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〖Prison Star Calendar〗
〖Year 187, June 21〗
〖10:47 AM〗
〖Countdown to Confession Death: 28 days〗
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Upon concluding his rounds, Tyler embarked on his personal pursuits. His preparations for the "Advanced Trial" encountered so stumbling blocks, hence necessitating a comprehensive review.
In order to amplify his chances of passing the "Advanced Trial", Tyler had two quantifiable objectives:
1 Reach a maximum Magic Energy of 3000 points, current value: 1790 points;
2 Attain an Dexterity attribute of 150 points, current value: 114 points;
Beyond these two goals, Tyler harboured a more subjective aspiration:
– "Master an ability to evade attacks, current progress: utterly clueless."
Although referred to as an "ability", it essentially alludes to a skill.
Acquiring a new skill is a reliable ans to achieve this subjective goal. However, Tyler's two professions that could currently be levelled up, "Hunter" and "Pharmacist", evolved at a snail's pace, rendering them unreliable.
An alternative thod involved praying that the new attributes obtained after a skill reached a certain level would prove useful.
Yet, after Tyler inspected "Heart of Focus" and "Calculation Boost", he realized that even if new attributes did materialize, they would most likely bear no connection to evasion.
Since neither of the above thods were feasible, the last resort was to purchase equipnt with inherent skills akin to "Secret Saber: Blaze Steed"...
However, judging from the intense competition for the Blaze Steed, such a windfall would likely be hard to co by.
With a hopeful heart, Tyler began browsing the equipnt shops in Sunny Town. As he had anticipated, not one piece of equipnt was endowed with inherent skills. Moreover, the footwear-type equipnt sold in the armour shop were all defence-oriented, which would only hinder speed.
(Considering my Life Energy value, I'm not suited for switching to a defence-oriented battle style...)
Tyler sighed. Just then, a master craftsman from the armour shop approached him for a chat.
"You're Banning, aren't you, lad?"
"Do you know ?"
"Heh, those two materials of yours are quite intriguing, all the craftsn in Sunny Town are discussing it."
(All the craftsn in Sunny Town?)
Tyler initially thought that Oleg had rely ntioned introducing him to a craftsman, but he didn't expect him to truly gather the collective wisdom of everyone to devise a plan.
Tyler was quite moved for a mont.
"Are those two materials truly that rare?", Tyler asked.
"No kidding, materials from a third-tier monster, and high-quality ones at that. In a small place like ours, we might see them once every three years."
"I see, in that case, I will have to trouble you to put in extra effort."
"Hmph! Of course, you can look forward to it!"
The master craftsman flexed his brawny biceps, which only added to Tyler's worry...
If the final product turned out to be equipnt suited for muscle-bound n, wouldn't it be a case of a solution going squarely against its purpose?
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Regardless, the information gleaned from the armour shop did provide Tyler with so hope. However, he could not place all his bets on the "Poison Blade Rat King's Venomous Claw" and the "Shadow Rock Demon Swarerock's Magic Core".
He had to strive for the best in what he could do.
Thus, to expedite the process of enhancing his skill proficiency, Tyler added a "nap" to his daily routine.
Given Tyler's current Wisdom attribute, coupled with the bonus from the ditation Ring (60 Magic Energy/hour), each hour of sleep could restore 418 (358 60) points of Magic Energy.
Hence, by setting aside 2 hours for a nap each day, Tyler could speed up his skill enhancent process by approximately 25%, a significant improvent.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that if it weren't for other tasks, Tyler would be tempted to abandon everything else and devote himself entirely to the "sleep and enhance skills" regin.
Unfortunately, the current situation at the Quest Guild made it impossible for Tyler to focus on his cultivation in peace.
(I must keep an eye on the Mayor... After all, Sunny Town is his territory.)
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Tyler's concern was not unfounded.
Tyler had been in Sunny Town for less than a month.
anwhile, Mayor Gideon had spent the greater part of his life in Sunny Town.
When he discovered that his son, Keven, had not returned ho even by the following morning, he imdiately dispatched people to search for him, speculating that the good-for-nothing lad had probably passed out in so maiden's house. He needed to be dragged back for a proper reprimand.
However, the report brought back to Gideon left him dumbfounded.
"Keven is nowhere to be found in all of Sunny Town?"
"He vanished after chasing a black-clad archer out of town yesterday?"
Gideon repeated his subordinate's words, then abruptly erupted in fury, punching a hole through the table.
"Why aren't you searching the outskirts?!"
"Summon everyone!"
"Full mobilization!"
"If you can't find Keven, don't bother coming back!!"
Gideon's long-dormant rage scared all his underlings.
After issuing his orders, everyone scurried off as if fleeing for their lives.
"The Quest Guild... black-clad archer... Oleg... Emilia..."
Gideon muttered these nas over and over, trying to find a connection between them.
His intuition told him that the world wasn't so coincidental; this black-clad archer must have been from The Quest Guild.
—(I had thought that once Oleg, the old geezer, fell, The Quest Guild would be easy to deal with...)
—(Unexpectedly, there was soone even tougher than Oleg...)
Gideon donned his sword, deciding to personally visit the GudeTown.
If Keven was unhard, he would ensure the black-clad archer t a swift end.
But if Keven was hurt, even if it were a re scratch, Gideon would ensure the archer t a fate worse than death!
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In the evening, at dinner ti, Tyler headed to the Cat Girl's Restaurant, hoping to run into Granny Kasi.
Unexpectedly, on his way, he first encountered Emilia, who was on her way ho.
As they were walking towards each other, Tyler didn't have ti to avoid her, so he greeted Emilia with a smile.
"I thought you'd be busy till late," Tyler initiated the conversation, seizing the initiative.
"Everyone at the guild has been looking out for , so I'm not as busy... Lord Banning, are you heading to the Cat Girl's Restaurant for dinner?"
Confronted by Emilia's question, Tyler's mind-reading skills went into overdrive.
ραΠdαsΝοvel.cοm At this mont, Emilia was contemplating if Tyler would confirm her assumption, she would claim her pantry was barren and join him for dinner;
And if Tyler negated, she would pursue the topic, asking where he intended to dine.
In any case, since she had encountered him, she couldn't let Tyler slip away.
Her mother's words always echoed in Emilia's head at crucial monts.
"Emilia, when you grow up and find soone you love, pursue them bravely. "
"We fox people are a passionate and fearless tribe~""
As for Tyler, knowing what Emilia had in mind, he knew exactly how to respond.
"Dinner huh... I haven't decided yet. What about you, Emilia? How will you be having dinner?"
Contrary to Emilia's expectations, Banning had counter-asked about her plans!
What was she to do now?
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