Night Raven Master

Chapter 14 Hawke's Tavern
In the afternoon, Art packed his things and left the castle.

Inside the castle, Earl Fast and Alti sat by the window, watching Art walk out of the gate in front of the castle and gradually go away.

Alti couldn't help asking: "Father, why did you let him leave? Don't you need an assistant?"

Earl Fast's expression was elegant and calm, and his indifference was undisguised: "It's true that what I need is an assistant, but it's also for recruiting apprentices. His qualifications are too low, and only the lower ones are higher. The highest level is a medium apprentice, even if there is an adventure, it is only an advanced apprentice."

Looking at the puzzled Alti, Earl Fast shook his head: "The aptitude of a wizard is determined by blood, and can be roughly divided into five grades, from low to high, five, four, three, two one, low On the upper side, it is actually the second-to-last level of the 'Fourth Class', which is almost the lowest bloodline. I know Claude, the bloodline over there is also the second-to-last level, and his descendants have high bloodlines too. Not going anywhere."

"Originally, even if there is only a fourth class, it can be barely cultivated. As long as you don't die, you can recover the cost in about five or ten years."

"However, he only has one dark attribute." Earl Fast shook his head.

"Isn't it good to only have the dark attribute?" Alti was a little puzzled.

"It's not bad." Earl Fast looked out of the window, "You have to know that I recruited assistants to assist in the refining of potions, and the characteristic of dark attributes is erosion, so dark-attribute psionic energy is easy to contaminate properties of herbs and other materials."

"Your psychic attributes are fire and earth attributes. The fire attribute is what is needed to blend potions. The earth attribute is relatively stable and will not affect the refining of potions." Fast looked at the thoughtful Alti, "If he has other attributes, he can still be cultivated. However, if he has a completely dark attribute, there is no need to recruit him. The effort to cultivate him will take at least 20 years to recover. It is unnecessary."

Earl Fast's words were so clear, Alti couldn't help but nodded.

She looked at the road where Yate was no longer there, and sighed. She had a good sense of Yate at first, but since it was useless, forget it.

Earl Fast said: "Just understand, Arter should be quite smart. I gave him the two basic potion manuals, and he will understand the reason later. In the future, if he grows, come back here It's not impossible"

After finishing speaking, the two looked out the window together, and the sun was slowly rising in the distant sky.

After five or six kilometers away from Earl's Castle, Art also heaved a sigh of relief.

In fact, although Art is planning and wants to get some benefits from the Earl of Gloria, however, the official wizard is an official wizard after all, and the Castle of Gloria is also an extension of the Earl's hand and eye. In the castle, I feel that I am under surveillance all the time.

It's really not a good feeling.

Even if the earl left him in the castle, he would find a chance to leave, and now...
Although the way of leaving is somewhat different, it still achieves its purpose.

The benefits are obtained, although not many, the purpose of leaving has also been achieved.

He took off his backpack, threw the two daggers, a long sword, an iron rod and some tools for setting traps he bought from the count into the inventory, and then took out a somewhat worn-out book from inside. booklet.

Although there is no words on the cover, but when flipped inside, it records the basic potion knowledge of Bloody.

Last night, the earl sent the mercury servant named Aisha to bring this thing, and he went through the booklet overnight.

Afterwards, there was an additional skill in his system:
[Elementary potion science lv0: The success rate of potion refining and collection increases by 0%——Want to become a master of potion science?Well, you first need to learn some basics, just like the basics of Magor Golem's foot skin! 】

There is no initial level, but this skill is added.

For this, Art could only smile wryly.

What he needs most now is to improve his professional skills, which can be said to be the skills of life occupations. The priority is not high, and it can even be said that it has to be ranked last.

However, although his Potions skill has not improved, he has probably memorized the contents of the manual, and he also understands the reason why the count who planned to train him suddenly changed his mind - he asked him to "go on a trip" :

"Besides the low aptitude, is there a dark attribute that is not suitable for making potions?"

For such a result, he was also a little speechless.

"Gola, do you think I am lucky or unlucky?"

"Wow—wow—" After leaving the castle, Glora seemed very excited, no, it should be said, she returned to normal.

"Okay, okay, where should we go next? I have to find a place first and try to outline the will rune."

"Wow-wow-"

In the southeast of the Earl of Gloria, in the town of Syndira.

In the "Old Hawk's Tavern" in the town, a group of people gathered here, and it was very lively. At this moment, a young man with a crow on his shoulder walked in: "Boss, I want to stay."

