The crooked moon hangs in the sky, and at eight or nine o'clock, the Temple of Meritelli is completely silent. Except for the main hall of the temple and the laboratory, candles and magic lamps are lit. The priests all fell into sweet dreams.
As usual, the witcher probably went to discuss the next day's trial with the sorceress and Aunt Nannick at this time.
The boy was alone in the bedroom.
His mind sinks into the template—
Roy
Age: 14
Occupation: commoner, witcher apprentice
Health: 66
Attributes:
Strength: 5→5.3
Agility: 6.1→6.3
Constitution: 6.5→6.6
Perception: 7
Will: 6.5
Charisma: 6
Spirit: 6.5
Skill:
Slaughter LV4
Observation LV2
Meditation LV2
Crossbow Specialization LV1
Longsword Specialization LV1: Under the careful guidance of the witcher master, after a month of hard training, you have mastered the basics of longsword swordsmanship. Attributes will receive a 5% bonus, allowing you to parry, block, dodge, and attack more quickly and accurately in close combat.
You can actively activate this ability, the bonus effect is doubled, but the physical energy consumption is also doubled, and this state lasts for at least 30 seconds.
Alchemy LV1
Elegance of the Wind (Passive Curing)
Profession:
Witcher LV4 (1305/2000)
Stage: Apprentice (next stage: pass 1 trial of grass, hunt 10/10 kinds of magical creatures, and will advance to junior witcher)
School: Viper
Occupational characteristics:
main property...
Binding Weapons: You have bound a hand crossbow - Gabriel, steel sword - Guvisher, silver sword - none
full recovery...
Loot Package: 2 cu.
Remaining: 1 skill point.
After a month of hormonal catalysis and a lot of training, his swordsmanship finally got started, and his originally immobile attributes also increased slightly.
But that's not enough!
Roy's spirit was invested in the "+" after meditation, his mind moved, the skill point changed from 1 to 0, and the information in the template rippled like water waves—
Meditation LV2→LV3
Constitution: 6.6→71
Life: 66→71
Spirit: 6.5→7
The heat flowed through his limbs, and once again, he was lying on the bed squinting and enjoying the "full body massage", and opened his eyes five minutes later.
It's time to fight for the upgrade.
Roy quietly left the temple, and set off to the back mountain along the overgrown and winding stone road like the other day... Under the moonlight, the shadows of the trees swirled, the north wind whimpered softly, and Guvihir followed. With a shaking wrist, a cold light was drawn in the air.
He was thinking about what traps to set up so that he could catch animals more efficiently. In his sight, a big man suddenly appeared on the forest path in front of him.
The big man was half-squatting with a burly body, his bald head reflected the faint moonlight, and his amber pupils locked him in the distance.
"Little devil, it's just in time, I was just about to find you."
"Lesso, you didn't go to Mother Nannick's place? Why are you stuck here?" Roy moved his nose and smelled a faint smell of blood. There were faint bloodstains on the big man's leather armor.
He thought of a possibility.
The witcher hooked his hand, turned silently and walked into the dark woods. A minute later, the two came to a glade surrounded by a few alder trees...
The boy's breathing stagnated for a while - a full five wild dogs with mottled fur lay side by side on the ground piled with dead branches and leaves, their chest and abdomen undulating slightly, and their long snouts exhaled white air in the cold night. Half of his legs and feet were broken, revealing stubble, and the other half had a bloody sword wound on his fur, and the wound exuded the smell of paralyzing poison.
They all passed out and lost their ability to resist.
"Lesso, are you... prepared for me?" Roy recalled the conversation that day, and his eyes on the witcher became very complicated. He didn't expect the other party to be able to do this - to kill a team of wild The dog is not difficult, but to capture it alive is a rather troublesome technical task.
I don't know how much time the witcher took.
The boy's lips moved, intending to say something.
"Little devil, don't say something sensational like a bitch..." The witcher slowly wiped the steel sword and the blood on his body with a blue cloth, his voice was sonorous and powerful, "Come on, kill them!"
"You must put all your energy into training, and I will take care of everything else - every night from now on, I will prepare 'prey' for you until you meet the harsh conditions and allow you to reproduce the miracle in the mine." Hunting The devil looked at the figure of the young man carrying the sword, and said solemnly, "The only requirement I have of you is to survive the trial of green grass, and don't let the hard work of me, Ox and Serrit go to waste!"
The witcher sighed, "I made an exception, but only during this time... Killing animals, monsters, and humans is for the sake of survival, not to prevent that uncertain death."
