Chapter 3162: treatment
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The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal
- Mad rabbit
- 1244 characters
- 2021-01-30 11:25:25
magical?
I am amazed by the blue witch's brain circuit.
This is really horror!
That is the human being eroded by the curse!
In other words, what is the curse?
I asked the blue witch curiously.
Because I am a warrior adventurer, I am actually not proficient in magic, and even the few magic such as fire element magic, I learned temporarily before coming here.
Don't look at my magic power being so huge that it is almost inexhaustible, but not long ago, I was a pure physics adventurer with only 100 magic power.
Since there was no magic value before, my understanding of magic knowledge was limited to the scope of conventional knowledge. Together with a pure magician, I was illiterate.
When encountering advanced magic knowledge such as curses, I naturally have to consult experts.
But when I asked what the curse was, the answer I got was—"I don't know either."
Yes, the Blue Witch told me frankly that she didn't know what the curse was.
So I asked again: "You are not elemental magic, are you?"
"Yes" said the blue witch: "But who stipulates that elemental magicians must know curses?"
This is so reasonable, I was speechless.
It's gone, I had to consult with Yula while talking at night.
Yura’s answer is simple and incisive: curse is a long-lasting magic.
Faced with such a simple and brilliant answer, I was even more dazed.
I don't even know what magic is. You told me that curses are long-lasting magic. How do I understand this?
So I moved the question to what magic is. Yula was quite speechless about it. After a long silence, she told me: "Give up, Xiaoyi, you are only suitable for being a glorious warrior."
This was a shock to me, and I almost shouted: My current mana value is hundreds of times that of yours, so you let me give up my magic?
However, the fact is that I do not have any talent for magic, and even my adventurer talent is biased towards physical attacks.
Well, since you can't get the answer, just put it aside, when will you have time, and when will you continue to study.
After hanging up the call, the Blue Witch was dissatisfied with my refusal to keep asking questions tirelessly. She said that I had no perseverance and patience, but in fact, it was Yula who was really impatient.
One night later, early the next morning, as soon as I went downstairs, I met the innkeeper with a smile on my face.
The boss is carrying a bag of snacks and two large glasses of freshly squeezed juice.
Seeing me coming downstairs, he greeted me hurriedly, forced me snacks and juice, and then watched me back to the room with a flattering look.
This set of operations made my head full of question marks, and I couldn't figure out what he was doing.
When I was eating with the Blue Witch, we couldn't help discussing this matter.
The Blue Witch’s thoughts are: Did you catch the boss?
However, the fact is that before this, the hotel owner and I had never met, and there was no possibility of any intersection.
Then the blue witch asked me again: Does the boss have a normal-looking daughter?
I think you read too much romance novels, right? I clearly said that the boss’s expression is flattering, flattering! Not to appreciate!
Then, the Blue Witch had no words.
She is actually quite simple, and it is not easy to think of this.
After thinking about it for ten minutes in silence, I suddenly thought: "Could it be, the identity of the apostle's envoy has been exposed?"
When these words blurted out, the Blue Witch and I looked at each other, and both felt affirmation in each other's eyes.
It should be so right.
In fact, I should have thought from the beginning that the relationship between the middle-aged troubadour and the hotel owner should be very close, otherwise the hotel owner would not recommend me to him.
The close relationship means message sharing.
Perhaps some worthless information does not have shared value, but the information of the apostle envoy is the most precious resource besides the apostle.
Since the middle-aged troubadour could not please me, he changed to the hotelier.
Anyway, the relationship between the two is irreversible, either side eats meat, the other side also has soup.
It's just that they didn't expect that my identity was actually fake from the beginning, no, it should not be said to be fake, but a middle-aged troubadour.
Because from the beginning, I just said that the apostle sent me to ask, not that I was the special envoy of the apostle.
But since the other party has misunderstood, I will clarify at this time. Not only will the other party not believe it, it will cause more trouble.
Instead of this, it is better to stand up to this layer of false identity and live a happy life in the town for a while.
Of course, what I said about being happy and happy is not doing anything wrong, but enjoying the treatment that this status deserves.
Anyway, no one will ask for confirmation, because ordinary humans have no chance to have a positive dialogue with the apostle.
Thinking of this, the Blue Witch and I couldn't help smiling together-wretched smiles.
During the following period, our lives in the town were very happy.
Eating, shopping, preparing supplies, going home to sleep, no matter where they go, adventurers in the battle will avoid us intentionally or unintentionally, resolutely not to spread the battle to us, and when shopping, there is no need to line up. Because we stand alone and form a team-VIP team.
It's been about two days or so. The Blue Witch has had enough of this kind of life. She still thinks it's better to keep a low profile. Even if she is confused with everyone, it is much better not to attract attention everywhere.
So we packed up our things and left quietly while the boss was away.
The innkeeper knows what will happen to us after we leave. We can't manage it, but I believe we will lose our temper. After all, in his opinion, we are the most valuable resources in the whole town. If he can, he hates me. The two stayed in the store all their lives, and then they were happy.
The locomotive drove forward again.
On the road, wild flowers bloom and green grass is abundant, but there are not many trees and there are not many wild animals, but the herbs, especially mushrooms, are growing one by one, which can be regarded as a wonder.
Stopped, came to the edge of the mushroom bush, pulled out a mushroom, put it under the nose and sniffed, it smelled very refreshing.
I tried the soil again with my hands. Well, it was very wet. It seemed that there had been a heavy rain a few days ago.
By the way...Don’t I remember that it rained heavily the other day?
With a question mark on my face, I took the mushroom, returned to the car, and consulted the blue witch.
The latter is even more daunting than me: "It's raining? When did it happen?"
After seeing the mushrooms, the blue witch was quite interested, always wanting to use its taste.
I quickly put the mushrooms aside, and warned her: "You can't eat mushrooms you don't know, it's easy to get into trouble."
The blue witch curiously asked, "What happened?"
"It can be poisoned, but it can be belching."
Hearing this, the blue witch shivered and dispelled the idea of stealing mushrooms.
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