Night Crow Master

In the afternoon, art packed up and left the castle.

Inside the castle, the Earl of fast and elty sat at the window, watching art walk out of the gate in front of the castle and gradually move away.

"Father, why did you just let him go? Don't you need an assistant? "

The Countess of fast was elegant and calm, and his indifference was not concealed: "I need an assistant. Yes, but it is also to recruit apprentices. His qualification is too low. He has only a lower level and a higher level of achievement. Even if there is an adventure, he is only a higher apprentice."

Looking at elty, count fast could not help shaking his head: "the qualification of a wizard is determined by blood. It can be divided into five grades. From low to high, it is 54321. In fact, it is the second from the bottom of" fourth class ". It is almost the lowest blood vein. Claudio, I know, is also the second from the bottom If he is low, the blood of his offspring is not high. "

"Originally, even if it was only a fourth class, it could be barely cultivated. As long as you don't die, you can recover the cost in five or ten years."

"But he has only one dark attribute." The count of fast shook his head.

"Is it not good to have only dark attributes?" Elty had some doubts.

"Not bad." The count of fast looked out of the window. "You know, I'm soliciting assistants to assist in the preparation of potions, and the nature of dark attributes is erosion. Therefore, the power of dark attributes can easily contaminate the properties of herbs and other materials."

"Your psionic attributes are fire and earth attributes. Fire attributes are needed to reconcile potions. The earth attributes are stable and will not affect the potion refining." Fast looked at thoughtful elty. "If he has other attributes, he can be cultivated. However, with complete dark attributes, there is no need to recruit him. It takes at least 20 years to recover his efforts. It is not necessary."

Count fast said so clearly that elty nodded.

She looked at the road that had lost art's figure and sighed. Originally, she had good sense of art. Since it was useless, it would be fine.

The count of fast said, "well, Yat should be very smart. I gave him the two basic potions manuals, and he would understand the reason later. In the future, if he had grown up, it would not be impossible to come back here..."

with that, they looked out of the window together, and the sun rose slowly in the distant sky.

...

five or six kilometers away from the Earl of glora, Yat was relieved.

In fact, although att was plotting to make a profit from the count of Gloria, the official wizard was after all an official wizard, and the castle of Gloria was an extension of the count's hand and eye. He stayed in the castle and felt himself under surveillance all the time.

It's not a good feeling.

Even if the count had left him in the castle, he would have looked for a chance to leave, and now...

although the way of leaving was somewhat different, the purpose was achieved.

Although there are not many advantages, the purpose of leaving has also been achieved.

He took off his knapsack, threw two daggers, a sword, an iron bar, and some tools for setting traps, which he had bought from the count, into the inventory, and then took out a somewhat shabby book from it.

Although there are no words on the cover, but inside, it records the basic knowledge of magic medicine.

Last night, the count sent the mercurial servant, called Asha, to deliver it, and he went through the book all night.

After that, there was an additional skill in his system:

[primary magic pharmacy lv0: the success rate of refining and collecting magic medicine increased by 0% -- want to be a master of magic pharmacy? Well, first you need to learn some basics, like the skin of the foot of the Magor! 】

there is no initial level, just an extra skill.

For this, art can only smile bitterly.

Now, what he needs most is to improve his vocational skills, which can be said to be the skills of life occupation. His priority is not high, and even can be said that he has to be ranked last.

However, although his potion skills had not been improved, he probably remembered the contents in the manual and understood the reason why the count who planned to train him suddenly changed his mind to let him "travel abroad":

"besides his low qualification, is there any dark attribute that is not suitable for making magic medicine?"

For such a result, he is also a little speechless.

"Gloria, do you think I'm lucky or unfortunate?"

"Whoa -- whoa --" after leaving the castle, Gloria looked very excited. No, it should be said, returned to normal.

"Well, well, where shall we go next? I have to find a place and try to sketch the will rune"Whoa -- whoa --"

...


the town of cindyla, Southeast of Earl glora.

In the town's "old hawk tavern", a group of people gathered here. At this time, a young man with a crow on his shoulder came in: "boss, I want to stay."

