Although the house is old but spotless, the original owner kept it very clean—
Sophie raised her head and saw the half-skeleton frame she had pushed aside and fell to the ground before. A pile of bones were scattered and lying there quietly. Brando's dying counterattack created the only battle damage of these undead scouts. Sophie knew that the skeleton soldiers did lack wisdom, but the corpse manipulating behind them was quite different. In fact, the misjudgment had nothing to do with the young people, because Brando didn't know all this at all.
In peaceful times, not many people know this.
The oil painting cut from it lay flat on the ground, and the cold sword of the skeleton soldier fell not far away, which made Sophie's gaze shrink slightly-Madara seemed decisively intending to evacuate during the scout. He immediately launched an attack, and didn't even have to clean up the battlefield.
But this is in line with his memory of history.
Yep
Sophie raised her eyebrows suddenly, and his gaze stayed on the cut oil painting. He read it right, there is clearly a mezzanine on the plane where the frame was cut.
Wait, the ancestral oil painting? Sophie suddenly remembered, could this be the famous Buche oil painting
He immediately struggling to walk over the armrest, and at the same time listened vigilantly to the surrounding movement. Sophie knew that Brando should be killed by a lowest-level corpse-although it was the lowest-level, it was more than enough to deal with ordinary people.
In the'game', the low-level corpse witches can perform some low-level black witchcraft, and can also evoke skeletons and zombies from the nearby cemetery. They are cunning by nature and accustomed to sneak attacks, which is a huge threat to those who don’t know them. .
But Sophie is different, because I'm afraid he knows the other party better than the other party himself—
He buried himself, pulled open the frame of the painting with both hands, and a ring rolled out of it with a tink. At this moment, he couldn't help taking a breath. The shape of this ring was so familiar to him: the ring made of silver glowed slightly in the dark. In addition to the general ring shape, it had a wind queen on the central surface. Pattern.
Such patterns are not common in the south of Eruin.
This is the national emblem of St. Orso in the North—
Sophie carefully wiped the ring with her thumb. This is the reward of the famous Ring of the Wind, the quest "Bucher's Oil Painting", but later this quest disappeared in the next version, and finally knew and completed it. There are very few people who have the task.
Sophie is not one of them. He has only heard of this story. It is said that this ring is a counterfeit of the token of Dillut, one of the Four Saints, but how could Brando's grandfather have this thing
The effect of the Ring of the Wind in the game is dexterity +1, and consumes energy to send out wind bombs to attack the enemy in front. In the game, it takes ten minutes to absorb a little energy, but I don’t know if it’s the same here.
He looked at this ring, and his heart was pounding for a while, forgetting the dangers around him. The appearance of this ring confirmed his guess from the side that this world is exactly the one he is familiar with.
Sophie couldn't help letting out a long sigh. He was feeling a bit worried about gains and losses at the moment, but after hesitating, he slowly put the ring on his index finger—the magic ring only worked on the index finger and thumb. In Vornze, the area between the index finger and the thumb is called the "Mystery Realm" by the witches of Taran. They believe that this is the center of the magic of the human body, and most of the magic gestures evolved from here as the starting point.
But for Sophie, this is just a subconscious behavior under the constraints of the rules of the game, nothing more.
'Kang Dang! '
He was actually having an effect on this ring, but at this moment a loud noise came from the direction of the first floor but suddenly made him look back.
Sophie was shocked and immediately became alert. This may be the sound made by the undead-but even if it is not, there are enemies that will attract outside. He ignored the other oil paintings and immediately dropped the oil paintings in his hands, and subconsciously stepped back to stick to the wall, and then carefully stared at the hall below.
He immediately saw a sneaky figure.
It was a girl in a plain leather long skirt and carefully fumbled it out from below. She looked left and right. She looked a little nervous-but she hadn't paid attention to the top of her head. The girl clenched a masonry hammer with both hands—it looked a little strenuous, but from her appearance, she seemed to be looking for something.
Sophie couldn't help sighing.
He coughed, not loud, but in this empty room it seemed unusually loud—
The girl was visibly startled, she turned her head abruptly, her face pale. But in all fairness, this girl can be regarded as a beauty. The chestnut-colored long hair is curled up behind her head, seemingly dignified, but the slender eyes under the flat jade forehead always make people feel charming; the brows are slightly pointed. Picking up, his eyes are clear and panic, and his nose is straight and straight. At first glance, he knows that he is a very independent person.
She has a unique temperament, but she is definitely not a lady. At least you have seen a girl who is holding a masonry hammer with both hands tightly, and hanging on her leather skirt is a girl who resembles the cowhide bags of those merchants in the south. You can hardly think that this is a daughter of an excellent background.
The girl suddenly saw Sophie, but suddenly relaxed. She took a breath and couldn't help patting her chest, and a nice smile appeared on her face: "It's you, Brando, scared me."
"Miss Roman, how did you come in?" Sophie couldn't help having a headache when she saw this girl.
This is the girl Brando has always admired. She lives in the opposite house with her aunt. She often has some weird dreams. For example, she wants to go to the outside world to be a trader all day long.
This idea seems a little bit ridiculous in Sophie's opinion. Trading in Eruin is not such a respectable profession. The folks even confuse some of them with liars and thieves.
During the reign of King Ansen VI, these people collaborated with bandits outside for many years and were deeply disgusted. They were even called "people with two mouths and three hands".
