My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

When the outgoing team returned to the outside of the church, Geralt came from the front to the back.

He pointed to the black shadow high in the sky in the distance and said with a gloomy smile: "It looks like we are being targeted."

Crown didn't look back. He had already noticed this situation: "This kind of monster is very fast, but not very powerful. It is only a small hidden danger for us, but it will be difficult for ordinary people."

"Do you want to set up an ambush and trap a few of them?" The demon hunter raised his eyebrows and made a downward motion with his right hand.

"Trapping, who will be the bait? Based on what we know so far, the monster is interested in fresh meat, but the current situation in the town means that apart from people, there are only a few horses available."

"Monsters can tell the strength of people, and people who are capable of protecting themselves cannot induce them to attack. Ordinary people are likely to give away food when used as bait, unless they are prepared to sacrifice themselves."

Crown's eyes gradually turned evil when he looked at the witcher. It wasn't that he was morally noble, but that he couldn't bear to be treated as a victim, even though the victim was not himself.

"Tsk, tsk, look at the look in your eyes." Geralt's mouth cracked and he said teasingly: "You must have misunderstood. I have a formula that can create a very strong smell of blood. I once used it to trap and kill a vampire. bird."

"Then we can give it a try. Do you have any plans?" Crown's face softened and he smiled again.

The witcher leaned close to him and whispered a few words, and then said: "As long as you understand how they distinguish the difficulty of their prey, my method will be easy to succeed."

The inspectors on the tower saw the convoy coming back from a distance and opened the gate.

Nick stood at the door to greet everyone. The man waiting by the side without going out clearly divided the work and carried the wood and ore to the corresponding places.

The priest glanced at the injured man and whispered: "It doesn't look like it's going well."

"We ran into some trouble. A group of unrecognizable mutated banshees appeared in the woods near the mine. I don't know if they happened to pass by or if they have long-term plans to take root."

"No one seems to have died. Is it not a big problem?"

If the human corpses were not brought back, they would have become the monster's midnight snack. Crown sighed helplessly: "Two people died and were captured by the monster. Let's go inside and talk."

"Let's chat, we have to go back, and we have to be considered for perfect attendance today," Geralt said hello and pulled his students away.

The two entered the wooden house, and Croun told the whole story and asked: "Father, can you enchant the arrows with a scorching weapon?"

In today's battle, he suffered the disadvantage of not having a long-range attack method. Otherwise, he was confident that he would have left a few more monsters behind.

He currently only has four bullets left in his hand, and it is imperative to learn archery.

Nick nodded and then shook his head: "Yes, yes, but this enchantment has a duration, and ordinary metal arrows are easily softened by the enchanted elemental power, thus losing their sharpness."

"Can I learn this kind of enchantment?"

It is better to know how to fish than to eat other people's fish. Crown's real purpose is to learn another craft.

"Haha, I'm afraid you can't learn it," Nick explained, "This method requires one's own spiritual power, or elemental power. Just like a warlock, one must have this talent to use it.

Then we attach spiritual power to the weapon through mental mimicry, which is not the same system as your infusing the source of life into the weapon to form a fire element attack. "

"That's it." Kroun was a little disappointed. "I also told Avina that she had a chance to be trained as a priest. It turns out there is no hope at all."

"What you said is not wrong. She is not hopeless. The concentration of spiritual energy in the world is constantly increasing. If she really has talent in her bloodline, she will awaken sooner or later, and so will you."

"Is there a high chance of awakening?"

Nick smiled and said: "It's good to keep a normal mind."

Croun bared his teeth. Hearing this tone, most people still had no chance.

After being lost for two or three seconds, his emotions recovered. God had treated him well. He had traveled through time and space, and he had encountered everything that book lovers dreamed of. What else could he be dissatisfied with?

"Will warriors have that kind of spiritual armor?"

Because he progressed too quickly, he didn't know much about the methods of the warrior system. Extraordinary basic knowledge is worthy of its name as basic, and only introduces first-level professionals.

"Of course there will be. The attack and defense of high-level warriors are also quite powerful. In our church, the top warriors can be as good as priests of the same level."

Nick fell into memories, and after a while, he continued: "When I was training as a priest in Rhine City, I was fortunate to meet the third-order flame fighter Cavendish Sith and Cardinal Flanders McLean discussion.

Lord Cavendi was not wearing armor, just cloth. His Life Source Armor was bombarded many times by Lord Flanders but remained as stable as ever. The scene is still fresh in people's memory. "

The priest's voice began to become excited: "Before that, it was everyone's consensus that priests in the Holy Fire Cathedral could completely defeat soldiers of the same level, but Lord Cavendi single-handedly changed everyone's views.

I still remember what he said at that time, ‘There are no rubbish extraordinary professions, only rubbish extraordinary people. ’”

Crown's eyes widened and he thought to himself: 'There are no rubbish professions, only rubbish players. This was also well-known in his previous life. ’

. . . .

As the sun set, Hans carried the basket of herbs on his back, his body covered with a layer of orange-red light, and his long shadow followed his steps back to the church.

"Hey, old Hans, I thought you would never come back," someone on the tower said hello with a smile.

"I go out to collect some herbs and make a living. This is the only way I can make a living. I'm old and can't do heavy work anymore."

"Tch, stop crying about being poor. I heard that the Lord Knight bought your herbs at a high price. When will you treat us to a drink?"

"Sure, when old Jason's hotel reopens, I'll treat everyone to a drink."

"Haha, the stingy old Hans has become more generous. Just wait, I will go down and open the door for you right away."

"Crack-click", with the sound of gears turning, the heavy wooden door opened.

Hans joked a little with the acquaintances guarding the door, and said goodbye: "I will also give the herbs to the Lord Knight, and we will talk in the evening."

"Go ahead, go ahead. Don't forget to treat everyone to a drink when you get rich."

Hans walked briskly towards the church door. When he passed the bell tower and saw the copper bell hanging under the eaves, he stopped.

He stared at the copper bell intently, seemingly attracted by the flame cloud patterns on it.

After a while, a flash of sarcasm appeared on his face. Then, he returned to his usual cheerful expression and stepped forward towards the backyard of the church.