling his sincerity, Nick smiled heartily and said: "Work hard, young man, maybe I will follow you in the future."

"I won't keep you waiting long, hehe. Now go back and get some rest early. I'll keep watch here during the day, and let Geralt keep watch at night."

"Okay, I'll leave it to you. If something happens, I'll sound the alarm." Nickeliso agreed and left the cabin.

After Crown went out and watched him leave, he flew up to the tower on the left.

The three night watchmen on the top of the building greeted enthusiastically: "Hello, Sir Knight!"

"Hello, you guys should go back and rest now. I'll meditate here."

It was nice to be able to clock out early, and the night watchman happily left the tower.

At this time, the rising sun rises in the east and shines with golden light.

Most of the gray fog outside the wall melted quickly in the sunlight, while the other part quickly scattered into the shadows as if consciously.

Kroun sat cross-legged, made the Great Sun Seal with his hands, faced the rising sun, and began to visualize his heart turning into a red sun, illuminating the internal organs of the body. Later, the red sun fell into the Dantian and radiated golden light outside the body, and so on.

. . . .

When Geralt came to the gate of the wall, he happened to see Crown stretching his body like a civet cat and jumping gracefully from the tower.

"Why are you staying up there?"

"Baby in the sun, I don't see you coming out when nothing happens. Are you here to collect debts from me?"

"What is debt collection? I just take what I deserve. Do you still want to default on your hard-earned money? Just be a human being. Besides, without my professionalism and dedication, how could you have progressed so fast?!"

The demon hunter raised his arm, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Did you put something on the weapon last night? I put some medicine on it to stop the bleeding. This is not normal."

Crown looked at the scabbed wound and understood that it was the sharp effect of the basic swordsmanship in the extreme realm.

He shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't need to drug you in a friendly sparring. I just have some understanding of swordsmanship."

Geralt narrowed his eyes and circled around him, looking him up and down.

Some excellent sword skills can indeed achieve the effect of tearing wounds. For example, his sword skills can also cause this effect if the precise blow is struck solidly.

But when his arm was injured last night, the opponent clearly did not use superb sword skills.

The demon hunter shook his head and realized that the effect was not caused by the drug. He lost interest in continuing to ask questions. It was very impolite to ask about the specific abilities of extraordinary people.

"Sell me some of your talismans and seals. I will keep them as spares. I also want twenty Pure Heart Talismans and ten Golden Light Talismans."

Crown was a little suspicious of why the other party purchased so much at once. The former demon hunter was very stingy. He would be a fool not to earn money, so he readily agreed:

"I'll give it to you tonight, and you can give me the spiritual coins, and we can settle the account clearly."

"No problem," the demon hunter waved, "I'm going back first, goodbye."

Crown returned to the wooden house, drank a bottle of holy water, and drank a blood-boiling potion. He picked up his weapon and went out to practice breathing techniques and cross swords in the open space.

It wasn't that he didn't want to continue hiring the witcher as a sparring partner, but because he was about to run out of money and only had thirty-seven gold shields left.

Twenty of them should be paid to the demon hunter, and the rest should be kept to purchase medicinal herbs. The spiritual coins should be used to accelerate the proficiency of the liver golden light spell.

People got up one after another, the shanty towns began to become lively, and the sound of clanging and banging came from the blacksmith shop.

The sun spread light and heat, the sword flashed, and Crown began his selfless training.

. . . .

In the afternoon, as the sun set, Crown sat on a chair to rest.

He had just finished continuous practice and was checking today's training results.

[Fire Breath: 37/7000; Level 2]

[Fire Cross: 1496/2000; Level 1]

[Cross Sword: 1411/5000; Level 3]

A smile appeared on Crown's face. Not counting recovery and visualization time, he had trained for six and a half hours today. His cross sword proficiency increased by more than 170 points, and his efficiency was the same as the previous two days. That's more than a 60% increase.

The special effect of the sword's heart being clear can indeed greatly speed up the learning of other sword skills.

At this time, Del came over with a metal bow and a bag of arrows on his waist.

"Why don't you blacksmith anymore?" asked Crown.

"We've run out of materials. The ore dug out yesterday didn't yield much iron. We only smelted dozens of pounds of iron ingots. I've already smelted them all into crossbow arrows."

"Why do you use a bow? The priest said that the crossbow you made has an effective killing range of 100 meters."

Del raised the bow in his hand and said with a smile: "Limited by materials, the attack range and damage limit of the crossbow have been roughly fixed. I heard from the priest that the materials for making bows will get better and better in the future, as long as you have enough strength. , the bow will definitely do more damage than a crossbow, so I just want to practice it first."

Crown nodded slightly. If the research on metal materials and explosives in this world did not achieve great development, crossbows and firearms would really slowly become inferior to bows.

The trees will grow stronger and stronger, which is perfect for making bows. The sinews of monsters are stronger than those of wild beasts, so they will be the best bowstring material.

I have to practice bows and arrows when I have time. After advancing to the second level, my strength will be improved a lot. If I have a strong bow, I will have a long-range attack method to kill monsters.