Night Raven Master

Chapter 17 The Curse of Weakness
Yate, who was full of acting skills, was not seen through at all, and they did not expect that this young man was not a victim, but a perpetrator.

Although, the target is a thief who doesn't want to die.

Sitting in the room, Yate looked at his career column, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Although the thief's level is not high, his level of lv4 is still a bit higher than his level of lv1.

Therefore, he also gained a lot of experience points, plus some small animals killed earlier, just enough for him to upgrade to a level.

The experience value is assigned to the first profession by default. Of course, you can also change the experience distribution and give the experience to another profession.

[Crow Mage lv2]

【Can use skill point 1】

Sure enough, it's still the same, and you won't get attribute points for upgrading.

Art sighed. In "Extraordinary Middle Ages - The Rise of the Mage", the improvement of attribute points can only rely on treasures, equipment, secret methods, skills, etc., such as demon daggers, bathing in dragon blood, knight breathing, and mages. Meditation and stuff like that.

Treasures are hard to come by, and most players can only make up their minds on secret techniques and skills.

After some skill levels are improved, attributes will be improved, and some sacrifices and sacrificial secrets can also obtain attribute points.

In "Extraordinary Middle Ages", even if there are no deputy knights, there are many mages who learn knight skills. Similarly, knights who learn meditation are not uncommon.

All for extra attributes.

Although Yate also wanted to improve his attributes, he still couldn't find so many good things.

With a curl of his lips, Yate looked at the skills:
Acquired skills [Passive Crow Mage lv1], [Passive Crow Affinity lv1], [Capture Crow lv1], [Shared Vision lv1]

Lv2 can learn skills: [Curse of Weakness]

Now, he can choose to improve his existing skills or learn new ones.

Yate, who lacked skills, naturally chose to learn new skills.

【Available skill points: 1】→【0】

[Curse of Weakness lv1: Temporarily reduces the enemy's strength, physique, agility, and spirit by 10%, and the duration is affected by the enemy's physique. 】

Without any hesitation, he learned the only skill [Curse of Weakness] that lv2 can learn.

Now, he already has some fighting ability.

Relying on the ability of [Passive Crow Mage], he can release [Curse of Weakness] through his servant Crow.

Wait a minute about the Raven Mage
Art looked at Colora beside him.

Can [Meditation · Night Poetry] be used through [Passive · Crow Mage]?
Do it when you think of it.

Under Ater's order, the black crow Glora closed her eyes, and afterward, its aura gradually became steady, and a familiar feeling came from it.

It is the fluctuation of the dark night poetry meditation method.

When Yate felt excited, he felt that the fluctuations in the black crow became abnormal.
there is a problem!

Art immediately ordered Glora to stop using her skills.

thump—

But it was too late, the crow had already fallen on the table, and Art rushed over.

"It's okay." After careful inspection, it was found that it was only mentally traumatized and became listless, and the meditation tried to eat back.

What is the reason?

Art put Gloria next to the pillow, lay on the pillow by himself, and looked at the ceiling.

【Meditation · Night Poetry lv1: Mental power recovery speed increased by 15%, a small amount of professional level experience is provided, deep meditation is increased by 30%, and experience provision is increased by 20%. ——"Some people are born noble, some people are good at praise. But I am always the end of this blood"]

blood?
[The secret hidden in the poem has been revealed, only those with blue blood are eligible for the honor of wizard. 】

He looked at the notes under the wizard class.

"First of all, the body structure of crows and humans is different, and the spirit is also different. Using human meditation methods may cause problems. Second, only blue-blooded people, only descendants of nobles can awaken psionic energy, run meditation methods, and transform the spirit power into psionic energy."

What a pity, I would have wanted the crow to meditate anyway.
That hope appears to have been dashed.

After measuring his head and looking at the sleeping Crow Glora, he sighed.

Speaking of which, the experience points obtained through meditation can only increase the experience slot of [Night Wizard], and cannot be handed over to [Crow Wizard].

This is a bit painful. After all, you can gain experience by killing enemies in the early stage, but it is unlikely to be possible in the later stage.

In order to gain experience points, the level of the main occupation must not be higher than that of the enemy.

In the later stage, you may have to rely on meditation to live.

Art's eyes were focused on [Meditation · Night Poetry]. Now, in order not to arouse suspicion, he has to stay in Syndira Town for a while.

He needs to raise the professional level of the crow mage to lv3 as soon as possible, and learn an attack skill.

As a mage, spells are the real romance. What's the point of hitting someone's head with an iron rod and playing kidney shot with a dagger?
The early stage is the world of close combat, the middle stage is the world of Mages, and the later stage is the world of Mages who can use spells.

