Wizards Can Collect

　　 "Ah---it hurts!"

　　 In the corner of the room, Roque was applying medicated oil to Fermat. Fermat was too afraid of the pain, so he yelled when he touched it a little bit, so that he couldn't help but add weight and secretly give this disgusting fellow a little punishment.

　　 After a while, switching positions, he gritted his teeth without grunting.

　　 "Your hands are too strong, unlike me, you have a pair of dexterity and gentleness---"

　　 "Shut up!"

　　 He squeezed two words between his teeth. This guy is too long-winded. Since yesterday, his mouth has not stopped, and it won’t work for him to think alone for a while.

　　Actually, he and Fermat are not familiar with each other. They come from the same city and the same block. They have met before and haven't said a few words. After entering the castle, they are divided into adjacent beds. In an unfamiliar environment, the same place is naturally easy to hug.

　　 people really can't see their personality from the outside. Fermat is 1.7 meters tall and looks generous. I didn't expect to have such a bad personality.

　　 After a few days, he regretted knowing Fermat.

　　 "Rock, you can't talk to uncle like this, it's impolite." Fermat is a generation taller than him.

　　 Rock rolled his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

After taking the medicine and lying on the bed, he became idle, thinking about these days in his heart. From the age of twenty-five to fifteen, from the slum to the castle, he has been in a passive state and there is nothing. Figure it out.

　　 "Rock, when shall we move to Naiburg? Will there be a maid to serve us?"

"You think too much."

　　 "A male servant is fine too."

　　 "------"

　　 Inside the castle, I didn't dare to rush into it. I lay on the bed for three full days. Their injuries recovered 90%. They were waiting for someone to wait.

　　 Viscount Bambora fulfilled his promise and let them move into the inner fort. Although it was a room on the outer edge, it was a room for one person, and all kinds of aristocratic daily necessities were complete, as if they had transitioned to the life of aristocratic children.

　　 Except for the maid, there is no manservant.

'boom! ’

　　I was not polite at all. Rock closed the door and blocked Fermat outside. He came to tell Rock where he lived. The room between the two was far away.

　　 He quickly touched on other topics, depending on the situation, he could keep pushing.

　　 "This guy must have cast the wrong baby."

　　 Close your ears, and your ears are clear. Rock walked to a full-length mirror and looked at himself.

　　 This world is weird, like the Middle Ages, but there are some differences. The most obvious difference is power. There are extraordinary powers, such as the fighting spirit of knights, which are real things.

　　 Nobles use oil candles, use smooth and clear glass mirrors, and use mechanical clocks.

　　 Common people use black-smoky beast oil lamps, use a big iron ben in the middle of the town to watch the time, and fill pots with water to illuminate themselves, because glass is more expensive than iron products and common people can’t afford it.

　　 Until today, he didn't really see his appearance clearly.

　　 About 1.68 meters, bronze skin, black hair and blue eyes, three-dimensional facial features, very coordinated together, overall, pretty handsome.

　　 Except for a few exceptions, with a noble blood, plus a mother who can be admired by noble children, the appearance of illegitimate children is generally not bad, and his appearance is above average.

　　 In the crowd, he didn't venture to explore special abilities. This would be alone without disturbing him, so it was convenient for him to explore.

　　 a thought flashed in his mind, a panel similar to the one in the game appeared in front of him, the light curtain was close at hand, and the things on it were the same as last time, with no change at all.

　　 "What can I do?"

　　 He glanced left and right, and found that apart from the daily necessities, there was only an iron sword and the remaining healing medicine oil.

　　In order for him to learn sword skills, his mother deliberately frugalized and spent a lot of money to buy an iron sword. This sword was the most cherished thing of the predecessor and did not dare to damage it.

　　 "It's you."

　　 Apart from healing medicinal oil, he had no other choice, like ordinary soil and wood, he tried it with his ‘gathering’ ability, but there was no response at all.

　　‘Medicine oil essence*1’

　　 As his palm stretched out a phantom light, submerged in the healing medicinal oil, there was a red light ball under the panel, and his mind touched, and there was an extra line of information.

　　 After thinking about it, he didn't collect it.

　　 The data on the panel has changed-Collection (2/3).

　　 "No collection is counted, so it can't be used to detect item information. Once you choose not to go back, you must choose the object of collection carefully. After all, the number of collections is limited---"

　　Ability-Collection (1/3)

　　 activated the ability again, the small half bottle of healing medicinal oil in the iron bottle was gone, and only a few drops of similar things remained. It seemed that the oil was purer than before, with a lot less impurities.

　　 Rock held the iron sword, facing his arm, and didn't feel cruel.

　　 "I can't bear the slightest pain. Talk about becoming a knight, man, I can resist everything by gritting my teeth."