The rest of the town, it's dark, the streets are empty.

It's not cold, but it's not hot either. The young people who only wear a thin piece of clothing are still attractive.

But it's just a glance. In this tavern, it's all in vests and topless.

The owner of the tavern came out from the bottom of the bar filled with pickles and looked at the guest in front of him.

Art stood in front of the bar, looking at him like this, not moving.

"Boy! Are you going to stay? " The tavern owner, who was tall and strong and had scars on his face and neck, roared.

"Wow - Wow -" the crow flew up.

The young man, art and the other guests, couldn't help but cover their ears: "can't you keep your voice down?"

"Real soldiers never whisper!"

"Ha ha! Real soldiers never shave! " A thin young man was learning to speak strangely.

"Come on! Old hawk, dare you shout in front of shanina A leather clad man at the table with the young man sneered.

"I... i... shut up! You two, or you won't get a drop of wine from me The tavern owner, Hawke muttered, and then called out in a vicious voice.

"Yes, it is." the thin young man tutted his mouth and turned his head, and the leather clad man also laughed.

"All right Old Hawke turned to look at art. "And you! boy! Keep your crow quiet! It's going to deafen me! Then, give me ten coppers! Old Hawke will give you a room

"Gloria! Come back! Then be quiet for me Art whispered.

Hearing Yat's instructions, the crow landed on his shoulder and closed his mouth.

Seeing the crow so obedient, the tavern owner couldn't help looking at him more: "very obedient, now you only need to give me eight copper coins."

"So the price is reduced?" Art stares.

"What are you staring at! Twelve! Now you need to give old hawk twelve coppers Old Hawke showed his teeth.

"..." now he knows that the tavern owner's collection of money depends entirely on his mood.

Although he has a lot of money, being rich is one thing, being cheated is another.

In this case, he could only recognize it with his nose if he didn't want to stay out for another night.

"All right." "Twelve copper coins..."

then, when he took out the coins from his arms, his arm hit the edge of the bar, and his money bag fell on the ground. The sound of the sound sounded, and the noisy restaurant was suddenly quiet.

It's not because of anything else, it's because the noise represents the money in the purse, not a lot.

The thin and weak young man who laughed just now had a glimmer of greed in his eyes. He whispered to the man with leather armour beside him: "I can guarantee that there are at least 15 gold coins in that purse! And a lot of silver. "

Not only was he, but there were several restless fellows in the tavern, and, obviously, they recognized what the crisp voice represented.

At art "flustered" to pick up the money bag, and took out a silver coin and handed it to Hawke.

Hawke looked a little ugly. After he took the silver coins into his pocket and put them on the table, he yelled at the people in the pub:

"you guys! Give me peace! Don't make trouble in Laozi's territory! Or I'll cut you off! "

With that, he pulled out a huge flat sword about one-third the size of a door panel from the bottom of the bar with his left hand and put it on his shoulder. "Do you hear me?"

Originally in the eyes of the greedy people have bowed or turned their heads, others do not know, they do know.

This old Hawke, who used to be a high-ranking soldier and a soldier of the same rank as a senior apprentice, had a chance to attack a higher level, but failed.

For all, the threat of this "high position" soldier is not small.

Even though they are interested in the fat crow sheep, it does not mean that they are willing to fight with the old hawk.

But, besides fighting, they had no other way to deal with the fat sheep.

They all laughed at the art who nervously put a copper coin into his purse.

This kind of performance makes them think of a kind of guy.

The merchant, or the son of a merchant, is mean and carries a large amount of money with him.Feeling the changed atmosphere in the pub, old Hawke got a headache.

These unruly guys are undoubtedly staring at this young man. Although Hawke has made a warning, he can't really stop it.

At most, he only protected the poor guy while the young man was still in the pub. Once he left

"It's too bad..."

when he was young, Hawke was still fighting to protect the young people. Now, he has a wife and children.

In the tavern, he can maintain it, but if he goes out, he should not be in charge of it, otherwise...

"Alas..."

Hawke is sighing, and greedy hyenas are preparing plans.

And art, the corners of his mouth are up.

"I'm interested in you, too."

