The Hidden Knight of Mystra Chapter 113: At First Sight
In the cold alley opposite the makeshift shack.
Two men, one tall and one short, one thin and one fat, watched all this silently.
They were dressed in matching black windbreakers.
On top of the head is a windproof cap that is a bit too big and doesn't fit the head well.
At the end of the hat, a jet-black silk scarf like a bird's feather hung down, revealing their identity as the "Black Scarf Gang".
The tall man coughed heavily twice and said in a gloomy tone:
"Although this is an old neighborhood where no one is in charge, it doesn't take our Black Scarf Party seriously..."
With a snap.
He was hit so hard on the forehead that even his hat was knocked off.
"idiot."
The short fat man cursed:
"Why don't you pick up your hat?"
The tall and thin man bent down to pick up his hat dejectedly, his face full of indignation.
The short fat man sneered:
"This kind of adventurer who has the guts to travel alone is a typical IQ test machine!"
"What? You're not convinced? If you dare to cause trouble over there, I guarantee I'll see your body in the drainage ditch tomorrow."
The tall and thin man grinned and said:
"You are too cautious!"
"You think I didn't see that? The one on his shoulder is a gargoyle, level 40."
"But if we only had more men..."
With a snap.
Another heavy punch.
"What a loser! He can't even pick up a hat properly."
The short fat man cursed in a low voice:
"You're so damn tall, I have to jump up to hit you on the head. It really piss me off."
"If your sister hadn't begged me to take good care of you last night, I would have left you to fend for yourself."
The tall and thin man covered his forehead with his hands and dared not say another word.
"Do you think the level others show you is the real level?"
The short fat man lit a cigarette and gradually calmed down:
"Remember to train your Insight to a higher level. Do you see the couple over there? They are intelligence officers of the Stone Dragon Society. The one on the left selling fake medicine is a member of the Secret Society. And that woman who is posing coquettishly is most likely a scout of the Iris Society."
"With so many elite characters just standing by and watching, who gives you the courage to go out and cause trouble?"
The tall and thin man looked around and a look of fear appeared on his face.
"I'm sorry...brother-in-law."
The short fat man cursed:
"Don't call me brother-in-law outside!"
"Yes, yes, yes."
"Team Leader Hans." The tall and thin man asked weakly:
"So we're just going to watch?"
Hans shook his head.
"Paper and pen."
The tall and thin man quickly took out a pen and paper.
"The name, Wellington, is probably a pseudonym.
Aged 40+, suspected of having the ability to disguise himself.
The initial speculation is that the profession is an alchemist, with a level 40+ gargoyle. It is not ruled out that the gargoyle is an elite template.
His own level is 33, which is definitely a disguise. The preliminary estimate is that his level is 45+, and the possibility of being extraordinary cannot be ruled out..."
Accompanied by Hans' extremely fast speaking speed.
Line after line of information was written down.
Hans took the letter, nodded with satisfaction, and threw away the cigarette butt in his hand:
"Send something to Mrs. Macon."
The tall and thin man was surprised:
"Should this matter be reported to Floating Island No. 3?"
Hans nodded with a deep look in his eyes:
"A powerful alchemist, worthy of the honor of the masters on the floating island."
"Hurry up and don't fall behind others."
The tall and thin man ran away in a hurry.
In the alley.
Hans was left alone, smoking silently.
Until evening.
Wellington announced the closing of the stall, and everyone dispersed disappointedly without any disturbance.
“The people are really simple and honest.”
Hans laughed dryly, said hello to several colleagues hiding in the dark, turned around and disappeared into the alley.
…
evening.
Roger was walking on the path leading out of Sunrise Town.
There were a few people following us at the beginning.
But once they left the town, those people tactfully stayed put.
This disappointed Roger greatly.
"The result of the first IQ test was that everyone passed."
"As expected of a guy who can survive in such a harsh environment."
He originally wanted to go fishing.
While killing a few guild members legitimately, you can also get more information about monsters.
Now it seems that his level is too low.
The low-level fishing method of "showing off the treasure in one's arms" is no longer suitable for this version.
Different from the country bumpkins like the Red Sleeves Brotherhood.
The gangs in Gem City are all old hands.
Each one is smoother than the other, you won’t be fooled at all!
The good news is.
Thanks to that lucky guy, the information about the monsters in the "Red Wasteland" is now complete.
It's strange to say.
Ever since that lucky guy had a great success, the failure rate of the Philosopher's Stone's enchantment has skyrocketed.
Later on.
The weapons Roger handled almost broke into pieces at the slightest touch.
After breaking six weapons in a row.
Roger decided to close the stall.
The looks in the crowd's eyes were becoming increasingly strange.
If he continued like this, he was afraid that he would be attacked as a liar.
In fact.
If it weren't for the gargoyle standing by to intimidate him.
Maybe someone really did it.
When he left.
His sixth sense detected that someone was suspecting that the lucky guy was his agent.
This made Roger smile bitterly.
He felt like he was being fleeced.
Fortunately, in the past few days, apart from the consumption of the Philosopher's Stone, Roger still made a lot of money -
Net profit is approaching 20,000 copper rings!
This does not include the value of monster intelligence which serves as the threshold for enchantment.
"It seems that strengthening weapons is indeed a good deal."
Thinking so.
Roger felt even more grateful to the deceased Wellington.
…
The next day.
Representatives of families from the six floating islands came to Sunrise Town.
Just as the gang bosses judged.
Alchemists who are good at enchanting are highly valued on the floating island.
But the problem is.
Wellington has disappeared!
Just as quietly as he came.
There was no news when he disappeared.
