Chapter 243 Primary Defense

Feeling the reaction of his body, Klauen had a vague premonition that his rock breathing method was going to work!

Del felt exhausted, and his whole body ached every time he attacked.

"Ah," he suddenly roared, using all his strength to deliver a final blow, and then his body fell to the ground.

"Click"

The battered wooden stick could not bear the weight and broke.

At the same time, Crown felt all the pores on his body vibrate, countless air currents gushed out, forming a layer of air film on the surface of his body, and a feeling of joy rose from the bottom of his heart.

He took out a bottle of Holy Water No. 2 from the cabinet next to him and returned to Del: "Haha, thanks to you, my breathing method has reached perfection."

Del had reached his limit now, and he opened his mouth several times, but no words came out.

He took the holy water and drank it. After a while, he regained his breath and said, "It is my honor to serve you, Your Excellency."

Clown waved his hand and said, "Go and have a rest. You don't have to work in the blacksmith shop tomorrow."

The mine has already started producing ore, and the other party is now responsible for supervising the production tasks of the blacksmith shop.

Del himself has the blacksmithing skills of the second level, and is considered an expert, so it is most appropriate to give this task to him.

"Sir, I will continue to work tomorrow. There is no need to be so pretentious. Just take a night's rest."

He now has a strong sense of crisis. As the bishop becomes stronger and stronger, people like Melissa will definitely not be the last. More and more people will be willing to rely on the bishop.

If he works harder now, even if he cannot keep up in the future, the bishop will not treat him unfairly because of his hard work.

Although he came from a humble background, he calculated this account very clearly.

The bishop is a man who cherishes the past, otherwise he would not have promoted and trained him. As long as this relationship is maintained, Janice's future will be easier.

According to fellow believers at the training base, my daughter is very talented and may one day become a third-level transcendent.

Becoming a bishop was an achievement he could only imagine in his dreams.

"Don't force it."

"Thank you for your concern, Bishop. I will take my leave."

Del left the training ground, closing the door carefully.

There was a golden light flashing in Clown's eyes, and he summoned a golden wall to investigate.

[Rock Breathing: Extreme] (As solid as a rock, weathering all winds and rains. Special effect: primary defense. Reduces physical damage by 15% and elemental damage by 10%.) The effect is quite good, a passive ability that does not need to be actively released to take effect at all times.

Although his armor stacking plan had some slight changes and one layer of armor was missing, it was finally completed.

Up to now, Clown only needed to practice the Fire Breath and the Golden Light Spell.

With the extremely high physical fitness bonus, those combat skills only need to be practiced during battle.

Among those auxiliary skills, the ones that need to be practiced more are alchemy and forging.

Alchemy is used to produce high-performance explosives, and the forging skill allows him to create better soul-infused weapons, which are powerful equipment that surpass extraordinary weapons.

As long as he has high-performance explosives, he can truly become a hexagonal warrior, powerful with 360 degrees of no blind spots.

Today, in order to further advance the Rock Breathing Method, he returned to his room early to visualize the Golden Light Mantra as he was feeling dull pain in his body.

. . . .

Early in the morning, on the large training ground in the mansion, Melissa stood with her hands behind her back, watching the young men who were practicing hard.

Ever since Crown assigned her this task, she has devoted herself to this work.

These fifty members were selected from the best of the best, even more strictly than the church's selection of crusaders.

During this period, she also borrowed the name of Clown. Many people were very enthusiastic when they heard that they were going to become the bishop's family private soldiers.

Although they are private soldiers, their treatment is better than that of ordinary Crusaders.

With better training conditions, more pay, and close contact with the bishop, many people signed up at that time.

After Clown finished his meditation on the Golden Light Mantra, he went to the window and looked at the troops on the parade ground below. He sighed in his heart: "I didn't have such good conditions back then."

At the beginning of his training, he paid for it himself and had no one to guide him. He was completely self-taught.

Thinking of this, he felt that he should tell Butler William to develop the medicine business, a medicine business targeting ordinary people.

It is too wasteful to use holy water to make ordinary therapeutic potions. The manufacturing process of those ordinary potions is relatively simple. This is an inconspicuous track where you can make money without showing off.

No matter when or in which world, the base of ordinary people at the bottom of society is always the largest.

. . . .

The Sanctuary is adjacent to the Hammers Mine, so the city where the new parish is located is simply called Hammers City.

The mine mainly produces iron ore, with associated ores including copper and tin. There is a large open-pit coal mine five kilometers southwest of the mine, providing unique smelting conditions.

The mining area had resumed production just over a month earlier, but from the church bell tower in the city one could already see towering black smoke columns rising into the sky in the distance. That was the result of incomplete combustion of coal.

At the entrance of the Central Cathedral, Crown got off the carriage and said, "Wait for me here."

Although the residence was less than a kilometer away from here, he had gotten used to taking a car, and it was easy for him to go from frugality to luxury.