Although he does not lack experience in melee combat, it is the last word not to melee combat if you can be long-distance.

Art, who was lying on the bed, began to think about how to attack the thieves at the next moment.

"To be honest, killing people is easier than dealing with wild beasts and monsters. Many warriors who can fight bravely in the wild end up dying in towns."

Yate deeply agrees with this famous quote from his NPC master when he was playing thieves, and another sentence is also regarded as a wise saying:

"I can backstab two thieves with the effort of fighting a wild beast."

after one day.

"Oh, sorry, Art, we didn't find the thief."

Two days later.

"We still haven't found him."

three days later.

"still none."

Four days later.

"I think that guy probably left Syndira. We will send letters to other nearby towns and ask them to help with the search."

The sheriff looked at the dejected Art and shrugged his shoulders.

night.

Art gritted his teeth and said to Hawke, "I will pay."

However, no matter who it is, he can hear his uncertain tone.

At this time, a tall pockmarked face walked into the bar and came to the bar counter. As soon as the stranger stepped into the bar, many people looked over.

However, those eyes disappeared when they saw the people coming in one after another, especially the last one.

"That's... 'Grey Wolf' Sanger? Gray Wolf Mercenaries?"

"Yes, that's right, it's him. He was originally a high-ranking fighter like Hawke, but because of old injuries, he is now only a mid-ranking fighter."

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a pity."

"Damn it, keep your voice down, or his shield will hit you on the head, and the sword will go into your chest, like that!"

"Get your shoes off me!"

The noisy sound in the tavern did not affect the person who walked in.

The last person who walked in was a tall middle-aged man who looked about the same age as Hawke, but his face was extremely gloomy.

"Hawk, give me some wine and a proper dinner."

"Grey Wolf" Sanger stared at Hawke at the counter with gloomy eyes, and said.

Several companions standing behind him spread their hands or shrugged at Hawke. Obviously, they knew Hawke.

"I see." Hawk stared at him for a while, "You are old, Sanger."

"Your mouth stinks, like garlic mixed with rotten grass." Sanger spit out a sentence with a gloomy face, then turned his head and found a table.

At that table, a person was sitting alone.

Following Sanger, a strong man walked over and patted the table: "Hey, you! Get up!"

The person sitting there raised his head involuntarily, with a look of anger on his face: "What are you doing!?"

"I wake you up! You dirty night mouse." The burly man snarled, tugging at his collar, "Sindyla doesn't need a mouse like you!"

No matter who it is, they don't like thieves.

The man looked shocked and angry: "You, you bastard!"

As he said that, he punched the strong man in the face.

"Hey!"

The strong man was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't expect that the other party would dare to make a move. He grabbed the other party's collar with both hands and shook it hard.

Boom! ! !
The dull sound brought by the heavy object hitting the wall caused chaos and screams in the tavern.

There are even guests rushing out the door.

The chair fell to the ground with a "boom", and the pottery cups and plates fell to the ground, making a muffled sound.

The thief who was thrown away looked at the strong man approaching, and his lips trembled uncontrollably: "You you."

"What are you?" The strong man grabbed back and was about to pull out the ax he was carrying, but suddenly a hand grabbed his wrist.

"Norton! This is my tavern!!!" Hawke yelled in his ear.

The strong man named Nortonk was startled, then angry, and then frightened after seeing Hawke's face clearly, his face changed three times in a row, which was very exciting to watch.

Looking at Hawke who was carrying the huge sword, Norton let go of the man, and watched the man flee the bar in a panic: "Cut."

Seeing this scene, several other people laughed out loud, especially the only female in the mercenary team, the archer Solly with freckles: "Norton's ears have been covered by mealworms. Jammed! I think he needs a woodpecker to help."

"Then, his ears will rot, like corpses in the wild." The thin man next to him snorted, "I'm sure."

The strong man Norton yelled: "Hope!!! Do you want to fight!?"

As soon as he finished shouting, his hair trembled and he took two steps back.

The giant sword swept across his eyes with the wind.

Norton looked over, and it was Hawk who made the shot.

dong dong——

The tavern owner knocked on the floor with his huge sword: "Quiet me!!!"

Then, he looked at the "Grey Wolf" Sanger who had been quiet all along: "Sangger, I have something to tell you."

"About him." Hawk's left hand pointed backwards.

"Ah?" Art raised his head in a daze, "Me?"

"Yes." Hawke nodded, and said to the silent Sanger, "as a commission."

(End of this chapter)