"Where are the others?"
Standing in the aisle, under the fanatical gazes of Siddam and his men, Atier killed several mutants casually, then looked at Siddam and asked.
"We were suddenly attacked by these people before. Several people were injured and are now lying in the room."
Looking at Athir, Xidem's heart trembled. He put away the sword in his hand and reported to Athir.
"Well, good job."
Athir nodded and looked behind him.
The rain was still falling outside, with occasional thunder, but it was showing signs of slowing down. The strong wind was still howling all around, blowing away the bloody smell.
"The rain is almost stopping. We'll leave as soon as it gets light."
Looking at the sky outside, Athir spoke.
the next day.
When the sky outside was getting light, the rain outside had almost stopped.
Athir asked a few guards to get the luggage, and then, under the leadership of Bonnie and Brand, they slowly searched other places in the town.
Each of those mutants is a small and weird one, and the power that can be obtained after killing them is not small. Athir will kill them all and will not waste any of them.
With two locals leading the way, the process went very smoothly. We found seven or eight fish that had escaped the net, which was a considerable harvest.
During this process, Athir also found the little girl named Amy.
She had been hiding under a wooden bed in a small room last night without being discovered by anyone. She only came out during the day and was discovered by Athir.
After thinking for a while, Athir decided to take her away with him.
After last night's fighting, this town has completely become a dead town, and there is also a strange residual radiation effect around it. Leaving a little girl like this in this town is no different from murder. It would be better to take her back to the manor and settle her down.
As long as there is no interest involved, Atier is still willing to help such poor people.
After searching the entire town and confirming that there was nothing to be found, Athir reunited with Sidem, mounted his horse, and quickly left the town.
After leaving the town, they did not follow the originally planned route, but chose to return directly.
This was decided by Athir.
The purpose of his trip this time was originally to search some forbidden areas to see if he could find something strange in them to speed up the enhancement of his mental power.
But in this small town, he reaped huge rewards. Not only did he slaughter a whole group of mutants for a while, but he also killed two weird creatures. This was enough for his final accumulation, so there was naturally no need to try his luck in those forbidden areas where he didn't know whether they were real or fake.
In addition, this time when we came out of the small town, Amy, Bonnie and others were with me, so it would be somewhat inconvenient to continue moving forward.
Walking on the road, stepping on the softened soil after the rain, Athir led the team and continued walking in the direction of return.
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More than two months later.
In a luxuriously decorated room in the manor, Athir opened his eyes and ended his meditation.
"Name: Athir Fakus. Strength: 14.8. Agility: 15.4. Constitution: 15.2. Spirit: 11.4."
Before his eyes, a familiar attribute panel appeared, displaying the body's data clearly.
"It took more than two months to digest the two newly acquired crystal cores, and finally it has come to this point."
Sitting up from the bed and looking at his physical data, Athir nodded with satisfaction.
At this time, it has been more than two months since we left the town.
Over two months, after Athir digested the two newly acquired crystal cores, his physical fitness was instantly raised to its current level.
Putting aside other data, just the mental power, the most important value for promotion to an official wizard, has reached the promotion standard at this time. If it weren't for Athir's suppression, he could start the promotion at any time.
After casually looking around, Athir walked to a glass mirror in the corner of the room and looked at himself.
In the pure glass mirror, a handsome young man with deep black eyes emerged. His black hair was mixed with a few light silver strands. He looked calm and confident, with a temperament and charm that was eye-catching.
Looking at the figure in the mirror, Athir's face was calm and he did not react at all.
If you really count it, he is almost nineteen years old now, but he still looks like a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, with almost no changes compared to the past.
This should be the influence of the half elven blood in his body. Compared with ordinary humans, the elves are longer-lived. Even ordinary elves can generally live to 120 years old. In addition, elves live much longer in adolescence than humans.
If nothing unexpected happens, Athir will continue to look like this for a long time, until he is in his twenties when he starts to change.
But Athir didn't care about this.
"Chip, based on my current physical data and with the help of thorn tree juice, simulate the success rate of being promoted to an official wizard!" Standing in place, Athir instructed the chip in his mind.
