Chapter 33 Forty-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-five yuan
"If not, then go."
"Yes, Master."
The carriage frame approached, Mo Lan opened his eyes and turned to look over. It was a slightly old carriage. The decorations on the corners had many scratches, making it look shabby. There was only one horse pulling the carriage, and the horse was not tall, but rather thin.
However, the patterns on the curtains of the carriage made Mo Lan realize that this was a carriage for a nobleman, and it looked like he belonged to a ruined nobleman.
Mo Lan's gaze caught the attention of the servant driving the carriage, who stared at him warily, then slightly sped up the carriage and passed by.
Before he left, Mo Lan vaguely heard a voice.
"Master, are we really going to sell the castle and the territory? This is the last glory of the family."
"No, the glory of the family does not lie in the castle and the territory, but in me. I am the glory."
The voice was very young, but the firmness and confidence in the words moved Mo Lan.
The carriage drove away and Mo Lan continued to close his eyes and rest.
This overdraft of mental energy made him very tired. He didn't even have the energy to read the forum. He had to close his eyes and rest, relying on the additional computing power of the ink cartridge to think and try to deduce.
The cartridge provides computing power and does not consume mental energy.
After resting his eyes for about an hour, Mo Lan stood up and prepared to set off again.
But now he doesn't dare to continue trying to merge spells.
I was lucky before and had never encountered any danger, but I am not always so lucky. It is never safe in the wilderness.
For a mage, losing mental strength is like a tiger without claws and fangs, powerless.
This applies to any type of mage.
Walking on the road, holding a long wooden stick, Mo Lan suddenly reacted.
"The mage is so useless. I am a professional mage after all. If I don't have the ink cartridge, I only have one spell slot, which is the lowest level one.
Such strength is simply no match for a warrior, and even a warrior can't even cast a spell."
Mo Lan complained helplessly.
“It’s a pity that I don’t have any spell scrolls on me anymore, otherwise I wouldn’t be in this situation now.
I think I understand now. The mage profession is very weak in the early stage. Before changing jobs, it only improves mental strength and has almost no combat power.
Even if I change my job, my combat power in the short term will probably only be 5."
Thinking of this, Mo Lan clenched the wooden stick in his hand fiercely.
"You must accumulate. After arriving in Red Maple City, you must lie dormant and accumulate for a period of time. Otherwise, your combat effectiveness will not be formed and you will always be just a showpiece.
Moreover, as a mage, there shouldn't be only one spell slot. Similarly, the constant spells used by magic flow mages to enhance physical fitness have not yet been solved."
Speaking of this, Mo Lan suddenly frowned.
“Alas, I hope Red Maple City has enough information to help me complete this step.
otherwise……"
Mo Lan sighed and continued to move forward, looking forward to the goblin's return along the way.
But to his disappointment, he never encountered goblins again from beginning to end. However, he did encounter many weak group monsters such as ogres and goblins, but they were all easily defeated by Mo Lan.
When he met the ogres, Mo Lan, who already understood something, decisively used all means to kill most of the ogres and gained a lot of experience.
As expected, what happened later was not beyond Mo Lan's expectations. No matter how weak he showed, he was never attacked a second time by the same race.
"After killing so many people, is there really some murderous aura or evil spirit in my body? Otherwise, how can I explain why they run away when they see me?
If they don't attack each other anymore, how can they communicate with each other in a friendly manner? How is that possible?"
Mo Lan finally understood why so many goblins, ogres, elves and others gathered on this road and were able to survive until now.
Just four simple words: bully the weak and fear the strong.
When he encountered a large number of strong opponents, he turned around and ran away, and never appeared in their sight from beginning to end.
When they encounter loners or the weak, they rush over without hesitation.
Given Mo Lan's strength, there should be no one on this road who could threaten him with individual strength, so except for the beginning, there were basically no attacks in the later stages.
Of course, this is also the reason why the powerful alien races and monsters were definitely surrounded and killed by the Red Maple City’s army, leaving behind only the weak ones who are not to be feared.
The scene that Mo Lan expected did not happen. Except for a few attacks in the early stage, he arrived outside Hongfeng City smoothly.
Along the way, Mo Lan's experience points increased by about three hundred, almost four hundred.
More than 90% of them were killed by Mo Lan using fireball bombardment when they were standing in a dense crowd.
And very few are actually killed with sticks.
After all, even if Mo Lan's wooden stick can accurately hit their throats, eyes, genitals and other fatal parts, Mo Lan's physical strength and power are flaws.
These two attributes without added points are just about the level of ordinary people, even if Mo Lan relies on extraordinary precision and micro-control to kill monster after monster.
But Mo Lan's physical strength is limited after all, and he needs to give his all to kill a monster almost every time. If he does this, he will be exhausted soon.
"Three hundred experience points. Not a small amount, but not much either. Alas, it's not even enough to upgrade the ink cartridge to the third level."
Mo Lan looked at the experience bar under the ink box in his mind and sighed deeply.
Level 2: 0/10000
Mo Lan counted it many times before he was really sure that it was really ten thousand.
It takes 10,000 experience points to upgrade to the third level.
"Fuck, this is outrageous. Upgrading to level one only costs 100 experience points, level two costs 1,000, and level three costs 10,000.
Good boy, good boy, by the time I upgrade the ink cartridge to level 10, won’t I get 100 billion experience points?"
Mo Lan felt a toothache when he said this number.
“Forget it, forget it. It gives me a headache. I should upgrade my level first.
At least I need to improve my mental strength and gather a few more spell slots, so that when something happens, I won't be left with nothing but a fireball and watching. Oh, there are so many things to do."
However, at this moment, a pleasant and universally loved female voice rang in his ears. Her words made Mo Lan's blood boil. The decadence just now was swept away, and he was instantly filled with passion. He began to shout for upgrade and upgrade.
"Ding, the transaction was successful, and the balance has reached 49,995 yuan."
Hearing this voice, Mo Lan's eyes widened with excitement and he opened the trading interface directly.
The order of one hundred silver nas that I posted was sold for a total price of fifty thousand yuan, and the transaction was successful.
After a five-yuan handling fee was deducted, more than 40,000 yuan was directly transferred into his wallet balance. The five-digit balance made his eyes sparkle.
Without hesitation, Mo Lan directly clicked to withdraw cash to his bank card. Not long after, Mo Lan looked at the bank card arrival message and burst into laughter.
“Hahahaha. Hahaha.”
After a long time, Mo Lan's smile gradually faded, all the pressure in his heart disappeared, and he sighed with great joy.
"I... succeeded."
