15% quick recovery strike

+12 attribute points

Such a high defense, I couldn't help but sigh. After all, the chest armor is a level of clothing higher than the scale armor. After synthesizing the divine language, the basic defense has also been increased by two levels like the dark gold. Therefore, the defense of this piece of clothing is higher than that of the dark gold.

As far as the golden scale armor is concerned, it only lacks 34 points of defense.

The most speechless thing is its demand. The demand level is even higher than the power points required. This is the first time I have seen this. I originally wanted to leave it to Sarah, a battle mage like her who is suitable for both near and far.

This dress is very suitable for you, but looking at the level requirements, it will probably take a while before you can wear it, so you should use it as your own backup equipment first.

With the divine language equipment as a backup, we are probably the only ones in the entire first world.

So at night, I wore the Divine Word Breastplate, held the Divine Word Crystal Sword in my left hand, held the Divine Spelling Staff in my right hand, and wore a Divine Word high-end helmet on my head. I had the mentality of a nouveau riche sleeping on a pile of gold coins. I slept particularly well.

…

awkward!

Who can sleep peacefully while wearing an armor, helmet, and holding a weapon?

Early the next morning, I arrived at the prison in the Demon Fortress early. Due to the strong folk customs in the Demon Fortress, the prisons here were often full. The civilians in the Demon Fortress were not imprisoned for so many days.

Hell, I'm embarrassed to say that I'm from the Fortress of Demons. Fighting and going to jail are just commonplace for these tough people.

I remember that at Akara, I accidentally saw an application note for the Demon Fortress, requesting an increase in the number of cells.

ha--

Of course, I came here not to conduct an on-site inspection for the application letter, but to welcome our two good reformed comrades, Tualatin and Oscar.

There are many adventurers who have the same idea as me. There are many adventurers surrounding the prison gate, including tall and powerful barbarians and paladins. There are also mysterious mages blocking the way.

The gate made the little guards guarding the gate very panic.

In the eyes of long-awaited eyes, two figures with huge differences, one tall and one short, finally appeared from the gate of Youshen. After being locked up for three days, these two shameless people seemed to be well fed, with shiny skin.

She’s also a little bit fairer, damn!!

"oh--"

When they appeared, the adventurers immediately started cheering tacitly. Of course, they were cheering. With Oscar and Tualatin's "famous reputation" in the Demon Fortress, I don't believe that any adventurer here is sincere.

Congratulations to them on their release after serving their sentences.

"Boss Ocas and Lao Tu, since you were imprisoned, we have lost a lot of weight in the past few days." An adventurer shouted loudly.

"Yes, even the constipation has been cured." Another adventurer immediately received the message.

"Ha ha--"

Suddenly the whole prison was filled with laughter.

"It's my fault. Thank you for keeping everyone waiting. Thank you for your hard work."

Oscar is so shameless, and his face is even thicker than the city wall. He completely ignored the adventurer's verbal attacks and waved his big hand at us, acting like a leader of a certain party.

"I didn't expect that everyone cares about Lao Tu so much. I'm so touched by Lao Tu. I'll invite you to the bar for a drink later. If you don't come, you won't give Lao Tu my face..."

After a pause, Tualatin added without changing his expression.

"Of course, the cost still has to be shared equally by everyone..."

The adventurers burst into tears immediately. As expected, they are not the most shameless, only more shameless.

"Lao Tu, brother Oscar, are you two okay?"

I greeted him enthusiastically and slapped Oscar on the shoulder hard. Even with his barbarian body, he couldn't help but tremble slightly. For this moment, I put on all the equipment that increased the strength attribute.

"Congratulations on your release from prison. Remember to change your mind and start a new life."

Now, it was Oscar and Tualatin's turn to burst into tears. They thought they were shameless enough, but they didn't expect that there was someone more shameless than themselves. Who was the fault of being in jail?

A group of people hugged two pink eggs freshly baked from the prison, and had a lot of fun at Bloody Mary, until they dispersed in the evening.

"I'm telling you, Lao Tu, I've completed what you asked me to do. You have to give me an idea of ​​when to take me to the Dwarf King's City."

When we were going back, Oscar and Tualatin and I walked together because we were on the same road.

"Relax... don't worry, we dwarves never... lie. In a few days, I'll be ready... and I'll set off immediately!!"

Tualatin, who was drunk, was a complete road killer. He was swaying all the way, and he walked in a zigzag pattern on the road that was more than ten meters wide.

"Okay, I'm just waiting for your words."

I suddenly beamed with joy. I had finally completed the first step of the task assigned by Akara. Next, dealing with the dwarf king Muradin was what Linya was good at, and I couldn't be of much help.

