Magic Missile

Thinking of this, Du Pont relaxed completely. The adrenaline faded, leaving him feeling weak, and the pain in his arm became more and more unbearable. He couldn't help but go to the Butcher's place to see if there were any healing potions or bandages.

The Butcher had said before that he could use anything, and although he wasn't one to make himself at home, he really had no choice now.

The room was a mess, with various odds and ends, as well as some herbal products. He scanned everything with the System and chose two useful items.

[Herbal Balm Essence]

Description: A herbal balm made mainly from myrrh, with the effect of stopping bleeding, reducing inflammation, and slowly healing wounds.

[Bandage]

Description: A clean bandage that can be used correctly to quickly stop some bleeding.

Using a small spoon nearby, he scooped up some of the Herbal Balm Essence. Du Pont inhaled sharply as he applied it.

The System confirmed that the balm wasn't fake, but it really stung when applied.

Grimacing, he finished applying the balm. The wound gradually cooled down, and the bleeding stopped, which greatly reduced Du Pont's stress. Finally, he didn't have to worry about it getting worse.

Using both his mouth and hands, he wrapped the bandage around his left arm twice. Looking at his mummy-like left arm, Du Pont felt extremely tired. He pulled over the thin wool blanket, lay down on the animal skin-covered wooden bed, and quickly fell asleep.

However, he didn't notice that below the notification of gaining 100 Experience Points, there were two more notifications.

[You have gained some insights into the use of Short Spear and Dagger.]

[You have gained some insights into the special ability: Rage.]

The scent of pine resin in the wooden house hadn't dissipated yet, mixed with the fragrance of newly sprouted grass from outside the window, seeping out from the floor cracks. Sunlight streamed through the linen curtains, casting checkered warm patches on the coarse wool blanket, like swimming golden carp as the shadows of the trees swayed.

Du Pont groggily opened his eyes, sighed as he looked at the unfamiliar ceiling, raised his arm, glanced at it, and struggled to sit up.

Boulderstone's home was simple, but the things he used were obviously valuable, much better than the junk in his dormitory. Even the goose feather pillow was clearly new, and it felt particularly soft.

Looking at his own tattered robe and then at his faded linen shirt, Du Pont thought that he would check if there were any new clothes when he passed by that village on the way back. If the price was right, he would buy a new set to avoid using these rags.

He used a spell to freshen up his body, but Du Pont still felt a little dizzy. He washed his face and touched his forehead. It wasn't scalding hot, but it was still a little too warm.

He seemed to have a slight fever, but his body didn't show any other reactions, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

On the other hand, the wound on his left arm felt much better. Normal movement wasn't a problem, but it would feel hot and painful if he exerted himself.

Sigh, could it really be infected?

Fortunately, the worst didn't happen. There were no new abnormal statuses on the System's default panel. It was just that blood loss and overexertion had left his mind and body in a state of fatigue, and his constitution, which had just recovered to -2, had dropped to -3 again.

This made Du Pont a little unhappy. Ever since he transmigrated, his body had never been in good condition. However, looking at the 100 Experience Points he had just obtained, Du Pont couldn't help but smile.

556/2000. He was one step closer to advancing.

Kill and plunder for a golden belt. Hunting a strong Gray Wolf on his own had brought him more benefits than studying at school for a day. If he learned Magic Missile and could strike first, dealing with two at once wouldn't be a problem. As long as there was enough prey, he could advance in a few days.

This wasn't just Du Pont being bored and starting to fantasize, but a very likely possibility.

Although he had been very embarrassed when dealing with a Gray Wolf just now, it was because the magic he had learned wasn't very convenient for combat.

Reality wasn't a game. A Magic Missile hitting the fur of such a beast would cause serious injury even if it didn't kill it. It wouldn't be like in a game where it could still run and jump even with only a sliver of health left, aggressively face-tanking.