This is really tough for all the gang leaders.
They mobilized a lot of manpower to search for it, and some people even secretly used the power of divination, but the information they obtained was still just a scratch.
This incident caused chaos in Sunrise Town.
It took a long time to return to the former peace.
Just in the drainage ditch outside the town.
There were a bunch more disfigured corpses.
Roger was naturally unaware of all this.
As early as the second day after obtaining the intelligence.
He embarked on a new journey of making friends.
…
Three days later.
Red soil wasteland.
The sun is scorching.
On a raised rocky hill.
A long-dead warthog lay quietly in the shadows.
Roger buried himself in the sand, waiting for the right person.
The first two days into the red soil wasteland.
Roger didn't find any monsters.
He soon found the root of the problem.
The monsters here seem to have some connection with Purgatory, and their horned demon bloodline has a suppressive effect on them.
As soon as the monsters smelled the scent of the macho boy, they all ran away.
Who is willing to say hello to Roger?
Today he chose to act alone.
“Hopefully it will open.”
Roger squinted and looked ahead.
There was a shiny little bead in the mouth of a warthog not far away.
The beads contain a semi-solid and semi-fluid object.
That was a new tool that Roger developed after half a year of seclusion.
…
"Thunderstorm Beads: Ultra-high Concentration Thunderbolt Polymer"
"Magic abundance: 14"
"Throw/Detonate: Within the effective explosion radius, the explosion deals a fixed damage of 480 and causes the target to fall into a continuous paralyzed state."
"Producer: Roger and his eternal brother, Thunder Dragon"
"Materials: Roger's tail scales, the bladder lining of the Thunder Dragon"
…
The production process of Thunderstorm Beads is hard to describe.
Anyway, one day Roger was surprised to find that there was something special about the tail scales of his second form.
Pull out a piece and grind it into powder.
Adding a little bit of lightning element blender will give it an explosive power more terrifying than the hand tumor bomb.
Roger was overjoyed by this discovery.
He happily plucked the wool from his own hand.
After rigorous testing.
He found that the bladder lining of the thrush was the best encapsulation material.
Thus, another great prop was born.
Half a year later.
He has accumulated more than 1,000 thunderstorm beads.
Enough to start a small war.
And during the research process of "Thunderstorm Beads".
Roger also discovered the value of the Thunder Dragon Egg, which was originally considered waste.
After a simple fire roast , the substance in the dragon egg will solidify into a paste.
This dragon cream has extremely high combustion value, and based on this, Roger developed the "Dragon Fat Fire".
…
"Dragon Fat Fire: Flammable"
"Magic abundance: 6"
"Features: After being ignited, it will have extremely high combustion efficiency. After being soaked in dragon fat fire, the flammability index is +20."
"Remarks: Bone-crushing kit +1"
…
The above two items are Roger's small contributions as a pharmacist during his health preservation.
They might not be so convenient when dealing with humans.
But when dealing with monsters, it is extra handy.
For example, right now.
…
"Sixth sense: a multi-legged earth dragon is approaching"
…
Roger held his breath.
The soil beneath the rocky hillock was moving slightly.
Suddenly.
A huge monster broke out of the ground and took a bite of the delicious warthog!
With a bang.
Before the violent explosion.
Roger, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, threw the mark of sin in his hand away!
…
"You killed a multi-legged earth dragon."
"You gained 17 XP"
"Your hair has a slight improvement in smoothness."
…
“Fuck!”
Roger spat out the sand in his mouth.
This was the first mark he had obtained since entering the Red Earth Wasteland!
But this property...
I can only say that I was unlucky.
Looking at the shattered body of the multi-legged earth dragon, Roger did not move and chose to continue lurking.
At dusk.
Dark shadows emerged from under the stones and rushed towards the corpse of the multi-legged dragon.
A kind smile appeared on Roger's face.
He patiently seized the opportunity.
Wait until the multi-legged dragon's body is completely covered by the shadow.
He then took decisive action!
A bottle of dragon fat fire was thrown over.
A spark lit up.
The ground was covered with flames shooting up into the sky!
Those shadows were being evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye!
…
"You killed 1 Giant Ant."
"You gained 1 XP"
"Your kidneys' metabolic capacity has been slightly improved"
…
"Just enough."
Looking at the giant ants struggling in the fire, Roger silently ranked them as "chance encounters".
Approximately equivalent to the bone dragon brother and the water ghost brother.
Just as he was about to get up and clean up the mess.
My sixth sense suddenly struck.
In chaos.
He noticed an extremely ugly insect flying into the fire with great fanfare.
After a while, it flew out with a large piece of charred meat almost the same size as its body.
"A bug that is not afraid of fire?"
Roger got interested and put on the "Hunter Mark".
He was ready to stalk the bug!
Who knew that as soon as the hunter's mark was used, the bug dropped the meat and flew towards Roger aggressively!
Roger didn't dare to be negligent and slapped him.
Crushing Palm!
With a snap.
Roger slapped the bug to death on the ground.
"He's so ugly yet so arrogant, I thought he was so strong..."
Roger was wondering.
New prompts appear on the data bar.
…
"You killed an Ether Eater Dragon."
"You gained 1 XP"
"Your reflexes have been slightly improved."
…
"Reflection?"
Roger was startled and quickly picked the "bug" out of the mud.
"It's actually Reflex! This is an attribute on the same level as Toughness!"
His eyes lit up.
Suddenly.
He felt that the appearance of the insect in his hand had become extremely delicate!
Look at that little head and pointed tail, how cute!
“Could it be…”
"Is this what it means to be close friends at first sight?"
Roger thought silently.
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