Chapter 99: The only way to relieve worries is to add some points
Back to reality.
Chen Lun rubbed his temples, but the pain did not diminish.
Fortunately, [Maggie's Tears] continued to provide a restorative effect, making him feel cold and his discomfort gradually eased.
"This book... still has many secrets waiting for me to explore, and I will study it slowly in the future."
He held "Philip's Adventures in Wonderland" in his hand and placed it close to the "Jingzhe" bookmark.
The next second, the green light flashed and the book disappeared, already bookmarked.
Chen Lun then put all the bookmarks and things on the table into the dimensional space of the grape ring and kept them with him.
After doing all this, he went to the bathroom and washed his face.
By the light, Chen Lun looked at the handsome guy in the mirror and showed a bright smile.
"My current strength...should have almost reached the upper limit of [Sequence 8]."
He wiped the water drops with a towel and murmured:
"Promotion is the pinnacle? Ha..."
Not enough!
Chen Lun hung up the towel, returned to the room, changed into pajamas, and lay on the bed.
"Add more!"
He rested his head on his hands and looked at the ceiling.
My attributes have slowly improved, and the shortcomings are not as obvious as they were at the beginning. There is no need to reserve all attribute points as trump cards like before.
Dexterity has reached the low-sequence threshold of 50 points. If you continue to increase it, there will be a gain penalty, so Chen Lun set his sights on other attributes.
The strength is 35 points, which is above average for a [Sequence 8] transcendent, but he is not satisfied. To a certain extent, his strength is equivalent to his lethality in close combat. His speed is extremely fast. If his strength could keep up a little more, the effect would be even better.
So he marked 5 attributes and raised his strength to 40 points, entering the upper level of [Sequence 8].
Then Chen Lun added the remaining attribute points to endurance and intelligence. Endurance determines his physical strength and resistance, while intelligence affects the strength bonus of skills. These two attributes become more and more powerful as he is promoted. important.
The 17 attribute points are reasonably distributed, with endurance reaching 31 points and intelligence reaching 30 points, both of which are relatively average.
As for faith?
Chen Lun said he didn't need that thing.
Faith mainly affects skills such as magic and prayer, and is often biased towards church clergy. If you receive the attention and favor of the gods and receive favor, you may have the opportunity to gain greater power.
But these have nothing to do with Chen Lun, he would rather believe in his fists.
"There are also plans for a secondary career, um..."
Chen Lun pondered.
At the beginning of time travel, I was still very weak, and every bit of my strength was extremely valuable, so I did not hesitate to upgrade the original [Fisherman] to the full level.
But as the strength becomes stronger, this sub-class seems to be lagging behind, and it is time to replace it.
Because in the low-sequence stage, players can have up to two sub-professions, and adding more will result in a revenue penalty, requiring more experience points to be upgraded, which is not worth the gain.
The best way at the moment is to replace it with a more suitable one.
"Although it is not difficult to get rid of a sub-class, but what should it be replaced with...?"
he thought.
There are many ways to get rid of the sub-profession, and Chen Lun has no fewer than ten in his mind, but only for the first time. Starting from the second time, there will also be corresponding punishments.
Therefore, Chen Lun had to think carefully before replacing him.
"It's nice to have a sub-profession, but..."
He suddenly thought of something and had a strange expression on his face.
Because most of that sub-profession comes from the Red Apple Church.
……
Hypericum Girls' School.
Staff dormitories.
A middle-aged man stood in the center of the room, quietly looking at Margery's body separated on the ground.
"Greed is the original sin of the earth. I have taught you many times, Margery."
He sighed.
If Chen Lun saw him, he would recognize him as a man he met once in the black market at the port. Rebecca's history teacher, Professor Molimer.
Molimo took out a small box of matches from his pocket, took one out with his fingers, and lit it gently.
The flames flickered.
Then, he stretched out his other hand and made a strange gesture towards the corpse.
Hua Hua...
The sound of pages turning rapidly appeared all around.
The tables, chairs, beds and furnishings in the room, including Margery's body, all showed illusory outlines, and then kept changing and flashing.