Of course, if he could pose such a threat, then beasts and others could also target him in the same way. It seemed that in addition to Magic Missile, he also needed to learn Shield Spell so that he could withstand a little longer in a melee.

It could be said that he had gone from playing a tabletop RPG at home to playing a Soulslike game.

No sooner said than done, Du Pont took out a Magic Missile scroll and his spellbook from his pouch and began to copy it.

As a Level 2 Mage, copying a Rank 1 spell into his spellbook wasn't too difficult. Normal apprentices only needed to activate the spell model in the spell record. After memorizing all the spell models, it was just a matter of hard work. Once they could skillfully master and quickly combine the spell models, the spell would be considered learned.

However, normally this would take a considerable amount of time. Spell practice was related to casting spells, and as a Level 2 Mage, he only had three Rank 1 spell slots, so there was very little he could practice.

If he wasn't familiar with the spells and had to go to the battlefield, he might have to face the scene of casting spells while looking at the spellbook. The scene would be funny, not to mention that he might be distracted and not notice a hidden enemy, and be killed by a flying arrow.

There was no way around it. If a Mage ran out of spell slots, he would be similar to an ordinary person. Like him now, he could only be considered a relatively strong ordinary person. If he faced a dangerous enemy, he could only run away.

In addition, there was another problem with learning spells from spell scrolls. It was basically impossible to memorize all the spell models with just one scroll. Without a Mentor to explain the tricks of casting spells and forming magic circuits, the learning speed would naturally be much slower. Then he would need to waste a lot of money and burn more scrolls. Otherwise, if he forcibly released the spell with a half-baked understanding, the problem would be big.

It would be fine if the spell was ineffective, at most it would just waste a spell slot. If he made a mistake in a certain magic circuit and caused a short circuit, it was also possible to detonate and directly kill the caster.

Fortunately, Du Pont's System, which only knew how to lend money and collect interest, also had a magical training ground. There he could cast spells at will without worrying about spell slots. Now that he didn't want to copy scrolls and had nothing else to do, trying this was the most suitable thing to do.

He opened a Magic Missile scroll, and Du Pont cautiously input a trace of mental power. The Missilia Magica incantation engraved on it slowly lit up, and the spell model hidden in the incantation began to flicker. The parchment began to burn slowly.

Du Pont frowned and quickly copied with the quill in his hand, but even though he was extra careful, the parchment turned to ashes after he only copied half of it.

Four Gold Coins were gone just like that.

At that moment, three pale blue spheres flew out like shooting stars. They flew towards the big tree in the courtyard following Du Pont's finger, but just as they were about to hit, Du Pont's mind moved, and the Magic Missiles flew into the sky, eventually dissipating when the arcane energy ran out.

Although he only copied half of it, Du Pont had already asked the System to record all the arcane models for him, so he didn't have to worry about wasting another scroll. However, looking at the sky, he vaguely felt something was wrong.

At first, he just wanted to prevent the Magic Missiles from making several big holes in the tree, so that Boulderstone wouldn't think he was cheating when he came back, but he was a little surprised that he actually did it.

Magic Missile was a guaranteed hit magic, and its flying speed was so fast that it was almost instantaneous. It could be said that it directly hit the enemy within sight, causing special force field damage.

But as long as one was prepared, a Shield Spell of the same Rank 1 could cancel out the Magic Missile, or one could use cover to prevent the caster from seeing himself to avoid being hit by the missile.

But he had indeed changed the trajectory of the Magic Missiles just now. Did this mean that the principle of the missile was more like a guaranteed hit effect caused by flying fast enough, rather than a guaranteed hit by the rules?

Du Pont thought for a while but always felt like he was missing something. After thinking about it, he still had no clue, so he had to write this idea in his spellbook and focus on the System's record just now.

He was just a little apprentice now. Thinking about those useless things was pointless. Mastering and being able to use them skillfully was the most important thing.

However, just as Du Pont entered meditation and practiced hard, and had already found the feeling, he heard someone cursing outside.

Boulderstone was back.