Coachman Brown took off his black hat and nodded, "Yes, sir."

Fukin flew onto the roof of the car, and Buster jumped up as well, and the two pets enjoyed the warm sun together.

There is no wind at this moment, and the years are peaceful.

In a month or so, the Farouk Kingdom will enter a long winter. Before he knew it, Clown had been in this world for almost two years.

The shadow of the man on earth who couldn't even kill a chicken properly is gradually fading away, and now his hands are covered in blood.

There was a roar in the sky; it was the airships flying between Rhine City and Hamers.

Crown walked towards Fanny's room and said hello as usual. If there was nothing else, he would go to the blacksmith shop.

In fact, the blacksmith shop was looked after by Del, and there was not much work for him to do there. He spent most of his time meditating on the Golden Light Mantra, or developing new uses for the Golden Light Mantra, or devouring the essence of metal.

Now, the amount of iron essence is enough to cover both the metal clone and himself.

He knocked on the door, waited for the owner to respond, and then pushed the door open.

Fanny looked up and said gently, "Sit down first."

Sit? What happened? Klauen thought to himself and sat on the sofa as he was told. If nothing happened, Fanny would tell him directly.

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

Fanny came over with a document in her hand and said with a smile:

"The value of the Emerald Heart and the Spirit has been estimated. Please read the report."

Crown took the document and started flipping through it.

'The Emerald Heart is about two hundred years old and was formed before the Red Moon. It has clear textures and is expected to retain one-third of its original size after purification. The estimated value is 580 gold spirit coins.'

'A deer-headed spirit, the essence is intact, without any damage, but it is seriously polluted and may not be completely purified. Its value is greatly reduced, and it is estimated to be 720 gold spirit coins.'

The value has dropped so much but it's still estimated so high. The corner of Klauen's mouth twitched, thinking that it would be a big loss if he couldn't successfully forge the soul-infused weapon.

Since coming to Hamers City, he has obtained Gray Spirit Coins through the Sith Family's channels.

The daily purification amount remains unchanged at fifty.

Excluding costs and not counting the consumption of talisman water, his daily profit is thirty-five gold spirit coins.

To forge a soul-infused weapon, the materials used include not only Valyrian steel, but also a certain amount of mithril and thorium.

Thorium is a more expensive material than Mithril, and one pound of Thorium can be exchanged for approximately three pounds of Mithril.

If the forging of a soul-infused weapon fails, all the thorium cannot be recycled, and a certain amount of mithril and Valyrian steel will also be lost.

After calculating everything, he came to the conclusion: if the forging of the soul-infused weapon failed, it would result in a financial loss of at least 1,200 gold spirit coins, and his profit from purifying the spirit coins for a month would be gone.

Fanny asked, "Do you have any questions about the price?"

"No."

What doubts could Crown have? He was not good at identification and valuation. He could learn identification when he had time, but valuation required close attention to the market, and he did not have time to waste on these things.

"This is your difference, three hundred and twenty gold spirit coins."

"Boom, boom!"

While they were talking, there was another knock on the door.

"Come in."

When Fanny saw the person coming, she immediately went up to him and said gently, "You're back."

Nick hugged him gently and then let go, saying, "I returned to Rhine City last night and just happened to catch the airship today. It went incredibly smoothly.

You will be on defense duty tomorrow, and you will be leaving when I come back."

"It's necessary for the mission!"

Clown stood up, walked over and patted his friend's shoulder enthusiastically, interrupting the two people's affectionate behavior:

"Congratulations on your return. How is the situation in Llorente now?"

“Not optimistic.”

Nick shook his head and continued:

"Those murlocs seemed endless, but they were easy to deal with. The use of guns and high explosives really helped us a lot.

If we rely on our Knights to defend, the casualties will be great."

Nick said that the evil god Lorente's mumbling was everywhere at night, and the sound became clearer and clearer. Many nights, whenever he fell asleep, he would enter an evil and malicious dream.

On a full-moon night, he dreamed of a gigantic monster with a vaguely humanoid outline, but with an octopus-like head with many tentacles, a body covered with scaly jelly, huge claws, and a pair of long and narrow wings behind it.

This monster was huge. When it emerged from the ocean, the originally calm sea surface suddenly turned into raging waves. The huge waves surged in all directions, and the sun in the sky was also blocked by it.

When it rises from the sea, there is a sense of oppression like the dark clouds hanging low before a storm, and it also gives people a strong sense of discomfort, as if the monster is a collection of all the uncleanness and filth in the world. "On the night of the full moon, when I woke up from a weird dream, I found that there was a fishy smell of seaweed on the bed. I knew it was the pollution brought by the dream."

Nick calmed his breath and said, "I took Crown's golden light potion and found that it can play a certain role. Let's buy some Fanny to use."

(End of this chapter)