Chapter 12 There is a problem

After defeating the monster, Nick and his companions did not stay here for long. They asked for a piece of black cloth to wrap up the sheep-headed monster outside, and then said goodbye to Lockent.

Before leaving, Lockent pulled Crown aside and quietly handed him a small bag.

After weighing the cloth bag and hearing the sound of wealth coming from it, Crown nodded and smiled with satisfaction, once again marveling at the other party's broad vision.

Crown struggled to throw the monster onto the horse's back, and waved goodbye to it after Lockent repeatedly asked him to stay.

When the two men arrived at the quarry, the priest walking in front stopped the horses.

"What's going on?"

Crown hurried a few steps, and when the strong horses in front of him were in line with each other, he also tightened the reins.

Nick turned his head and held out his hand: "Take it out!"

"What?" He was a little confused.

"Don't play dumb. I saw Lockent stole a money bag from you. You just provided information and did nothing. It was all thanks to me that I was able to kill the evil spirit. Don't you think it's too hot to take all this money? I can leave you 20%."

"Father, you are not authentic."

Crown didn't want to give it, and his voice became louder: "Lokent will definitely give the church a much larger donation than this."

"I deserve it all. If you don't give it to me, you have to take it yourself."

Pursing his lips, Crown could only obediently throw the purse to Nick.

The priest tossed the purse gently a few times, opened it, and counted it: "50 silver coins, you get 10."

After that, Nick put some silver coins back in, threw the bag back, and pointed at the back of his horse: "This distribution is a matter of principle. This mutant monster is worth a lot of money. I will also give you 20%, so you can just smile."

Hearing this, the resentment on Clown's face disappeared a lot.

He was just thinking about how to get along with a stingy superior.

The two men set out again, galloping on their horses, and soon returned to the church.

After returning the horse, Crown was about to leave when the priest stopped him and said, "You come and deal with the spoils. I'll teach you."

"Okay, Father, do you think I can definitely become a Crusader?!" Clown's face was beaming.

"No, I just don't want to do it. If you don't have enough financial support, I advise you not to try to become my Lord's warrior easily. Once you start, you can't turn back. Without sufficient nutritional supplements and medicine, you may fall into the abyss first."

Making money is a small problem.

Crown was not worried. Any problem that could be solved with money was not a problem.

Now, his proficiency in herbal medicine skills has steadily improved, and the yield rate of potion making has reached a staggering 80%. When there are sufficient raw materials, he is a human-shaped medicine-making machine.

He planned to wait until the merchants who frequently traveled to the town came again to discuss cooperation.

If the cooperation fails, I will go to Rhine City.

Subconsciously, he just wanted to stay in Zak Town until he could no longer improve his proficiency, and then go out and see the outside world.

Crown carried the goat-headed monster on his back and followed the priest to the basement.

He recognized this as the route he had come in for his so-called holy baptism.

On the wall above the spiral stone steps, there was a burning torch every few meters.

Their shadows moved on the wall.

Nick did not push the door of the room where the ceremony was held, but went to the next room.

He lit the oil lamp in the room, pointed to a large iron table in the middle, and said to the people behind him: "Put the monster on it."

The flame of the oil lamp was bright milky white. The priest lit a few more oil lamps, and the room instantly became as bright as day.

Crown placed the goat-headed monster on the table as gently as possible, then quickly looked around.

This place looks like a large warehouse, with shelves lined up against the walls, but only a small half of the space is filled with various bottles and jars.

There was a small white label on the bottle. Just as he was about to lean over to take a closer look, the priest had already brought a large wooden box and placed it on the table.

“This is a dissection tool.”

Crown opened the toolbox, and there was a cold light flashing inside.

There are all kinds of knives, hammers, tweezers, saws, chisels, scissors, pliers, etc.

If you don’t know, you might think this is a dual-purpose tool box for carpentry and anatomy.

"The monster's muscles are very resilient, and small-caliber bullets can't penetrate them at all. But in front of tools made of Valyrian steel, they are just tougher cowhide."

Picking up a palm-length scalpel, Crown was slightly surprised.

What use can this beautiful silver-white knife be for muscles that even the impact of bullets cannot penetrate?

As if he understood the young man's disbelief, Nick spoke again: "Try with the knife."

Krahn held the knife tightly in his hand like a pen and pressed it hard on the belly of the goat-headed monster.

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

After a slight dull feeling, the blade was completely immersed in it.

"This kind of monster possessed by an evil spirit is not worth much. Only its heart, teeth, and skin are valuable. Try to take these things off."

. . . .

Two hours later, Crown returned to his residence from the church.

According to the priest, the workload was not heavy, but he was exhausted.

Despite the sharpness of the tool, his arm still ached unbearably.

After returning home, Crown began to practice the Golden Light Mantra.

The bullets were unable to cause fatal damage to the monsters, which greatly dampened his enthusiasm for shooting.

He planned to practice shooting only when he went to the livestock farm to trade, and use the afternoon time to practice the Golden Light Mantra.

When he came back yesterday, he had already refilled the rice jar and marinated the meat, preparing to make air-dried bacon.

What I need to do now is to continuously visualize the Golden Light Mantra during the day, and study herbal medicine hard at night.

In the middle of the night, Crown lay down to sleep contentedly.

After a night of practice, herbology will soon be improved to the third level! When he fell asleep, his body floated silently, as if being lifted by something.

After a moment, his body fell back onto the bed.

. . . .

The next day, early morning.

Crown held onto the wall, breathing heavily.

A golden wall appeared before his eyes.

He glanced and looked at the one that said Golden Light Curse.

[Golden Light Mantra: 2607/10000; Level 0] (Your energy is getting more and more abundant, so you can shorten your sleep time and work harder)

There is a problem! He said to himself.

I was fine before going to bed last night, but when I woke up I felt drained again? Is it because I practiced too much?

In the past, he only practiced the Golden Light Mantra for one morning, but yesterday he practiced for about two hours longer than the previous few days.

Clown couldn't figure out the specific reason, so he decided to practice the Golden Light Mantra during the day to see if the same situation would occur again tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)