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In the afternoon, art packed up and left the castle.

Inside the castle, the Earl of fast and elty sat at the window, watching art walk out of the gate in front of the castle and gradually move away.

"Father, why did you just let him go? Don't you need an assistant? "

The Countess of fast was elegant and calm, and his indifference was not concealed: "I need an assistant. Yes, but it is also to recruit apprentices. His qualification is too low. He has only a lower level and a higher level of achievement. Even if there is an adventure, he is only a higher apprentice."

Looking at elty, count fast could not help shaking his head: "the qualification of a wizard is determined by blood. It can be divided into five grades. From low to high, it is 54321. In fact, it is the second from the bottom of" fourth class ". It is almost the lowest blood vein. Claudio, I know, is also the second from the bottom If he is low, the blood of his offspring is not high. "

"Originally, even if it was only a fourth class, it could be barely cultivated. As long as you don't die, you can recover the cost in five or ten years."

"But he has only one dark attribute." The count of fast shook his head.

"Is it not good to have only dark attributes?" Elty had some doubts.

"Not bad." The count of fast looked out of the window. "You know, I'm soliciting assistants to assist in the preparation of potions, and the nature of dark attributes is erosion. Therefore, the power of dark attributes can easily contaminate the properties of herbs and other materials."

"Your psionic attributes are fire and earth attributes. Fire attributes are needed to reconcile potions. The earth attributes are stable and will not affect the potion refining." Fast looked at thoughtful elty. "If he has other attributes, he can be cultivated. However, with complete dark attributes, there is no need to recruit him. It takes at least 20 years to recover his efforts. It is not necessary."

Count fast said so clearly that elty nodded.

She looked at the road that had lost art's figure and sighed. Originally, she had good sense of art. Since it was useless, it would be fine.

The count of fast said, "well, Yat should be very smart. I gave him the two basic potions manuals, and he would understand the reason later. In the future, if he had grown up, it would not be impossible to come back here..."

with that, they looked out of the window together, and the sun rose slowly in the distant sky.

...

five or six kilometers away from the Earl of glora, Yat was relieved.

In fact, although att was plotting to make a profit from the count of Gloria, the official wizard was after all an official wizard, and the castle of Gloria was an extension of the count's hand and eye. He stayed in the castle and felt himself under surveillance all the time.

It's not a good feeling.

Even if the count had left him in the castle, he would have looked for a chance to leave, and now...

although the way of leaving was somewhat different, the purpose was achieved.

Although there are not many advantages, the purpose of leaving has also been achieved.

He took off his knapsack, threw two daggers, a sword, an iron bar, and some tools for setting traps, which he had bought from the count, into the inventory, and then took out a somewhat shabby book from it.

Although there are no words on the cover, but inside, it records the basic knowledge of magic medicine.

Last night, the count sent the mercurial servant, called Asha, to deliver it, and he went through the book all night.

After that, there was an additional skill in his system:

[primary magic pharmacy lv0: the success rate of refining and collecting magic medicine increased by 0% -- want to be a master of magic pharmacy? Well, first you need to learn some basics, like the skin of the foot of the Magor! 】

there is no initial level, just an extra skill.

For this, art can only smile bitterly.

Now, what he needs most is to improve his vocational skills, which can be said to be the skills of life occupation. His priority is not high, and even can be said that he has to be ranked last.

However, although his potion skills had not been improved, he probably remembered the contents in the manual and understood the reason why the count who planned to train him suddenly changed his mind to let him "travel abroad":

"besides his low qualification, is there any dark attribute that is not suitable for making magic medicine?"

For such a result, he is also a little speechless.

"Gloria, do you think I'm lucky or unfortunate?"

"Whoa -- whoa --" after leaving the castle, Gloria looked very excited. No, it should be said, returned to normal.

"Well, well, where shall we go next? I have to find a place and try to sketch the will rune"Whoa -- whoa --"

...

the town of cindyla, Southeast of Earl glora.

In the town's "old hawk tavern", a group of people gathered here. At this time, a young man with a crow on his shoulder came in: "boss, I want to stay."

