Chapter 25 Gain
"Two pieces of magic stone and one pound of monster meat, indeed."
Ronan thought for a long time and couldn't find a suitable adjective, and finally could only use "awesome" to evaluate it.
Warcraft's physique is special, and its flesh and blood contains a large amount of energy particles. It is easier to open up the taste buds of wizards who have been dealing with energy particles all year round.
Therefore, even if it is simply cooked, the taste of Warcraft meat will be more fragrant than ordinary meat.
Ordinary wizard apprentices are already troubled by the problem of energy particle erosion. After tasting Warcraft meat, they have to take potions to resolve the accumulation of energy particles.
Only formal wizards whose bodies have been initially transformed by energy particles can eat it without restraint.
Ronan's [Ascetic Body Training] broke through to the proficiency level not long ago, and his body has been greatly improved, so he can use it with confidence and boldness.
He mainly wanted to try something new.
After the news of the imminent invasion of the Black Witches spread, the entire Hoddam was in a state of turmoil before the war, and the prices of various supplies soared.
The price has not risen, but plummeted, probably only for World of Warcraft meat.
"According to the butcher shop boy, because supplies are now tight, every wizard in Hoddam is trying their best to arm themselves and use every magic stone on the blade to prepare for the upcoming battle.
There are fewer people willing to spend money to satisfy their lust, and the price of Warcraft meat, which is not easy to store, will naturally come down."
"One kilogram of meat from the zero-level magic beast White Fang Porcupine would have cost five low-level magic stones in the past."
Ronan sat on a chair and picked his teeth for a while.
I don't know what's going on, but I feel very hot all over my body.
Even after drinking two large pots of boiled water, I couldn't extinguish the fire in my body, so I could only start practicing exercises on the spot, trying to vent the energy that was almost overflowing.
Two hours later, Ronan, whose whole body was wet with sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water, finally felt like he was back to normal.
"Is this the only thing that will happen if I eat World of Warcraft meat? Am I allergic to Warcraft meat?"
Ronan was puzzled.
Logically speaking, it is not a symptom that energy particles accumulate in large amounts in the body and cannot be discharged. It should be very painful.
But it was as if he had taken some great tonic just now, and his whole body was "up".
Pulling up the character panel, Ronan looked at it and said "Hey".
The proficiency level of [Ascetic Body Training] displayed in the skill bar of the panel has increased by a full 11 points compared to before.
And this is just an exercise after a meal.
"Does Warcraft meat have an auxiliary effect on the body-building method?!"
Ronan blinked, feeling incredible.
After thinking about it carefully, I realized that I was the one making the fuss.
"I'm afraid this is not a secret at all. The effect of Warcraft meat is of no importance to wizards.
Wizards who can afford to eat World of Warcraft meat will never put their energy into physical training. There are very few wizards who can practice physical training.
I can barely be considered an outlier. . "
As for those mortals who practice the way of knighthood, they have probably regarded the meat of monsters as a treasure that can be encountered but cannot be obtained.
Regardless, this is good news for Ronan.
With the assistance of Warcraft meat, his progress in [Body Training] will undoubtedly be much faster, and now is the time when Warcraft meat is cheap.
After the slight joy, the gloom comes again.
Ronan walked to the side of the hut, took down a one-handed sword with a cold light hanging on the wall, held it in his hand and waved it casually, sighing softly. "War"
More than half a month has passed, and the tense atmosphere in Hoddam wizard land has not diminished at all, but has become more intense.
There is a growing feeling that a war is about to begin.
The body of the black-robed wizard hanging on the wooden stake at the entrance of the town had long been dried in the sun, and there were two more wooden stakes.
The soaring housing prices, the fresh corpses in black robes, and the rumors flying everywhere are all constantly provoking the fragile and sensitive nerves of the wizards at the bottom of the wizarding underground.
Ronan was similarly affected.
It can even be said that Ronan, who was accustomed to living in a harmonious society in his previous life, was more anxious than ordinary people when facing the impending war.
He followed the trend and purchased a wave of supplies, stocking up enough food in his small hut to last him for more than half a year.
In addition to practicing every day, I also set aside part of my time to collect wild fruits, dry them or make jam.
Most of the meat from wild animals is made into bacon and dried meat. Ronan didn't even know that he had so many skills... They were all forced out by anxiety.
Fortunately, as a rune master, Ronan also received some benefits from the war.
The prices of magic tools and equipment have skyrocketed, and the prices of runes have also risen with the tide.
The unit price of the [Clean] rune has increased to two magic stones, and the price of the [Shining] rune has increased to three pieces.
This increase is still small. The price increase for mid-level and above runes is truly amazing. The most popular [Protection] runes are all priced at fifteen magic stones.
Naturally, Ronan would not give up this great opportunity to make a fortune. He had already begun to study the imprinting of [Protection] runes, and he even had a strong interest in the work of the enchanter.
After all, rune masters are still working for people, like low-level assembly line workers, but enchanters are different and can be regarded as high-level technicians.
At the same level, the income gap between the two is quite large.
It's a pity that, let alone enchantment, it's just a small [protection] rune. Ronan has been studying it for more than half a month, but he still hasn't gotten started yet.
The complexity and difficulty of imprinting the zero-level intermediate runes far exceeded his expectations. Even with the assistance of the panel, the progress of his self-study was comparable to that of a tortoise.
Taking the one-handed sword he bought at the wizard market for half a low-level magic stone, he practiced for a while a mortal knight sword skill that the seller came with the sword. Ronan felt that he was in good condition, so he put down the sword and went to practice [Protection] again. The imprint of runes.
He enchanted the magic ring with the finished [Protection] rune on his hand, and practiced until his mental power was almost exhausted, and several blank rune stones were used up.
Ronan rubbed his brows tiredly, while absorbing the gains and insights gained from the feedback from several practice panels, he took out a blue potion contained in a beautiful crystal bottle from his pocket.
Low-level concentration potion.
Affected by the "war", the price of medicine is now ridiculously high.
Fortunately, Ronan had already spent all his money before the price increase was not so exaggerated, and sold the medicine he had stolen from the dead wizard. Afterwards, he found out that it was a "low-level healing potion" specially used to heal wounds, and he collected some money. Pen magic stone, bought three bottles of low-level concentration potion in one go.
I have already drank two bottles, and now I have the third and final bottle in my hand.
"The effect is getting worse and worse. I hope I can break through smoothly."
Ronan looked at the 94% progress bar displayed behind the fourth-level wizard apprentice on the character panel and prayed secretly in his heart.
Without any hesitation, he unscrewed the crystal bottle and drank the entire bottle of medicine in one go. Then he poured it in with boiled water and rinsed it three times before drinking it all into his stomach.
After doing all this, Ronan quickly climbed onto the bed, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.
(End of chapter)