Chapter 110 Probability Skills = Don’t be shameful if you don’t have a good face
At night, Mo Cheng took the initiative to take over the task of keeping watch, allowing Wendysa and Margaret, who had been besieged for several days without a good rest, to have a good rest.
As for the others who signed up to keep watch, Mo Cheng only picked out a few who looked in good spirits to join in the watch.
Looking at the completely unfamiliar galaxy above his head, Mo Cheng emptied his mind and at the same time amplified his senses, listening to the crawling of insects under the sand and gravel, the sound of nocturnal creatures cautiously approaching water sources to replenish water, and the flapping of wings of flying creatures that only appeared at night.
And the sound of footsteps behind me.
Without looking back, he knew who was behind him just by the sound of footsteps. "Aren't you going to bed? I thought you were tired after being besieged for the past few days."
Margaret sat down next to Mo Cheng, the night breeze gently blowing her hair. "The workload in the first week after taking over the law enforcement team was even greater than this. This level of fatigue is not enough to warrant a rest. If anyone really needs to rest, it should be Aunt Wendisa and those poor people who were frightened."
As seventh-tier warriors, if Margaret and Wendisa wanted to leave, the one-eyed commander's thousands of men would not be able to stop them. After seeing Wendisa and Margaret consciously protecting the civilians, the one-eyed guy thought of a wicked way.
He drove all the surrounding civilians here, and then waited for the rescue of Margaret and Wendisa, and sent a request for help to the elite troops who specialized in dealing with the strong. At the same time, the one-eyed commander issued an order that as soon as Margaret and Wendisa rushed out to try to kill these thousands of people, everyone should disperse and attack the civilians.
In this way, he demonstrated his lowest tactic of sending civilians to war and successfully held back two powerful fighters with thousands of troops.
If Mo Cheng hadn't come, perhaps these people would have died just like the history Margaret knew.
"Are you confused?"
Keeping vigil is always a boring thing, especially when there is no mobile phone to use. At this time, even Mo Cheng has to find some topics to chat about.
Margaret nodded, she hesitated a little, lowered her voice, and said in a disappointed tone: "Aunt Wendissa, it's a little different from what is recorded in the family."
Whether going to the battlefield to kill the enemy is right or wrong is definitely not within Margaret's scope of doubt. Mo Cheng even suspects that based on Martha's personality, she might take young Margaret to the battlefield to experience the cruelty up close.
In Mo Cheng's eyes, Margaret's current behavior is more like a fan who has come into close contact with her idol and found that her idol can brag and talk nonsense, is also worldly, and has a very weird personality, not at all as aloof as on TV. It is completely like the reality that has completely shattered the image of her idol in her heart, and her mind is full of disbelief.
Mo Cheng didn't bother asking what the image of Wendissa was as recorded in Margaret's family. Most of the descriptions were very positive.
Then a certain young girl took it seriously, and probably imitated the perfect image in her mind a lot in her daily life.
In short, Mo Cheng had seen Margaret like this many times before, commonly known as the collapse of an idol.
“Longing is the emotion farthest from understanding.”
Pushing his glasses, Mo Cheng secretly regretted not choosing the lightning element. That way, he could use his hairspray hands to imitate the person who said this. "If you really want to understand Ms. Wendisa, it would be more efficient to learn about her hobbies and chat with her rather than forcing her to conform to your image out of revenge."
Margaret lowered her head, and the evening breeze blew her hair gently across Mo Cheng's face, making him feel a little itchy, but he did not turn his face away.
"Was what I did in the evening excessive?"
"It's okay...well, it's a bit too much."
Burning the manuscript written by a romance novelist who is close to the deadline is like a plastic artist smashing a super cool and handsome heterochromatic archangel to pieces when he is just one piece short of glue.
"But I think if you tell Ms. Wendisa that you won't stop her from using you as the protagonist of her novel, I think she won't mind you. Instead, she'll be very happy. I see she has already thought of several beginnings. By the way, what you burned in the evening was just the draft. She asked me to help hide the real manuscript before that."
Margaret is like the night wind, coming gently and leaving gracefully.
Mo Cheng opened his system panel and looked at the rare and rich data on it.
Name: Mo Cheng
Level: 7
HP: 100%
MP: 100%
Skill Points: 3
System currency: 4629
The amount of currency was not small, but Mo Cheng closed the store after taking a look. In the mobile game-like store, the first two discounted items were replaced with healing ointment [provides 30 points of life recovery per second to the target, lasting for 13 seconds. The effect will be dispelled when attacked] and purification potion [provides 6 points of mana recovery per second to the target, lasting for 25 seconds. The effect will be dispelled when attacked]
As for the other four items, I don’t know whether it’s bad luck or good luck, all four of them are synthesis scrolls for equipment.
It was obvious that he couldn't spend the currency for the time being, so Mo Cheng had to close the store and looked at the three skill points at the same time.
Considering that he didn't wash his hands and face today, Mo Cheng decided to invest a little and see how his luck is.
The three familiar skill icons appeared again:
[Pen of Destiny]: Draw a mark with mysterious ink. The ink carries the power of corruption and will devour any enemy caught in it.
(Grimstroke draws a streak of ink that damages and slows enemies. The damage done increases with each enemy the streak touches.)
[Time Lock]: The power of super-dimensional vision, which makes your attacks accompanied by the power of dimensional transfer.
(The attack has a certain probability of locking an enemy target in time and launching another attack.)
[Cryptid Swarm]: Cursed creatures born in the land of life and death, craving the lives of the living.
(Summons a swarm of Carrion Worms to infest enemies in front of the Death Prophet.)
Two active linear skills and one passive skill. Mo Cheng didn't think for long before deciding to choose [Time Lock].
After making the choice, this time it was not like the past when there was nothing. Mo Cheng suddenly saw the mad beast dragon hidden in the deepest part of his heart, and saw the chains that bound it constantly tightened and broke.
On the dragon's body, there appeared a purple figure holding a war club, and a faceless space-time dimension traveler stood on the dragon's back as if sleeping.
Then more chains emerged from nowhere and bound the dragon and the Faceless Man together.
After opening his eyes, Mo Cheng found that not much time had passed, and what he just saw seemed to have only passed in a moment.
"I can feel a certain kind of power, but it's not as easy to control as the dragon bloodline. It's like there's some kind of external device that's hard to control."
"Is this the probabilistic skill? It's a little different from what I imagined."
