Wizard: Gou adds some demon hunting in the Steam Age

Wei En checked the lower panel. Under the companion contract, there was an extra column above the skill column - expertise.

There is only one specialty in [Ballistic Control], and the specialty description is "Has the ability to modify or control the ballistic path of firearms."

In addition to his expertise, he also received many basic rewards.

The mental level reached 57.84, the toughness level was 43, and there were still 134 survival points left.

Do you want to upgrade other abilities?

Wei En looked at the panel, thought about it, and decided to keep it for now.

After the meditation method is improved, another source body should be added, but now he does not have much energy and gold to learn the knowledge of the third spell system.

As for other skills, there is no need to improve those that can be improved, and the survival points that I want to improve are not enough.

Mechanical Box (Death) and Spearmanship, one requires 500 survival points, and the other requires more, 1,000 survival points.

We can only wait to obtain new abilities later, or add points to improve as needed...

Wayne turned off the panel, felt his almost hungry belly, hurriedly left the studio, went back to the attic bedroom and ate a whole pound of black bread.

"If we continue to improve like this, I'm afraid my appetite will become bigger and bigger in the future..."

Although Wei En is very happy that he has become stronger, he doesn't have enough money.

Especially during lunch these two days, Lacey and Marco looked at his belly with weird expressions when they were paying the bill.

Vaguely, he also heard words such as "I don't see my belly getting bigger, I can eat it so much".

Wei En glanced at the zombie lady squatting in the corner looking out the window, and thought with envy: It would be great if I didn't have to eat like her...

Transformation of the undead?

I have seen it in the apprentice manual before. There are many undead wizards in the school who have transformed themselves into undead creatures...

Maybe they also chose this way because they had no money to eat.

Wei En sighed, "Hey, we still have to make money."

Then he opened the pocket watch tool box, took out the "typewriter" necessary for an intelligence officer, and started today's intelligence transmission.

No matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat...

"August 12, 1578 in the New Calendar, the weather is fine."

"Dear Liaison Officer, this morning the 'Thousand Faces' Claire of the Eternal Life Society appeared in the core area of ​​the city-state and killed..."

"Later, the city-state city guards, secret coordinators, and clergymen of the Dawn Church joined forces to defeat and drive away Claire..."

"Due to the distance, we didn't get the reason why Claire attacked these civilians..."

"—Custer Intelligence Officer Wayne Loft."

Although Wayne really didn't want to cooperate in completing the mission of the liaison officer, the only major event that could be reported today was that Claire appeared in the Dumitru neighborhood and attacked and killed several civilians.

As the information was transmitted, he still didn't have to wait too long.

Soon, the blue and white box made a jingling sound.

Wei En took out the money and counted it, "Just give me this little??"

He thought that such information would give him at least 1 to 2 gold pounds as a reward, but he didn't expect that it was only 15 shillings...

I don’t know how the liaison officer judges the value of intelligence?

Wei En calculated that he still had a little more than 1 gold pound left, which could only support his daily expenses.

In addition, he also needs to purchase magic knowledge, materials and tools for making potions and mechanical puppets, and he also owes Marco 2 gold pounds...

"poverty."

It’s still ‘poor’ in capital letters…

It seems that even if he sells those potions, it will not change his lack of money in a short time.

Thinking of this, Wei En packed up his tool box depressedly and lay back on the bed to rest.

He didn't sleep the night before, and he also felt a little tired, not physically, but mentally, he no longer had the excitement brought about by improving his strength.

In addition, acquiring so much knowledge about gun skills also made him feel a little heavy.

It was as if a foreign object was pressed into his soul, giving him an extremely awkward feeling.

Not long after, he fell into a deep sleep.

"Risi."

"Apu."

After he fell asleep, the ghost and the driver looked at each other and quietly increased the volume to relieve the frustration of being unable to speak for a long time.

The zombie lady in the corner seemed to have not seen them. She was still staring quietly out of the window, like a well-educated noble lady...

[Congratulations, have a safe day. Comment: Destiny always favors those who are diligent and hardworking. Congratulations on your growing into a strong weak chicken. Reward: Survival Points +3. 】

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The next day, it wasn't until the sun rose and the bells of Krims Cathedral rang for the fourth time that Wayne woke up from his deep sleep.

"Good morning, Ghost, driver, and Miss Sawa."

The ghost and the driver said in unison: "Good morning, Baba."

"Good morning, Mr. Wizard." Sawa looked at Wei En and stiffly performed an extremely weird aristocratic salute.

Wei En looked at her movements with a strange expression, feeling that Miss Zombie's body was really unable to bear the complexity of noble etiquette.

If her stiff head turned a few more degrees, she might be able to see her back.

After thinking for a moment, Wei En gave up his plan to persuade her not to make such a move in the future.

They are already undead creatures, so they probably won’t kill themselves just because of a few actions...

"Is it almost ten o'clock?"

Wayne looked at the clock, got up quickly, washed up, changed clothes, and made a few bites of breakfast, "Sawa, I have to trouble you to take care of the house today."

After saying that, without waiting for Ms. Zombie's reply, he carried the box and walked out.

"……good."

Sharapova stared at the things in the room with pale eyes.

After a long while, she took a few stiff steps, found a broom and tidied the room...

"Good morning, Uncle Euan,"

Wei En locked the door and happened to see Euan sending an old man with gray hair out. He said hello and was about to leave.

"Wait, Wayne."

"Um?"

Euan waved his hand to signal him to wait a moment, then looked at the old man and said apologetically: "Thank you for coming. I fully respect Carly's choice."

"You're welcome. This is what I should do as teacher Carly."

The old man had a kind face and was wearing a white robe. He looked like an ordinary believer of Dawn Church.

"Mr. You'an, I still have things to deal with, so I'll leave first."

After saying this, he nodded to Wei En before turning and walking towards the core area.

After he left, Wei En asked doubtfully: "What's wrong, Uncle Euan? Who was that just now?"

Carly's teacher? Is that the bishop?

"Shh,"

Euan raised his index finger and cautiously came closer and said, "Andrews Herzog, the bishop of the Dawn Church in Custer, is a big shot."

really.

Wei En's heart trembled, he was indeed a big shot.

"What is he here for?"

"That's what I want to tell you,"

Euan sighed and said, "Since you already know Carly's identity, I won't hide it from you. That adult wants to arrange for Carly to study in the Secret Adjustment Department for a period of time."

"Huh? Huh? Sister Carly is coming to the secret blending department?"