The rest of the town was already dark, and the streets were empty.

The weather wasn't too cold, but it wasn't too hot either. The young man wearing only a thin layer of clothing was still somewhat eye-catching.

However, it's just a glance. In this tavern, there are even those who are only wearing vests and shirtless.

There was a rustling sound, and the owner of the tavern came out from under the bar counter filled with wooden barrels filled with pickled products, and looked at the guest in front of him.

Art stood in front of the bar, just looking at him like this, without moving.

"Boy! Do you want to stay!" The tall and strong tavern owner with scars on his face and neck roared.

"Wow - wow -" the crow flew up.

The young man, that is, Art and the other guests couldn't help covering their ears: "Can't you keep your voice down?"

"A true warrior never whispers!"

"Hahaha! A real warrior will never shave his beard!" A thin young man imitated his words in a strange manner.

"Okay! Old Hawk, do you dare to speak loudly in front of Shanina?" A man in leather armor who was at the same table as the young man sneered.

"I, I. Shut up! You two, or you don't even think about buying a drop of wine from me!" The owner of the tavern, Hawke, muttered, and then shouted viciously.

"Yes, yes~" the skinny young man clicked his lips and turned his head away, while the man in leather armor also smiled.

"Okay!" Old Hawk turned his head and looked at Art, "And you! Boy! Keep your crow quiet! It's going to deaf my ears! Then, give me ten copper coins! Old Huo Ke Ke will give you a room!"

"Glora! Come back! Then be quiet!" Arthur whispered.

Hearing Art's instruction, the crow landed on his shoulder, and then closed his mouth.

Seeing that the crow was so obedient, the tavern owner couldn't help but give him another look: "Very obedient, now you only need to hand me eight copper coins."

"Is this the price reduction?" Art stared.

"What are you staring at! Twelve coins! Now you need to give old Hawk twelve copper coins!" Old Hawk bared his teeth.

"." Now he understood that the tavern owner's payment was entirely based on his mood.

Although he has a lot of money, it is one thing to have money, and another thing to be cheated of money.

In such a situation, he could only pinch his nose to admit it, if he didn't want to stay outside for another night.

"Okay." Art said a little reluctantly, "Twelve copper coins"

Then, when he took out the coins from his pocket, his arm bumped against the edge of the bar, and his money bag fell to the ground with an "accidental" sound, and the originally noisy tavern was instantly quiet down.

It was not because of anything else, but because the sound meant that there were not many coins in the purse.

The thin young man who laughed just now had a flash of greed in his eyes. He whispered to the man in leather armor beside him, "I can guarantee that there are at least 15 gold coins in that purse! There are also quite a few silver coins."

Not only him, but there are several restless guys in this tavern, and, obviously, they also recognized what the crisp voice represented.

Zayat picked up the money bag in a "panic" and took out a silver coin from it and handed it to Hawke.

Hawke's face was a little ugly. After putting the silver coins into his wallet, and casually grabbed a handful of copper coins and put them on the table, he yelled at the people in the tavern:

"You guys! Give me peace of mind! Don't cause trouble in Laozi's territory! Otherwise, Laozi will kill you!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a flat giant sword about one-third the size of a door panel from under the bar with his left hand, and put it on his shoulder. "Did you hear me!"

People who were originally greedy in their eyes bowed or turned their heads. Others didn't know, but they knew.

This old Hawk was a high-ranking fighter before, a fighter of the same level as a high-level apprentice. He had a chance to reach a higher level, but he failed.

For everyone, the threat of this "high-ranking" fighter is not small.

Although they were eyeing the fat sheep raising crows, it didn't mean they were willing to fight the old Hawk because of it.

However, they didn't have other ways to deal with the fat sheep besides fighting.

Seeing Yate who was nervously putting copper coins into his wallet, they all laughed in their hearts.

This kind of performance reminded them of a kind of guy.

A merchant or heir of a merchant, miserly and carrying a lot of money.

Feeling the changed atmosphere in the tavern, Old Hawke had a headache.

These unruly guys were undoubtedly targeting this young man, and although Hawke had warned him, he couldn't really stop him.

At most, he was only keeping the poor guy safe while the young man was still in the tavern, once he left...

"It's bad."

If he was young, Hawke would have dared to protect young people with all his blood, but now, he has a wife and children.

He can maintain it in the tavern, but when he goes out, he should not take care of it, otherwise.
"Ugh"

Hawke sighed, and the greedy hyenas prepared their plans.

As for Yate, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"I'm also very interested in you."

(End of this chapter)