I think you can't even imagine the happiness of a warlock.

Even though Chen Zhou lost in the night battle, his round came during the next day.

The good routine he had developed over the past month was so solid that he was still full of energy even though he only slept for more than two hours at night.

Jerry was obviously not that relaxed - especially when Chen Zhou pulled him up for morning exercise after running all night.

"Oh please, I'm a hamster, a super cute hamster! It doesn't matter if you don't pamper me, but you still want me to do morning exercise!?"

"No, let me go, I want to go back to my beauty sleep!"

Raising the intelligence to 9 is quite effective. At least this hamster, which originally knew Common Language, no longer stumbles when speaking.

But Chen Zhou, who had hardly slept all night, decisively rejected the other party's proposal to take beauty sleep.

There is a certain spiritual connection between the familiar and the caster. If the former dies, the latter will also suffer a little damage (but not much).

Even for his own sake, it was necessary to give this hamster some degree of combat training, otherwise it might become a target of weakness in the future.

"So normal spellcasters will choose to hide their magic pets in unsafe conditions!"

Jerry protested, "Why do you think spellcasters tend to choose small pets when choosing magic pets? It's not because the target is small and easy to hide, and the enemy cannot see it if it is placed in the pocket."

"Besides, you can obviously use Magic Pet Pocket to put me in your pocket, right?"

Chen Zhou couldn't help being stunned for a moment when he heard this. Does this hamster even know about the "secret pocket" that spellcasters often use to carry ultra-small magic pets?

Shushu was very proud of this. Even though it was just a space hamster, its knowledge of mystery, arcana, and spell recognition was definitely better than that of its owner.

Not only that, it even understands Warlocks better than Warlocks!

"I don't quite understand, where did you learn the knowledge from?" Chen Zhou became more and more puzzled. There is no way that he could be really knowledgeable just by ordering a variation.

"This knowledge is inherent in your blood. Most warlocks usually master some ancestral knowledge through intuition or dreams, but you haven't learned how to draw what you need from it."

broken!

Chen Zhou found that his hamster seemed to know more than he did!

Doesn't this mean that he has a personal occult consultant?

However, warlocks who draw knowledge from blood or the origin of spells have great limitations. Old knowledge may not be suitable for the current environment, and it is difficult to understand new things, and may not even be correct.

So even though Jerry looked so confident, he really couldn't accept everything he said.

But it is relatively reliable to at least teach him some of the most urgently needed basic common sense.

Thinking of this, Chen Zhou couldn't help but feel relieved that he made the right choice last night.

This is not a great intelligence with an intelligence of 9, this is simply a phoenix!

A certain warlock with an intelligence of 11 but inferior to even a novice in mystical knowledge decided to shamelessly ask: "Then do you know how warlocks become stronger?"

"The best way for you is to fight."

Jerry gave an incredible answer.

But reality is not a game. There is no experience value for killing monsters. How can a profession like a warlock, which is weakly related to combat, become stronger through combat?

The advancement of a warlock is the accumulation of magic power, spiritual transformation, and in-depth exploration of the origin of magic. In fact, it has little to do with combat.

"Warlocks are also divided into different types. Your bloodline comes from the people of the North, and the origin of your spells is also the Aurora they believe in. Chaos and strife are imprinted with the Frostfall Soul, and fierce battles are the best way to seize the power of your bloodline. .”

Is it really?

Chen Zhou recalled carefully.

He had been promoted to a level after accidentally killing a pirate. The upper limit of his magic power increased more on the night of the fishman seven days ago than in the previous two months of practice.

According to Old Setan's explanation, it was because his spirit was stimulated.

But according to Jerry's understanding, it was fighting that made him stronger.

Maybe both ideas are correct, just from different angles.

"So fighting is far more important to you than to me. Can I go back to the cage and sleep now?"

"Of course... no, we should go on a long trip."

Completely ignoring the strong protests of the hamster who had been tossing him all night, Chen Zhou stuffed it into the pocket of a magic pet made with wild arcane magic, packed his bags and headed to Seagull Pavilion.

After preparing for a whole day, it's time for him to set off...

……

The first stop on the public-funded trip was White Eagle Port, a port just north of Fanhua Port, a military port under the rule of Baron Adolf.

In order to avoid accidents while traveling alone, Chen Zhou obtained an adventurer's certificate under the arrangement of President Langton and took on the task of escorting the mole caravan north.

It wasn't until he truly became an adventurer that Chen Zhou realized that making money in this profession was much more difficult than he imagined.

As a Khajiit warrior with undoubted (seemingly) combat prowess, his salary is as high as 2 silver coins per day.

15 silver coins are equivalent to 1 gold coin. In other words, you have to escort a caravan for 7 and a half days to earn this amount of money. If you insist on working with the same intensity for a month, you only get 4 gold coins.

In the past, he relied on his spellcasting ability for two minutes a day to earn 10 gold coins a month, which was equivalent to a daily salary of 5 silver coins, and he was very relaxed.

"Either we say that spell casters are noble, and they can make money even while lying down."

There are a total of 9 guards except Chen Zhou. They are all warriors recruited from adventurers and mercenary unions. There is not even a spell caster.

Judging from their equipment, he actually doubted whether these people together could defeat him, a novice who had only trained with dwarf warriors for a while.

Careful observation revealed that only six of the mercenaries were wearing armor, and those wearing armor were only wearing cloth armor with very weak defense.

After all, the regulations on Carlos' armor are relatively strict. Civilians are prohibited from owning iron armor, and leather armors are also restricted in style and defensive capabilities. Any violation will basically result in hanging.

The restrictions for nobles are looser, but the number of armors they can own is also limited.

If you use a description that even Chen Zhou can understand...

A set of full-body armor for a nobleman is equivalent to a top-notch luxury car worth several million, and a set of armor must be passed down for at least four or five generations.

The leather armor that Carlos civilians are allowed to possess is less than 100,000, which is a relatively common and affordable vehicle.

In terms of cloth armor, the price is no more than a thousand bicycles, and there are even three legs among this group of mercenaries.

Mercenaries and adventurers are professions that spend most of their money on equipment. They can't even afford armor, so one can imagine their strength.

Moreover, the weapons of this group of colleagues are a bit random. The weapon in one person's hand is just a spear...

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