Chapter 202 Tom and Anna

Only Crown and Fland were left in the room. Savage left after reporting his work.

“Archbishop, that night in the town of Lorente, I heard faint whispers, but everyone else said they didn’t hear anything, so I’m sure I wasn’t hallucinating.

This situation disappeared after I released the Moon Shield, but it would reappear as long as the duration of the Moon Shield ended, and it would not end until dawn. "

Flanders looked thoughtful, then smiled and replied, "It is clearly recorded in the secret records of the church that there is an evil god sleeping in the ocean, and this evil god can spread his thoughts in the form of dreams.

I guess your spiritual perception is sharp enough to detect the voices made unconsciously by the evil god.

From another perspective, this is also a good thing. For us third-level transcendents to go one step further and reach the fourth-level silver level, physical fitness is only one aspect. What is more important is to have a strong soul so as not to lose our nature in the sublimation of spirit and flesh."

"Secret records? What kind of permissions are required to view these materials?"

Crown searched the materials open to him in the library and found no secret files.

The archbishop waved his hand and said, "Sometimes the more you know, the less safe you are. Your experience in Yorktown has already been contaminated once, and that evil statue already has some evil power.

Moreover, the statue has not yet established a real connection with the evil god, otherwise you and all the residents of York Town would be completely alienated.

When dealing with evil gods, death is the best relief. Don't think too much now. When you reach a certain point in time, these secrets will naturally be revealed to you."

Flanders did not go into detail because the secret records were also vague.

There is no name of the evil god recorded on it, it is just replaced by distorted symbols.

The predecessors want to tell the later generations something, but they try to make it very vague.

It's a very contradictory feeling, as if these secret things would immediately cause disaster once they were truly known to people.

After a pause, Flanders continued, "We are now racing against time. If we can become a silver-level transcendent and forge a silver soul, we humans will initially have the capital to fight against the evil gods and be able to slightly resist the spiritual pollution emitted by the evil gods. You just need to do everything you can to improve yourself faster.

Let’s not talk about this any more. The full moon night is coming soon. Have you finished making the weapon I asked you to forge?”

"Haha," Clown laughed awkwardly. He had put the weapon forging task last, and he had wanted to finish it within the deadline.

"It will be finished tomorrow night and you'll have it on your desk the morning after tomorrow."

He patted his chest and said that in the face of the amazing success rate, three weapons and a shield were not difficult for him.

“You are also participating in this operation on the night of the full moon. There are many special materials and magic plants in the Spiritual Ruins. The concentration of spirituality there is much stronger than that in the material plane. It can be said to be a treasure trove at present.

One more thing, if your weapon characteristics are proven to be as powerful as Fanny said, we will equip everyone who enters the ruins, and the more gold spirit coins we have, the better."

"Understood," Klauen responded. He was now earning Gold Spirit Coins at a very fast rate, and he had to spend the money to transform the resources into his own strength.

The saddest thing is that people die without spending all their money. He will not be a miser.

"Archbishop, what is the auxiliary potion for the third-level flame fighter to practice flame breath, and when will it be distributed?"

Without auxiliary potions, the speed of gaining proficiency in practicing breathing techniques was greatly reduced. He would rather use this time to practice the Golden Light Spell.

"What you need now is the Molten Fire Potion. Flame Fighters are issued two bottles every month."

“So little?”

Klauen was speechless. How could two be enough? In his opinion, although the third-level potion was more expensive, the demand was not great.

For example, in the Rhine Diocese, there are now seventeen third-level transcendents, but there are only four flame fighters. Logically, the competition should be much lower than that of second-level transcendents.

Flanders glanced at him and said, "Be content. Although the third-level magic plants are not that rare, the difficulty of refining third-level potions has increased by several levels. We can only guarantee two potions a month by using up the inventory.

The medicinal properties of the raw materials of the magic plants have changed a lot, and the medicinal properties of each batch of raw materials will change. For refining third-level potions, this extremely small change will lead to failure in refining. "

"Is there a recipe for the Molten Potion here?"

Clown has given up the idea of ​​getting large quantities of potions from the church and is ready to make his own living.

The herbal medicine skill has been gathering dust for a long time. It's time to show it off and shock those pharmacists with a very low success rate.

The fourth-level herbal medicine provides the Heart of Plants special effect, which enables him to keenly perceive the medicinal properties of various herbs, which will definitely greatly increase his success rate in refining.

"The formula? Why do you want to try it yourself? Go to the pharmacy tomorrow to find Eugene Robinson. You are the bishop, so it would be good to get to know more church members."

. . . .

