Chapter 28 The Road of the Knight

On Skunk Street, at Crown's house, the table was already filled with dishes.

Crystal pork elbow, chicken stewed with wild mushrooms, stir-fried pork intestines, braised beef, pork strips, scrambled eggs with black fungus The chef brought out the last dish, beef in sour soup.

Alan sat upright at the table, swallowing his saliva as he looked at the various delicacies on it.

“Eat, eat!”

As soon as Crowne said this, Allen's hands flew out, knife and fork dancing together.

The meal lasted an hour or two and both the guests and the hosts enjoyed it very much.

"I didn't expect you to have such a skill. No wonder a werewolf came in to steal your food! At that time, I was wondering when werewolves developed the habit of eating cooked food."

Geralt picked up the ale and drank it all in one gulp. Clown courteously offered to refill his glass.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

The white-haired demon hunter chuckled and put down his glass.

Am I being so obvious?

Having his thoughts exposed, Crown still felt embarrassed given his current thickness.

"Hey hey," he scratched his head to hide his embarrassment and asked his own question: "How to deal with werewolves?"

He didn't want to run away for the time being. The bigger the city, the more mixed people there were. His current strength was too weak, and he would suffer if he went there.

The demon hunter played with the wine glass in his hand and whispered in an inexplicable way: "Dark creatures such as werewolves and vampires are afraid of mithril. As long as you can cut them with weapons made of mithril, you can greatly weaken their strength. As for the rest, it's up to you to kill or cut them."

"So simple? What is Mithril?"

"Simple?" Allen laughed. "Brother, mithril is an alloy made by alchemists. The price is about one gold shield per gram. A one-handed sword made of mithril weighs about three to five kilograms. If you have money, it is indeed simple."

Are you kidding me? Looking at the demon hunter master and apprentice, they don't look like rich people who can afford mithril weapons.

"No kidding," Geralt said in a serious tone, "Weapons made of silver will do. Alternatively, you can customize a large-caliber pistol. This is the most convenient way to deal with werewolves. If you don't have any of these, you must have a strong body, stronger than a werewolf, so you don't have to be afraid of them."

"The physical fitness of ordinary werewolves can still be dealt with by ordinary people who train their bodies to the extreme. You are a spirit controller, but it's a pity that the symbiotic spirit in your body does not increase your physical fitness. Otherwise, it would be easy for you to deal with werewolves."

This meal was not in vain, it was beneficial.

Crown nodded, deciding on his own response.

The next day, the morning sun jumped out of the horizon, and thousands of golden rays of light illuminated the earth.

Crown made the Great Sun Seal with his hands and visualized the red sun hidden within his body, radiating light.

In a trance, he felt that the red sun in his body and the sun outside were competing with each other.

When he felt a burning sensation in his body, he stopped visualizing and slowly ended the exercise.

[Golden Light Curse: 1594/50000; Level 1]

With a long sigh, he sighed, how long will it take to advance? The time to quickly increase proficiency is too short, and as proficiency increases, the points obtained from visualization in the later stage are getting fewer and fewer.

Crown finished his meal hastily and ran out to the church.

. . . .

Nick weighed the small bag in his hand, unable to hide the astonishment in his eyes.

One hundred gold shields. Just one month had passed, and this young man had collected enough.

The speed of making money was beyond his imagination.

"Can you tell me how you did that?"

Klauen said casually: "I can now refine the boiling blood potion."

It turned out to be the Boiling Blood Potion! The priest was not an herbalist, but he remembered the name of this potion.

This is a potion in great demand, and the knights of the church will need it after their life essence is sublimated for the first time.

"Father, can I accept your training and become a Crusader?"

"Do you remember what I said originally?"

"Remember, you have to pay for your own training. If there are evil creatures threatening the parish believers, they can accept your recruitment unconditionally."

Nick nodded: "I need to submit an application to the church so that you can become a formal member of the church. You can only be a candidate warrior now. Are you still willing?"

If he hadn't known that the other party was already a very capable pharmacist, he would not have explained all this.

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

In fact, Clown had not made up his mind to follow the Church of the Lord of Fire, so he was happy instead of worried when he heard this.

He suppressed his inner joy, remained silent for a few seconds, and replied in a pretended heavy voice: "I do."

"Don't worry, I will do my best to help you apply for the qualification to become a formal member of the church. Now, I will give you your first lesson!"

. . . .

The sky was a bit gloomy and there was a drizzle.

There was a large open space in the backyard of the church. Nick was wearing half-body armor and guiding Crown in the field.

"The Crusader soldiers are also selected from ordinary believers. At the beginning of their training, they just practice strength and skills. Combined with special herbal formulas, they can achieve the purpose of enhancing their physical fitness."

"At this stage, as long as the supply of nutrition is guaranteed and rigorous training is added, one can reach the limits of the human body. Practitioners at this stage are called attendants."

"Once you reach a certain standard, with the help of magic potions and breathing techniques, your life essence will be sublimated, and the seeds of life will condense in your body. Only then will you officially become a Crusader and advance to the extraordinary level."

"Training is very tiring and hard. Without adequate nutrition, not only can the training effect not be achieved, but the body will be broken down. Nutrition requires a lot of meat, which requires a lot of Golden Shield as support."

"After you advance to the extraordinary level, you will find that everything has just begun. At this point, ordinary training methods can no longer improve your physical fitness. You can only rely on breathing techniques."

"Practicing breathing techniques requires sufficient potion support to make faster progress. The improvement of breathing techniques will in turn lead to the improvement of physical fitness. To be more combat-effective, you need to buy more powerful weapons and armor, which requires more gold shields and even spirit coins."

Crown raised his hand and asked, "Father, what is a spirit coin?"

"It's the hard currency of the world of extraordinary people. You will naturally come into contact with it when you enter this circle. Now, you need to do hard physical training. Remember to pay the two gold shields for food and beverage every day. I will give you the herbal formula for training later. There are no rare herbs. You are an herbalist, so make it yourself and save some money."

"Now, you are a squire of the Crusader Army. It is your duty to obey orders. Put on this sand shirt and run around the field a hundred times."

"Yes," Crowne said in a short and loud voice.

He immediately ran to the ground where his equipment was placed, put on a sandbag vest, tied sandbag leggings on his legs, wrapped sandbag wrist guards around his arms, and started running with full energy.

(End of this chapter)