The phantom swings like a frame skip, gradually forming the illusion of going back in time, and each scene becomes a historical retrospective, displayed in front of Molimo——
Margery's illusory shadow opened the door in a panic and was about to leave. Suddenly, a dark hand stabbed from outside the door and separated his body.
Just as the murderer was about to step through the door, Molimo could see his true face.
boom! !
Professor Molimo groaned.
All the illusions in front of him began to collapse, and the figure of the murderer disappeared.
"Extraordinary counterattack?!"
He narrowed his eyes and blood spilled from the corners of his eyes.
The flames began to fluctuate violently, as if they would go out in the next second.
"We can no longer look at his history, otherwise it will cause greater backlash..."
Molimo thought.
He increased his extraordinary power to maintain historical retrieval, but immediately chose to shift the target to the letter written by the student Margery.
I saw countless phantoms of ashes appearing out of thin air all around, and then they gathered like thousands of birds returning to their nests, flying towards the match in Molimo's hand.
A dark letter slowly returned to its original appearance in the flames. Professor Molimo took out the phantom and read it quickly.
"Hmm...Spades?"
Molimo flicked his hand, and the flame in his hand went out.
Wow…!
Then all the shadows in the room disappeared again and returned to normal.
Far away on the other side of the inner city.
Bradley Square.
Because it was invested and built by Earl Bradley, it was named after him.
This is the most prosperous downtown area in the inner city, and the most high-end stores in Amber City will be opened here. There is a large flow of people near the square, and carriages of dignitaries can often be seen passing by here.
There is a luxuriously decorated gallery next to the square, with the door facing the square.
Its signboard reads "Amber of Time".
The gallery was very quiet, and the guests kept silent and silently admired the paintings on the wall. When people traveling together occasionally communicated, they also deliberately lowered their voices.
At the end of the gallery, there are the back figures of two men. They are standing in front of a large oil painting, looking up at it.
The person in this painting is a brown-haired young man wearing a military uniform. He turned and left at the corner of the battlefield, forming a strong contrast with the many companions who were charging into the battle.
In a corner of the oil painting, there is its name "Desert", the author is Beckmann.
"Your assistant has died, and this is how you commemorate him?"
asked the man in a black suit.
"Roderick, although I am also sorry, this is the greatest respect for him."
The man in the white suit chuckled.
"This is an important moment for Vigre to transform from a boy to a man. I'm sure he will love it."
Rodrick looked at the gallery owner, and there was no sadness on his face.
Cold-blooded?
That's right.
If Beckman wasn't a cold-blooded person, I wouldn't cooperate with him.
"I once gave him an autograph painting to help, but he died in the end... Of course, I saw the murderer in the eyes of that painting."
Beckman said.
"The murderer should be in the association you organized now."
"Oh? I think I know who it is..."
Roderick thought for a moment and said.
"When the purge operation begins, I will help you pay more attention to him. It can be regarded as revenge for your assistant.
In exchange, I need your help to suppress Molimo, the president of the Amber City branch of the History and Ceremony Association. ”
Beckman smiled, shook his head and said:
"A low-sequence ant is not my enemy, nor is it worthy of my helping you."
Roderick frowned slightly.
"Don't forget that I will also help you capture the traitor 'Fei Rui' of the Church of the Sun. Isn't this person very useful to you?
Although I am the special correspondent of the shelter, I can't cover everything here. You should understand how much pressure there is. ”
"He is just the target of the 'circus' organization, not mine...
Of course, I will do my best to accomplish this in order to maintain my image as a good member of the ‘circus’. ”
Beckman said.
"When the time comes, I will fulfill my original promise and help you destroy this extraordinary organization...
But I will not take action in your purge operation. At most, I will 'unintentionally' convey the news to the Red Apple Church. I believe Bishop Newman will be interested. ”
Roderick pondered for a moment and nodded.
In recent times, the Red Apple Church has been frantically pursuing the Historical and Ritual Association. If Bishop Newman takes action together, I believe Molimo will be doomed. (End of chapter)