Tom is the fat chef of the Iron Duke.

This is not surprising. Obesity may be the standard body shape of every chef. If they are not fat, it only means that the food is not good enough.

He left the dock carrying a large box containing beef and some fruits and vegetables, which were left over from the voyage and now belonged to him.

The chef not only gets some extra money from purchasing food, but can also dispose of unused food as spoiled. He is very satisfied with his current job.

He stopped a public carriage, pointed to the big box at his feet, and told the driver: "No. 14, Bellavis Street."

"Okay."

The dark-faced driver agreed with a smile.

Moving things is considered an extra service, and the guests will have to pay some tips. The other party ate so well, and it was obvious at first glance that he was a wealthy man who lived a comfortable life.

The driver's eyes suddenly narrowed, and for a moment he suspected that he was dazzled, because he saw that the big box actually moved.

He rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, but there was nothing unusual about the box.

Mocking himself for being suspicious, he moved the box onto the carriage with great effort.

The driver drove skillfully and quickly took the guests to their destination.

After taking the trouble to move the box into the guest's house, he received a tip of two copper coins.

"Bah, you fat guy, you're so stingy."

The driver walked out of the door, cursing under his breath.

As a happy bachelor, Tom decided to treat himself to a good meal and then go to the Nightingale Tavern to find his lover in the evening.

Humming a little tune, the fat man opened the wooden box.

A green mollusk that looked like an octopus stood up from the box. Its body was covered with green mucus, and its deformed tentacles were covered with blood-red eyeballs that bulged out like tumors.

The two eyeballs on the octopus's head are particularly large, about the size of an adult's fist, and sparkling with scarlet color.

Tom felt the blood rushing up all over his body and filling his big head.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

His scalp felt like countless caterpillars were crawling across it, making it tingle and numb.

"Snap"

The lid of the wooden box fell to the ground.

Tom opened his mouth and wanted to scream, but one of the octopus's pink tentacles poked into his mouth. His limbs were entangled by other green tentacles, and his whole body was lifted up.

The octopus monster's pink tentacles had thick tips and were guided into the fat man's throat.

"Woo woo"

He struggled weakly and gradually became silent. Two hours later, Tom woke up drowsily and found himself lying on the sofa.

He remembered that he had made a sumptuous dinner when he came back and ate it all.

After a full meal, I washed the dishes, then took a nap on the sofa and fell asleep in a daze.

He fished out a brass pocket watch from his underwear pocket and opened it. The hands pointed to a quarter past seven.

"Shit, I almost messed up."

Tom yelled and rushed out of the house. His favorite girl was Anna from the Nightingale Tavern, a charming enchantress with a broad mind and a slender waist.

If he went too late, the competitors would have finished drinking and he might not be able to have sex with her tonight.

The Nightingale Tavern was not far from his residence. The nimble fat man ran all the way to the Nightingale Tavern and met the goddess of his dreams.

Tom walked to the tavern counter and took out a gold shield: "Daru, the old rules."

Anna is a waitress in a pub and generally only takes on private business after closing time.

But if the benefactor can give some more cute little coins, he can also leave the post.

Daru grinned, laughing with his two-toothed mouth: "Haha, I saw the sailors from your ship coming down, and I guessed you would come. Your room is reserved."

Tom dragged Anna upstairs and there was a fierce fight.

"Damn it, why is it taking so long this time?"

Anna asked with a charming look on her face. In the past, this fat man could only last for five minutes, but today he lasted for half an hour, which really made her happy.

Tom chuckled and rushed over again: "Darling, I'm ready again."

. . . .

As night falls and grey fog engulfs the city, 36 Baker Street is brightly lit.

After enjoying his dinner, Crown returned to his room, followed by his two pets.

Ever since he discovered that visualizing the Golden Light Mantra could actually improve his proficiency in animal taming, he would keep Fujin by his side every time he practiced it.

After coming back, he wanted to try if he could gain double the happiness by meditating in front of two pets.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed with his hands in the mudra, he began to meditate.

In the room, the crow sat on the bed and spread its wings. The black cat squatted on the ground with its front legs, wagging its tail relaxedly.

The two pets' wide-open eyes were filled with gold and silver, showing the image of the setting moon and the rising sun.

After three great cycles of visualization, Crown summoned a golden wall to check the growth of his proficiency.

[Beast Taming: 4012/5000; Level 2]

"I was too greedy."

The proficiency increased by more than thirty points, and there was no change due to the addition of one more audience member.

With a slightly disappointed laugh, he closed his eyes and continued to visualize the Golden Light Mantra.

(End of this chapter)