Ride and Cut

"The farther the distance is, the more obvious the deviation is, and the closer the distance is, the more negligible it is."

"So it has almost no effect in close combat." Li Chachang sighed. If he said that he was not depressed, it would be a lie to the undead. "But for archery or throwing, it is very fatal."

The lord pointed to the silent centaur beside him, "Hurt must know that if you shoot an arrow with just a slight shake of your hand, you will miss it. In particular, what you need is the accuracy of the head, rather than the feel of the hand."

"Actually, throwing is the same." Gunther said with sympathy.

"My feeling was wrong from the beginning, so the more stable your hand, the sharper your eyesight, and the more you study and practice hard, the more you will miss your shot." The lord laughed at himself, "It's like solving a geometry problem. If you think wrong and just blindly pursue accuracy in calculation, it's better to just fill in the answer."

"Conversely, since you will not be able to hit the target no matter what, it means that all the attempts you have made are correct." Aunt Melissa accidentally made a stab, hitting the vital point, causing Li Cha to spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"It's not the widow's fault, it's the heavens who want to kill me!" He snapped his teeth and claws.

"Bah, bah, bah." Although Buckland didn't quite understand, he knew that it was definitely not auspicious. The old man was very superstitious, so he quickly poohed twice to drive away the bad luck.

"Didn't you ask Your Majesty if there is any solution?" Annie asked with concern.

"John II said that there is no good way." Richard smiled wryly, "There are too many secrets hidden in the human soul and body, and there are barely two ways to say it."

"Either wait for the passage of time to heal itself - but I guess it's enough, the fever was almost twenty years ago, if it doesn't heal itself by now, there is probably not much hope in a short time." Li Cha's family knows his own affairs.

Even if it is the same disharmony between body and soul, he is definitely much more serious than ordinary cases, and the hope of self-healing is definitely very slim.

"How can there be a second type?" The half-elf chick continued to ask.

"Or, it's okay to advance to the Temple of Apocalypse." Richard responded word by word.

The apocalypse is to the church what the magister is to the magician, the bishop is to the priest, and the sword master is to the swordsman. That is the ultimate, the apex, the pinnacle.

As a system for intensively studying the soul and body, the Holy Word Prayer, once cultivated to the peak and turn decay into magic, the difficult-to-reach harmony of soul and body will become a piece of cake.

"Oh, that's even more hopeless." Buckland rolled his eyes bluntly after hearing this, "Go to sleep, it doesn't matter to you whether you hit the shot or not."

It's not that he deliberately pissed people off, and it's not that he didn't like Li Cha.

But any road, if you want to take the last step to produce a qualitative change, the difficulty can only be described as an exaggeration! Talent, talent, and spirituality are just the most basic things. Of course, luck, chance, and timing are also indispensable, as well as perseverance, perseverance, perseverance, and loneliness.

That's harsh.

Ninety-nine out of ten magicians in this world have never dreamed of becoming a magister one day. Because if it is really measured by that standard, the only thing they can do is to buy a brick and shoot themselves to death!

So even a magister who never practiced lethal spells like Archmage Du Pont, Pompeii still gave top-notch courtesy—his wisdom alone deserved this respect!

Looking at it horizontally and vertically, to be fair, frankly speaking, it’s not a big deal—the Lord of the Alpine Castle doesn’t look like that material at all.

"This is still a little hopeful." The lord said anxiously, almost not being pissed off.

"There is hope, there is great hope." Seeing that he was going to get angry, a group of people quickly nodded in agreement.

"..." Li Cha swears, he really wants to beat this group of people, and let them know that absolute violence is absolute truth.

But looking at the concerned faces, I felt powerless, so I could only continue to say: "Also, I have some clues about Dracula."

"Look, Richard's trip was really not in vain, but he wiped out all the people in the Holy Light Church." Buckland said cheerfully.

"Make the emperor work hard, and the subordinates will die." Dracula was wearing a black outer cloak and inner red cloak, sitting in the darkest corner, there was only one expression on his handsome face, that was complete indifference.

"Why do you call Li Cha your lord?" Annie asked curiously.

"Otherwise, it cannot reflect my loyalty." Dracula's voice rose and fell, like an aria in the dark.

Li Cha directly covered his face, and the public execution was the deadliest.

He had known for a long time that the blood magic stone would affect the mind, but he never expected that it would affect him like this.

"So what happened to Dracula?" Buckland brought back the topic of wandering.

"It should be the blood type." Li Cha looked at the blank faces, and really didn't want to tell them what blood type is - because he didn't understand it himself.

"You just need to know how many types of blood in the human body can be divided."

"I read the blood magic stone transplant records in the Church of the Holy Light. The strength of blood is clearly divided into four grades. At that time, I was a little suspicious of the blood type." The lord folded his fingers and put them on the table. "Later, I saw that in the blood knight, there are occasionally special cases called 'heterogeneous species'."

"Aliens are completely different from ordinary blood knights. Some are ridiculously strong, but most are surprisingly weak. Coupled with eccentric personalities, they are often destroyed as soon as they are born." Li Cha raised an index finger, "Please pay attention to the important point - the proportion distribution of aliens is roughly the same as that of rare blood types."

"Doesn't this mean..." Gunther whispered.

In fact, he didn't understand anything, he just saw that other people didn't speak, and enlivened the atmosphere.

"The function of the blood magic stone is determined by the blood type." Li Cha certainly knows what kind of man Gang Manzi is. "The four mainstream blood types correspond to the four grades of blood knights, and the rare blood types will create different species."

He flattened his arm and pointed at Dracula in the shadow of the corner, "If you guessed correctly, he is a rare blood type, that is, a so-called alien."

"If there is such a thing as blood type, this guess is quite reasonable." Sister Melissa nodded slightly in affirmation.

But even this well-informed elf mistress has never heard of a "blood type".

"I'm really surprised, where did you learn so much weird knowledge?" Buckland's face was full of confusion and confusion, "As a fairly qualified naturalist, I've never heard of it. It's really...unbelievable, unbelievable."

The Lord Lord pondered for a long time, revealing an indescribably complex expression.

His answer itself was a bit emotional - "In my hometown."

Tomorrow should be able to continue the double update