Two mouths are because they can talk and deceive. The three hands are due to dirty hands and feet, and they often do petty thefts. It can be said that these people are one of the great threats to local security. Eight of the ten tasks that Sufi has done in the novice era are about them.
"I crawled in from the window outside your kitchen. By the way, your window is so small! Almost tore my skirt—" the girl complained and bent down to adjust the corners of her skirt.
"No one will let you in from there!" Adhering to Brando's memory, Sophie has a certain immunity to this young lady's character, but she couldn't help but slander.
"I'm not asking you about this," he couldn't help shaking his head: "I was asking you, why are you here in the middle of the night?"
"I'm worried about you, Brando," Romain replied and looked around, obviously curious to death: "Did you see that skeleton?"
Did she see it too? Sophie noticed that the lady's eyes fell on her chest.
"Are you hurt?" The future teenage businessman turned her head and blinked.
"Yep… "
"Let me see," she ran up the stairs with her skirt peddling a few steps, holding the young man's hand with a paw to block the wound, "Remove the hand, if you block it, it will infect the wound!" The girl complained. , Looking at Sophie's wound.
She took a breath and raised her head: "Such a serious injury!"
Sophie felt the girl clutching her hand coldly, and her heart jumped slightly. Although he knew that this belonged to Brando's feelings, he did not deliberately stop—
"It's ok… "
"It doesn't matter how big you are!" The business lady gave him a white look, and then she went to look through the cowhide bag she hung on her leather skirt: "Wait, I seem to have a bandage..."
Sophie looked at each other with interest.
He knew that the contents of Roman's bag were her treasures, and Brando bought some weird gadgets with her. For example, sea shells, colorful glass beads, copper whistles, ancient coins, etc. Most of these things are not worth a few dollars, but they are not very common in this area.
The biggest hobby of this future teenage businessman is to shop for these treasures in a pile of junk. Although the two young people have no money, Roman can always buy some rare and cheap things that she likes and cheap.
He held Roman's hand and shook his head: "Go in and find it, it's too dangerous here."
"I'm not afraid of those bones." She raised her head and glanced at him, and finally found a first aid box: "Will you bandage? I won't."
Sophie opened the box and took out the bandage and hemostatic cotton, and she was shocked. He had always wanted to find first aid supplies, because subconsciously he still regarded this place as the world of the game. In the game, the bandage would automatically stop the bleeding and return the blood as soon as the bandage was applied. But at this moment he realized that bandaging is a professional in reality. You can’t just wrap the wound around a few times.
"Brando, should I try it?" Miss Romain looked eager to try.
"Forget it." Sophie hurriedly refused, not so fateful.
He suddenly felt that a dead horse could be regarded as a living horse doctor. Anyway, what to do in the game can be done, and if you hang up, please blame God. He tore one end of the bandage and bit it in his mouth, then untied his clothes, and wrapped the bandage around the wound from the inside. He was at least an experienced hand in bandaging in the game, so the technique was fairly proficient, and he carefully avoided it. Press too tightly.
But he froze suddenly.
He saw a light green number, +1, slowly emerging from his wound.
At that moment, Sophie's mind buzzed like a blockbuster, and she didn't know what she should do next. But immediately he reacted, as if he was a blessed soul, muttering wildly in his heart: "Attributes, attributes, come out for me!"
He waited with a half-anticipation, and fearing that his wishes would fail. After waiting for about a second, a set of faint data appeared in his arms, thighs, joints, body, and heart in turn.
Strength 1.0, dexterity 2.0, physique 0.9.
Then there is another set of data floating in his field of vision like a ghost:
Intelligence 1.1, Will 1.3, Perception 1.0.
Absolute power 1.0, element (uncivilized)—
Under this set of data, lines of text and values cascade down like a waterfall, forming a page of illusory panels:
Brando, human male, level 1 (strength system: physical, melee)
XP: 1 (civilian level 1: -, militia level 1, 0/3)
Health (weakness): 60% (in a bandaged state, restore 1 point of life per day)
Inauguration—
Civilian [Basic knowledge (level 1), geographic knowledge (level 0), local knowledge (level 1)]
Militia [Military Swordsmanship (Level 1), Fighting Skills (Level 1), Tactical Theory (Level 0), Military Organization (Level 0)]
Sure enough, sure enough!
Sophie couldn't help wondering what kind of mentality it would be like to say that an ordinary person has won five million, is it about the way he is now? Is this a dream? Never, he knew that in a dream, a person would not have such clear and strict logic, and few people would suspect that they would dream in a dream.
Are you still in the game
No, the history of the game has reached the nineteenth year of the 20th century.
The young man felt his head in a mess, and all of his ideas seemed to flood in at once, making him a little dizzy. But Sophie shook her head, he knew that all of this was true! I have read so many traversing novels, he is not the first person to traverse the game world, and he will probably not be the last.
Master Martha, do you really exist
Sophie couldn't help but pray heavily to the world's only supreme god. He stared at the virtual data projected on his retina, and couldn't help asking himself:
Isn't this your world, Sophie? What else do you want
Yes, as a senior fighter of more than 130 ranks, what else can he ask for? He has experience. He also has the ability to foresee.
If he can't grasp his own destiny in this way, then he can really be ashamed and knocked to death. But having said that, it feels good to be full of confidence, really good.