"Well, as far as I know, the church doesn't have such a thing as concentrated holy water, right? Holy water is only useful for low-level professionals, and there's no point in concentrating it." Jimmy leaned closer to the hooded girl and asked in a low voice.
Anna distanced herself from him without leaving a trace, and said in a cold voice, "I don't know, and I'm not interested."
"And since yesterday, I've seen other taverns in your town gathering information. You should already know what Beta is going to say. I'm just joining the Beta team temporarily, so don't worry about me taking your permanent team member spot, and there's no need to test my opinion."
At this point, Anna killed the game!
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What is happening far away in Osborne Town has nothing to do with our priest Mark for the time being.
He left Stuart Church at 2:33 p.m.
He only took small paths and never the main road. If he saw villagers, he would stay away from them, either taking a longer detour or waiting until the villagers were far away before continuing on his way.
Of course, even if he met these villagers, few people would recognize him as he had changed his priest robes into ordinary linen clothes.
Since old Stuart passed away two years ago, most of the townspeople in Champaign have chosen to go to the church in the neighboring town to pray or attend services for communion.
There were probably only a handful of people in the town who knew him as the priest of Stuart Church.
But even if you don’t know him, you still have to be careful.
Mark couldn't guarantee what methods the Holy Knights of the Holy Light Church would use to find out the whereabouts of Irene and him, so it's better to be cautious.
At least he didn't feel safe outside the sphere of influence of the Wine City Parish.
The attributes of his job transfer are far superior to those of ordinary job transfers, so his speed and physical strength are naturally far superior to ordinary people.
By sunset in the evening, he had walked out of the neighboring town of Champagne and came to a deserted wasteland.
Carrying a large amount of luggage, he walked more than seventy miles and still felt energetic and not tired at all.
However, Mark had no intention of traveling at night. It was about two thousand miles to Osborne Town, and he would not be able to get there in a short time. Only by eating well and sleeping well every day could he stay in the best condition on the road to deal with various dangers.
In the Holy Dragon Continent, although everyone has a simple career system panel, everyone has at least one opportunity to change careers.
However, the magical beasts, monsters and other intelligent races active on the continent are just as strong as humans after their job transfer.
Not to mention a young man like Mark who has just completed his transition and has never been outside, even adventurers active near the Warcraft Forest are at risk of losing their lives if they spend the night in the wild.
Mark would not be so arrogant as to think that he could ignore the lessons learned by the people on the mainland just because he switched to a "rare" profession.
"Fortunately, I'm still in the heart of the Lily Kingdom. The powerful magical beasts and monsters there should have been eliminated by the legions from all over the kingdom. When camping in the wild, I only need to be on guard against some low-level magical beasts or wild beasts."
Mark found a big tree as thick as a person next to the wasteland. After clearing the fallen leaves under the tree, he made a fire and set up a pot to prepare dinner before it got completely dark.
Speaking of dinner, Mark still felt a little regretful.
In his previous life, he was a person who had some pursuit of food. As long as he was satisfied with his stomach, he would try his best to eat well.
In addition, now that he is a professional, his requirements for food quality are naturally higher.
But now, in order to escape, the food he brought out of the church was only a few loaves of dry bread, half a bag of flour, a can of fine salt, half a bottle of rapeseed oil and two bundles of vegetables freshly dug from the vegetable garden.
The remaining half-person-high bag was filled with bottles and jars for preparing holy water.
"Hey, I hope my profession isn't just related to the priesthood in name. I should be able to do something as basic as mixing holy water, right?"
He still only had two silver coins and 13 copper coins on him, which was not enough to sustain him on this long escape. He had to find some way to earn some money for the journey, and mixing holy water was the way he was most familiar with.
As Mark was thinking, he stirred the batter with clean water. When the batter could be formed into a line and poured onto the pan coated with hot oil, a white mist with the fragrance of wheat rose from under the big tree and drifted towards the surroundings of the wasteland.
Today's dinner is pancakes wrapped with vegetables. The vegetables are stir-fried in hot oil and sprinkled with fine salt. It is a rare delicacy in the wilderness.
The only pity is that there is no meat.
"It would be great if we could encounter some wild animals on the road." After dinner and a quick rinse of his mouth, Mark added some large pieces of wood to the campfire, then climbed up the tree and lay down on a branch that was one person tall, leaning against the trunk.
Perhaps the impact of last night's battle was still on him, or perhaps he was exhausted after traveling all afternoon. Mark fell into a deep sleep just as he had fixed his body and adjusted to a comfortable position.
Mark didn't know how long he slept, but he was awakened by a rustling sound.
In the wilderness, strange sounds could only come from wild beasts or monsters, nothing else!
The first moment he woke up, Mark held his breath alertly, then slowly opened his eyes.
After his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he looked down in the direction of the sound.
The fire that had been filled with wood had gone out, and dozens of spherical objects with a faint red light were gathering on the original fire, turning it into a "grave" half a meter high.
There were also some balls of light slowly crawling upwards along the trunk of the big tree beneath him.
"Slime?"
After confirming the identities of these light balls, Mark's nervous mood relaxed a little, and he felt a little relieved.
Fortunately, it was the slime that came to the camp tonight. If it was some other monster or a beast as powerful as a cheetah, he would probably have been killed while he was sleeping.
However, since it's a slime!
A smile appeared on Mark's lips, and he reached into his arms and grasped the cross necklace.
"Just in time!"
A tall and thin figure holding a cross sword jumped down from a tree branch as high as a person.
Mark swung his sword back and split the three round slimes on the tree trunk into two halves.
"Yeah, not bad. The cross sword is very sharp, and the slime is easy to cut!"
Mark was very satisfied as he watched the experience bar on his personal panel jump up by 0.5%.
It is worthy of being the favorite low-level monster of all job-changers in the Holy Dragon Continent.
The slime moves slowly, has a single means of attack, and has obvious attack movements. Any professional below level 5 can safely gain considerable experience points from this elastic slime.
Of course, the premise is that you don't provoke too large a group of slimes.
On the other hand, slime skin can be used as food, and slime gel is the essential base liquid for making most potions.
Therefore, even in some towns with a strong magical background, the slime breeding industry has emerged.
Holy water can actually be considered a kind of potion. With these slimes in front of him, his plan to make holy water can be put on the agenda.
"There are about twenty slimes. I should be able to handle them."
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