The rest of the town, it's dark, the streets are empty.

It's not cold, but it's not hot either. The young people who only wear a thin piece of clothing are still attractive.

But it's just a glance. In this tavern, it's all in vests and topless.

The owner of the tavern came out from the bottom of the bar filled with pickles and looked at the guest in front of him.

Art stood in front of the bar, looking at him like this, not moving.

"Boy! Are you going to stay? " The tavern owner, who was tall and strong and had scars on his face and neck, roared.

"Wow - Wow -" the crow flew up.

The young man, art and the other guests, couldn't help but cover their ears: "can't you keep your voice down?"

"Real soldiers never whisper!"

"Ha ha! Real soldiers never shave! " A thin young man was learning to speak strangely.

"Come on! Old hawk, dare you shout in front of shanina A leather clad man at the table with the young man sneered.

"I... i... shut up! You two, or you won't get a drop of wine from me The tavern owner, Hawke muttered, and then called out in a vicious voice.

"Yes, it is." the thin young man tutted his mouth and turned his head, and the leather clad man also laughed.

"All right Old Hawke turned to look at art. "And you! boy! Keep your crow quiet! It's going to deafen me! Then, give me ten coppers! Old Hawke will give you a room

"Gloria! Come back! Then be quiet for me Art whispered.

Hearing Yat's instructions, the crow landed on his shoulder and closed his mouth.

Seeing the crow so obedient, the tavern owner couldn't help looking at him more: "very obedient, now you only need to give me eight copper coins."

"So the price is reduced?" Art stares.

"What are you staring at! Twelve! Now you need to give old hawk twelve coppers Old Hawke showed his teeth.

"..." now he knows that the tavern owner's collection of money depends entirely on his mood.

Although he has a lot of money, being rich is one thing, being cheated is another.

In this case, he could only recognize it with his nose if he didn't want to stay out for another night.

"All right." "Twelve copper coins..."

then, when he took out the coins from his arms, his arm hit the edge of the bar, and his money bag fell on the ground. The sound of the sound sounded, and the noisy restaurant was suddenly quiet.

It's not because of anything else, it's because the noise represents the money in the purse, not a lot.

The thin and weak young man who laughed just now had a glimmer of greed in his eyes. He whispered to the man with leather armour beside him: "I can guarantee that there are at least 15 gold coins in that purse! And a lot of silver. "

Not only was he, but there were several restless fellows in the tavern, and, obviously, they recognized what the crisp voice represented.

At art "flustered" to pick up the money bag, and took out a silver coin and handed it to Hawke.

Hawke looked a little ugly. After he took the silver coins into his pocket and put them on the table, he yelled at the people in the pub:

"you guys! Give me peace! Don't make trouble in Laozi's territory! Or I'll cut you off! "

With that, he pulled out a huge flat sword about one-third the size of a door panel from the bottom of the bar with his left hand and put it on his shoulder. "Do you hear me?"

Originally in the eyes of the greedy people have bowed or turned their heads, others do not know, they do know.

This old Hawke, who used to be a high-ranking soldier and a soldier of the same rank as a senior apprentice, had a chance to attack a higher level, but failed.

For all, the threat of this "high position" soldier is not small.

Even though they are interested in the fat crow sheep, it does not mean that they are willing to fight with the old hawk.

But, besides fighting, they had no other way to deal with the fat sheep.

They all laughed at the art who nervously put a copper coin into his purse.

This kind of performance makes them think of a kind of guy.

The merchant, or the son of a merchant, is mean and carries a large amount of money with him.Feeling the changed atmosphere in the pub, old Hawke got a headache.

These unruly guys are undoubtedly staring at this young man. Although Hawke has made a warning, he can't really stop it.

At most, he only protected the poor guy while the young man was still in the pub. Once he left

"It's too bad..."

when he was young, Hawke was still fighting to protect the young people. Now, he has a wife and children.

In the tavern, he can maintain it, but if he goes out, he should not be in charge of it, otherwise...

"Alas..."

Hawke is sighing, and greedy hyenas are preparing plans.

And art, the corners of his mouth are up.

"I'm interested in you, too."

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