"I...I'm going back first, you guys...walk slowly."

On the fork in the road, Tualatin used a ghostly version of ballet walking, picking up his toes and spinning in circles towards the other side of the fork in the road.

Hey, they say that direction is the river, ah, it’s too late. Looking at Tualatin who fell into the river with a splash, floated on the water and slept soundly, and was slowly washed away by the current, I looked at him solemnly.

A salute was made.

May the mother river be able to send him to the resting place of his soul...

After Tualatin left, Oscar and I were the only ones left, and we couldn't say anything to a drunk man, so I stayed silent the whole way and let this guy talk nonsense on the street.

keep distance……

However, just when we were about to kick him back to the hotel, we met another unexpected person.

Necromancer Rod.

He was still surrounded by those children, and on his pale and thin face, which was no better than a skeleton, there was a gentle smile that people could not imagine showing on this face.

The skeleton... no, where's his wife?

I looked around him, but I didn't see his "wife".

However, I soon realized that next to him, there was a woman wearing a gold-embellished turban commonly used by Lu Gaoyin girls, with a red gauze hanging from it. She was wearing a fiery red slim-fitting robe. At first glance, I thought she was

The graceful Lu Gaoyin beauty.

However, occasionally a piece of white bone was exposed between the collar and the gauze scarf, which made me certain that this was his wife.

No matter who sees this scene, the word pink skull will probably come to mind.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, she is actually just a skeleton inside. The only thing that is truly beautiful is her soul. Most men actually understand this truth, but how many can actually do it?

Therefore, at this moment, I sincerely admire Rod. His sincere and never-changing love for his wife makes me, who has always boasted that my love for Willas and others unparalleled, also admire me.

"I, I'm going back first."

Oscar sounded much sober after drinking. His eyes flickered, as if he deliberately avoided looking in Rhode's direction, and then with hurried steps, his figure disappeared around the corner.

I turned around and stared blankly at the figures of Rod and his wife. After a while, my body subconsciously walked towards them.

Rhodes is indeed a necromancer and is particularly sensitive to the aura of strangers. When I looked at him and took a step towards him, he had already glanced over.

So cold! Such gloomy eyes!

Like an old hen, he protected those children behind him. Rhodes locked his eyes tightly on me, and the look he looked over now made me really feel that he was a real necromancer.

Now that I have taken a step forward, I can no longer take it back. Faced with Rod's gaze, I was not afraid and walked forward with a smile on my face.

"What's the matter?"

When he was still ten steps away from Rhodes, a hoarse and deep voice slowly came from his throat. He raised his head, and I really saw his face instead of the side.

He is very thin. His eye sockets have been sunken deeply, and the edges are covered with vicissitudes of life. He really does not look like a person of the same era as Oscar, but his eyes are still shining.

Although his face looks scary, through his slender outline, I can guarantee that when he was young, or even now, if he can be adjusted a little, he is also a handsome man. If you compare him with Tualatin

Standing together, it is a dark version of Prince Charming and the Seven Dwarfs.

"Don't worry, I don't mean any harm."

I spread my hands and with a kind smile on my face, I tried my best to make Rhodes lower his guard. No one could guarantee whether he would take action here.

Then, I pointed to his wife, where she was on her neck, then took out a red scarf and handed it to him, smiling at him.

Looking at my actions blankly, the coldness in Rod's eyes gradually weakened. He took the scarf with trembling hands, and then carefully helped his wife wrap it around it.

In this way, there will be no loopholes.

"Thank you, this scarf is very beautiful, it has a warm feeling..."

Rhodes slowly thanked him in his dry and hoarse voice, as if he hadn't drank a drop of water in more than ten days.

"You're welcome, but the ground is really beautiful because my wife helped me knit it."

Thinking of the history of this scarf, I suddenly felt happy distress in my heart.

When Veras is free, she can't help but knit something for me, so every time I come back, I receive a lot of clothes and shoes that are both suitable and unwearable.

So far, there are seven colors and nine styles of scarves alone, with an extra scarf left for each scarf as a spare. In other words, Veras has knitted a total of 126 scarves for me, and she is currently in

During the training, every night when she rested, she would take out her knitting needles and wool from time to time, and in the flickering light of the campfire, she would continue to use her stitches to tightly net my heart...

Every time I put on these clothes, the warm feeling on them, as well as the vague smell of Willas, can remind me of her sitting gracefully on the edge of the bed, her pair of clothes with happiness under the dim light.

Her beautiful eyes were focused on the needlework in her hand. Each stitch and thread was filled with her deep longing.
Chapter completed!