Fairy Veil

"Just a little closer to the Expansion Slot..."

Roger understood.

It's impossible to easily accumulate so many honor points in a normal battle.

Only a necromancer would give him this face.

He must seize this opportunity.

However, he had already drained this group of necromancers dry, and they had lost their ability to continue producing them.

Roger could only shake his head regretfully.

Then they were all sent away with a slap each.

These guys then contributed their last bit of value.

"You have killed 1 necromancer, bringing your total number of necromancers killed to 21."

"You have gained 18 XP points and 25 Xia Yin Value."

"You have obtained 2 Perception Shard"

"Total number of Perception Shard: 71"

"I'll be able to exchange for 1 point of perception soon."

Roger looked away, satisfied.

Near the battlefield.

A small number of Undead Creature still roam around.

In Roger's eyes.

These are all mobile Honor Points.

Absolutely no waste!

He dashed out like lightning, speeding up the Tail Sweep touches.

It took less than five minutes.

There were no more complete skeletons to be seen in the vicinity.

The group began looting the spoils.

Roger walked on the sea of bones, skillfully picking and choosing.

Not far away.

The Woodpecker dragged the Spiked Club in one hand, looking somewhat tired.

Seeing Roger approach, he cautiously asked, "Master, is it over?"

Roger glanced at him, casually tossed a bottle of "Turtle Power Fortifier" over, his tone barely concealing his fanaticism:

"On the contrary."

"This is just the beginning."

As they were talking.

A ray of sunlight peeked out from the east.

Daylight broke.

afternoon.

Central part of the Autumn Wind Mountain Range.

Different locations, similar Underground Camp.

Roger sat alone in the empty room, holding a handful of "Echo Orb" and examining them closely.

Low-level undead Movement Speed very slowly in sunlight, so undead armies usually don't appear during the day.

This gave him a chance to rest and recuperate.

The Quasi-Horned Demon to dig tunnels is truly exceptional.

After resting for a few hours, he got up to take stock of his gains.

Without a doubt.

These beads, from the "Echoes of the Departed" specialization, are the most unique loot.

After observing for a moment.

He grabbed the darkest ones and gently crushed them.

The next moment.

He heard the echo of the Death Prophet's soul in his ears.

"My divination skills have improved to a new level."

Icadore assured me that I am now a true prophet.

I still have doubts about this.

"I accurately predicted the destruction of that town! Was that the power of the ' Extinguishing Cloud '? That's terrifying."

Perhaps Icadore is right; I should use these powers for greater causes, such as—

South!"

"Chief Mage Wellington is a good-for-nothing who does more harm than good;

As for Malena, her brain was completely consumed by Negative Energy!

She was dressed so extravagantly in front of us half-dead.

Surely no one actually wants to try bone fragments, right? Hmph, if she dares to seduce me...

I'd give her at most two shinbones—no, at most one!

"I have foreseen a terrible adversary!"

Of the 149 possible futures I see, there is only one scenario in which I have a chance of winning.

I can't count on anyone else; they couldn't even handle that paladin.

I have to take the risk.

This concerns the survival of Greyrock City and the will of the Icadore; I must take a risk!

One after another, echoes of souls resounded.

For a moment, Roger felt as if he were in a private room of a karaoke bar from his previous life.

They could only silently endure the 360-degree surround sound.

But the information contained in these voices is extremely valuable.

It resolved many of Roger's doubts.

He didn't understand it before.

Even if the Death Prophet foresaw his own hoarding of experience, why would he have to risk his own life to gain experience?

He could easily devise all sorts of traps to slowly drain Roger's Basic Experience Pool!

The truth is now out.

This guy has been completely fooled by fortune telling!

This incident also confirmed Roger's guess—believing in divination is not the act of a wise person.

"However... it could also be related to Icadore."

When Roger first heard the name, he was a little surprised, and had a feeling of "Why is it you again, kid?"

However, Mystra was originally a small planet, so it was normal for a god like Ai, who was in a bad situation, to cast his net everywhere.

He only suspected that the Death Prophet had been deceived by the Icadore.

As for the purpose.

It is not known at this time.

besides.

Roger was particularly interested in the "Extinguishing Cloud" that the Death Prophet had mentioned.

I wonder if it's the cloud from his memory.

It's a pity.

Until all the Echo Orb left by the Death Prophet were used up.

He was also unable to find more information about the Extinguishing Cloud.

The remaining Echo Orb belonged to the necromancers.

Roger simply killed them one by one.

Accompanying this action.

One by one, souls with distinct personalities began to recount their experiences in life.

I only heard a few words.

Roger seemed to see their entire lives reflected in his mind.

This feeling is wonderful and easy to get absorbed in.

At the very beginning.

Only Roger was listening.

And when the last bead was crushed.

Roger was surrounded by a large group of burly men—it had the feel of a group of people listening to a midnight radio broadcast.

Unfortunately, the remaining Echo Orb are not very valuable.

Roger extracted only one key short sentence from it—

"Time is running out."

Recalling the words of the Bone Dragon Knight.

Roger's mood grew heavier.

After driving away the idle Quasi-Horned Demon, Roger went to another room to formally take stock of his spoils.

Necromancers are indeed poor.

Fortunately, every little bit counts, so the quality of this batch of spoils is not low.

Roger used his Qi Divination Technique to perform a preliminary classification of the spoils.

He planned to pass most of the stuff on to the Quasi-Horned Demon.

The stronger his underlings are, the more efficient they will be at working for him.

The remaining items are all top-quality goods.

Roger naturally wanted to keep it for himself.

The first item is Lan Se's staff.

"Two-Headed Serpent Staff"

Rating: S+

"Inlaid: Primal Stone (Negative Energy) *3"

"Attribute: Increases mana regeneration speed by 20%"

"Enchantment 1: Advanced Summon Poisonous Snakes"

Enchantment 2: Two-Headed Serpent's Kiss (Stance Driven)

This staff has pretty good stats, especially since it's enchanted with two spells.

"Advanced Summon Poisonous Snakes" is an upgraded version of the spell attached to the Scamorra's Ring.

"Two-Headed Serpent's Kiss" is a rare spell that is driven by "stance" rather than "incantation".

When using.

The holder only needs to stab the enemy with the staff.

The protrusions on either side of the staff's tip transform into real venomous fangs, piercing the enemy's body and injecting a massive amount of toxins in an instant, delivering a fatal blow! This spell is extremely insidious.

Because it's driven by posture, no preparation is needed, emphasizing the element of surprise.

Roger liked it very much.

He planned to save it for later when he dressed up as a mage and used it to stab people.

The second item also came from the Death Prophet.

It was an extraordinary prop with extremely deceptive properties.

"Fairy Veil (Mask) (Extraordinary)"

Rating: S

"Wearing effect: Your charm increases by 18 points."

"Special: When wearing this item, your sexual characteristics will completely disappear."

Restriction: Male/Virgin

"The allure of 6 PM is indeed very tempting."

"If the side effects only occur during the wearing period, it is barely acceptable."

"What does this restriction mean?"

Roger remained silent for a moment.

How should we account for someone who lost their virginity in their past life and is still a virgin in this one? He hesitated for a moment.

The decision to practice makes perfect.