　　 I hypnotized myself, and pulled with my right hand, the blade pierced the skin, pulling out a scar of seven or eight centimeters long, and blood came out.

　　 Jin used too much.

　　According to his judgment, it will take at least two or three days for the wound to scab completely after being bandaged. Why? In the memories of his predecessor, there are similar cases in many injuries.

　　 A few drops of healing medicated oil, barely enough to use once, apply medicated oil essence and wrap it up with cloth.

　　 After calming down, he felt that he had done a stupid thing. If it affected the secret learning of tomorrow, it would be full of anger.

　　 After the bandage, I became idle again.

　　 There is another ‘acquisition’ ability on the panel. It looks a bit annoying. He doesn’t have obsessive-compulsive disorder. It just feels too wasteful and not conducive to groping ability.

　　 Rock went out and walked to other areas of the castle.

　　 The castle is like a manor. Except for the inner fort where the Bambora family lives, other areas have farmland, corrals, blacksmith workshops, small mills, bakeries, tailor workshops, schools, guards camps, etc., surrounded by tall walls.

　　 It took the Bambara family hundreds of years, generation after generation, to build this ancient castle, which symbolizes the rights and glory of the Bambara family.

　　 He sighed in his heart, unknowingly, walked to the corral, where the cattle and sheep were raised.

　　 There are hundreds of livestock in the pen. They are brought in from outside farms and bred for half a month. They can be slaughtered to prevent poisoning and the meat is fresh.

　　 The servant is busy, feeding the livestock with fodder, Rock is holding the animal pen, and seeing that no one is taking care of him, he secretly casts a ‘gathering’ on it.

　　 Nothing happens.

　　 "Sure enough, live animals cannot be collected!"

　　 The vegetables in the farmland can't be collected either. He guessed that the vegetables are too common. Like the soil under their feet, they have no value in collecting.

　　 "Hey, who is this young master? I can't wait for a few days. What does he think about coming out to inspect the castle so quickly?"

　　 Seeing no gain, he walked to the other side. When I met a few people I didn't know, I didn't want to talk to him, but the other party didn't let him go, so he made some mockery.

　　 "Master Alers, there seems to be a kitchen over there---"

　　 "Tsk tsk, I understand, he went to find food, look at his gluttonous appearance, I did not expect that I still have this kind of brother, this young master has to go back, because there is no face to see people."

　　 The master and servant are attached to one, like a brain-disabled villain on TV. Rock has a twenty-five-year-old soul at all, and he doesn't care about playing with a few stupid people.

　　 As if he hadn't heard or saw a few people, he continued to walk forward, passing them by.

　　 The remaining few people are messy in the wind~ messy.

　　 "I---I was ignored by that bastard?"

　　 After a while, Alers reacted and pointed to himself and asked his followers.

　　 How dare the servants respond, one by one bowed their heads.

　　 "Dare to ignore this young master?" Alers said with an ugly face, gritted his teeth, "Take me a solution and let him know the cost of ignoring me."

　　The servants dared to speak, and each of them became good at speaking.

　　 Roque didn’t know anything about what happened behind him. He had already reached the kitchen area. UU reading www.uukanshuu. com a small slaughterhouse.

"you are?"

　　 A middle-aged man with a big waist and a thick waist was busy, and when he saw him inside, he stopped working in his hands.

　　 "The group of people who just entered the castle, I'll look around, don't bother you!" Rock looked at the red-eyed cow being skinned, with a habitual smile on his face.

　　 "Just look at it." Simon the guy knew it, he didn't refuse, nor was he too polite.

　　 In fact, most of the servants in the castle do not know what to do with the arrival of illegitimate children. The smarter servants choose the state of ‘no offense and no compliment’.

　　 "Collect!"

　　 While the man turned around, Rock said silently.

　　‘Power*1’

　　‘Physique*1’

　　 The illusory panel is silently revealed, and there are two more red light clusters below.

　　 "You can only choose one? Strengthen your strength and expand your own advantages."

　　 "The power has increased by 0.2, isn't the displayed value 1?"

　　 After making a choice, another red light group disappeared, and the illusory light returned from the red eye cow and submerged in him, and the data on the panel changed.

　　 At the same time, a warm current was born out of thin air, flowing in his body, and disappearing in the blink of an eye. He clenched his fist, feeling inexplicably that the power above was half stronger.

　　 The demand for collection was in line with his guess, the red eye cow did not disappear, and the harvest was somewhat beyond his expectation. The ability limit was more than he thought, and he could not reach the sky in one step.

　　Red Eye Cattle is a kind of edible cattle, of medium quality, all year round consumption helps to strengthen the body and is beneficial to practice.

　　 After doing business, Roque did not continue to wander, and returned to the house.

　　 In the evening, the servant brought supper. I don’t know if it was his illusion. I always feel that today’s beef tastes a lot worse than the last one.