"Task established...extracting database information...starting simulation..." The voice of a chip machine sounded in my mind.
"The simulation is over... The estimated success rate for becoming an official wizard is 79.1%..." Not long after, the mechanical voice sounded again.
"Such a low success rate?" Athir frowned as he listened to the prompt from the Western chip in his mind.
Strictly speaking, this promotion probability is actually not low. There is a greater than 50% chance of successful promotion. If it were other apprentices, they would probably wake up laughing in their dreams.
But for Athir, this success rate is indeed a bit low.
He himself is a rare fourth-class talent. As long as he meets the promotion conditions and has a promotion resource, his chance of promotion can be about 50%. Not to mention that his physical data is so strong that even some formal wizards may not be able to match his physical strength. The vitality he possesses is naturally not comparable to other apprentices.
The stronger the vitality of the apprentice at the time of promotion, the greater the chance of successful promotion.
In addition to vitality, Athir's mental strength also far exceeds the promotion standards. With so many good conditions piled up, the chance of promotion is less than 80%, which is indeed a bit low.
"We can wait a little longer. The chance of success in becoming a formal wizard is the highest on the first try. We must do our best to ensure a successful promotion."
Standing in front of the glass mirror, Athir thought calmly: "It seems that I still need to find a way to refine that spiritual potion."
During this period, in addition to the improvement in physical fitness, he also gained a lot in other aspects.
The alternative formula for the Soul Drop Potion has already been simulated. The reason why it has not been refined during this period is not because Atier does not want to, but because the materials are very troublesome.
In the new recipe for the Drop of Spirit Potion, most of the ingredients can be replaced with materials from this world. Many things are easy to find, but there are also a few ingredients that are also very rare in this world and are difficult to find.
Among them, a medicinal herb called dead spirit grass is one of them.
Dead grass is an extremely rare thing. In this world, it only grows in places where there are a large number of cemeteries or some forbidden areas. It is considered a very rare thing.
This thing is very poisonous. Once an ordinary person eats it, he will immediately have extremely strong hallucinations and eventually die of madness. It has always been regarded as a poison in this world.
In a forbidden area before, Atier had obtained some of these things, but unfortunately the quantity was small and he had used them up a long time ago.
"It seems that we can only send people out to investigate and ask Thor and the others at the same time."
Pushing open the door of the room, Athir thought as he walked.
Compared to him as an outsider, local nobles like Thor are the local bosses, and it is much easier for them to find things than Athir.
Moreover, as a highly toxic and concealed poison in this world, the herb of death might be collected by some nobles.
With this in mind, he walked to another room, picked up a pen and paper, and prepared to write a letter to Thor, asking him to help him find it.
After the message was sent out, some good news soon came.
After Athir promised to use scarlet blood and some other things in exchange, Thor readily gave Athir several dead herbs collected in his castle and promised to continue helping Athir search.
Sitting on a wooden chair in the living room, looking at a black box handed to him by the messenger, Athir took it directly and opened it.
As soon as the black wooden box was opened, a unique fragrance immediately wafted out, which made people feel refreshed.
In the wooden box, several black dead grasses were lying quietly. Because too much time had passed, the moisture on them had evaporated and they began to dry up.
Sitting on the wooden chair, smelling this unique fragrance, and looking at the several black dead grass in the wooden box, Athir couldn't help but smile.
Although the few dead herbs in front of him were not too many, they were enough to make the spiritual potion. As long as his luck was not too bad, he should be able to make a finished product.
He let the messenger go, and holding the black box in his hand, Athir turned and walked towards his laboratory.
After a while, he returned to the familiar laboratory, walked directly to the test bench, and put down the wooden box in his hand.
In the laboratory, there were many things, all of which were materials specially collected by Athir. Many of them were the raw materials needed for the Drop of Spirit Potion, which had already been processed and did not require Athir to spend much effort.
He quickly placed the materials on the simple test bench, and after adjusting his state, Athir began to refine them.
(End of this chapter)