"Understood." The young man also rejected the upgrade method of prosthetic hands to others, which belonged to Roy's killing, not others.
But now is not the time to be pretentious. The sharp Guvihir streaked across the night sky, and in the woods under the moonlight, a series of sharp knives pierced into the flesh.
"Kill the wild dog, experience value +10"
"Kill a wild dog, experience +10..."
From this day on, everything developed according to Roy's ideal state, swordsmanship and crossbow shooting training, witcher trials, gaining experience—
The long life has allowed the witcher to master skilled hunting skills. He brings a wide variety of prey, sometimes wild dogs, sometimes a few rabbits, a litter of mice, poisonous snakes, wild boars... The minimum experience is 20 to 30 points. , as many as 100 points, on average, there are about 50 points a day, and you can accumulate experience in less than half a month.
…
There are occasional ups and downs in a regular and peaceful life.
One month after Roy came to the temple, the "tire-teaching" old nanny Nannick made a new request - the teenager must attend the prayers in the temple... He escaped most of the morning mass, but he could not escape the evening prayer.
"Mother Nannick, don't waste your time, you know, witchers only believe in 'Fate'."
Roy reluctantly said that although he admired the charitable actions of the priestess of the temple to save the world, as a person who advocates freedom, he does not believe in any gods and will never be bound by beliefs.
In fact, the vast majority of witchers are not too fond of the gods and maintain a respectful attitude, but there are also a few who are "naturalized" by missionaries.
In Roy's memory, there was a demon hunter named Mo Deng of the flying lion school, who "felt remorse" and threw himself into the arms of the Prophet Rabbi Auda. All the blueprints sank into the pond, completely cut off the entanglement with the past, and became a believer of Lebbiuda.
He will accept the blueprint in the future, and he can't let the treasure be dusted for too long.
Nannick's attitude was unshakable,
"You live in the temple and enjoy the grace of the goddess. You must pay due respect to the goddess. As a demon hunter covered in blood, you should devoutly appreciate the kindness of the goddess and eliminate the hostility in your heart."
The two walked all the way through the quiet hallway of the temple and came to the spacious hall of the temple. Among them were hundreds of priests, believers, and students in uniform gray dresses, kneeling quietly with their hands together, facing the front of the main hall. A statue recites prayers.
The afterglow of the setting sun plated a layer of holy brilliance on everyone's cheeks, as if the statue in front of them was their master, their creator, and even the very young children were unexpectedly pious.
Faced with this situation, Roy has another idea-"God" is just a different-dimensional creature similar to a demon, and it just holds power beyond the mortal level.
Temple priests are "gods" herding believers. In exchange, gods shelter priests to give power or perform miracles, but there have been no miracles in this world for decades.
But there must be something incredible about the temple of Ellander, the center of belief in the northern Meritelli.
This thought lingered in the young man's mind, and his eyes couldn't help turning to the trinity of the young girl, the pregnant woman, and the old woman in front of him.
Statue of Meritelli
Holy Incarnation·Faith Vessel
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The boy who was under observation suddenly felt his heart skip a beat, and a strong sense of crisis emerged spontaneously—in the middle of nowhere, the statue of the pregnant woman who was facing him opened his eyes and cast a glance at him.
golden pupils.
Majestic, grand, profound...
In an instant, his thoughts were suddenly drawn out by an invisible big hand, floating from the ceiling of the temple, from the unattainable holy mountain to the endless sea, and finally into the dark and deep void of the universe.
He trembled all over, like falling into an ice cave!
But that glance lasted less than a thousandth of a second, and the statue closed its eyes.
The boy groaned, clutching his chest and panting like a cow, vigorous cold sweat slid down his skin, every muscle even the ends of his fingers trembled uncontrollably, and his body felt a huge sense of weakness from the inside out.
"drop-"
The ground was stained with a drop of bright red. Roy reached out and touched it, and hot blood poured out of his nose, dyeing his mouth and chin red.
He desperately glanced at the crowd while covering his mouth and nose. The believers were still praying that nothing was out of the ordinary, so they hurriedly fled back to the bedroom.
After a long time, after stopping the nosebleed and restoring calm through meditation, Roy's mind sank into his personal template—
Health: 30/71 (shock and awe), that trivial glance actually cut off more than half of his health!
"Golden eyes, what are they? Could it be—"
This thought only flashed in his mind, and he didn't dare to go into it any more.
"Never observe anything related to the gods, at least until I have enough power!"