Adding Points Again, Constitution 2.7

Back in town.

Lohr first took the convoy home to unload the fish, then returned the carriage to the rental yard.

Renting it for just one day had cost him one silver coin and two copper coins. It was a truly exorbitant business.

If the baron had not been backing this carriage yard, others would definitely have stepped in to steal its business.

After returning the carriage, Lohr took Clysis home.

Looking at the fish filling the courtyard, the corners of his mouth twitched as he said,

"Uncle Clysis, could you do me a favor?"

"Of course!"

Clysis nodded readily, not even asking what Lohr needed help with.

Having accepted those three copper coins today, he would have felt uncomfortable if he did not do something for Lohr in return.

"Then thank you very much. Please help me salt these fish."

Lohr pointed at the fish scattered across the ground and explained helplessly,

"The weather is hot right now. If they aren't salted by tonight, they'll spoil tomorrow."

"Fine. You handle the actual salting. I can still help with the heavy labor." Clysis nodded cheerfully.

The reason he did not want to take part in the actual salting was not because he wanted to shirk responsibility. He simply did not want to see Lohr's salting technique.

In this era, the value of a craft was beyond imagination.

Lohr's family had amassed its current wealth precisely by relying on this craft.

"Alright, then let's get to work."

Lohr saw Clysis's concerns and did not refuse his goodwill.

For the next half year, he would have to rely on this craft to earn back his investment and complete the economic cycle. It was not yet time to reveal it.

As for half a year later, this craft would be insignificant to him. Teaching it to Clysis would not be out of the question.

The two worked until well past midnight before they finished processing all eight hundred fish, hanging them all over the courtyard.

"Lohr, I suddenly admire you a little." Clysis came to Lohr's side, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said between breaths.

"Admire me for what?" Lohr raised an eyebrow. His face was not red, and he was not even out of breath.

"You killed so many fish during the day, then worked with me all night, yet you don't look tired at all."

Clysis looked at him enviously. "If you ask me, your stamina is almost comparable to those knight lords."

"Uncle Clysis, you think too highly of me."

Lohr chuckled and shook his head. "I was just born with a little more stamina and strength. The knight lords are far more impressive than I am."

He was telling the truth. Though ordinary knights were little more than insignificant ants in the Wizard Plane, not even worthy of supporting roles.

A single bottle of life potion could produce one.

But even the weakest knight had a Constitution above 3 points. Even if he used his remaining two Charge Points, he could only raise his Constitution to 2.7.

Of course, ordinary knights were weak, but Divine Grace Knights were an exception.

Especially the legitimate Divine Grace Knights of today. Having inherited part of the gods' legacy, they were even qualified to become cockroaches in the eyes of wizards.

Do not underestimate cockroaches. They might not be able to hurt anyone, but they were exceptionally good at disgusting people.

"I think you'll definitely become a knight lord someday." Unaware of the truth behind becoming a knight, Clysis spoke firmly.

"Perhaps." Lohr shrugged, skipping over the subject as he said,

"You should be hungry too. Go wait in the living room. I'll make something to eat."

"Haha, after working this long, I am indeed a little hungry."

Clysis rubbed his stomach sheepishly and headed toward the living room.

A dinner that seemed lavish to Clysis was soon prepared. The two quickly finished it, then each returned to his room to rest.

Lohr lay on his bed, opened the system panel, and casually added the two Charge Points he had obtained that afternoon to Constitution.

[Constitution: 1.7→2.7.]

"Adding the second point of Constitution requires two Charge Points, while the third requires three. It's not worth it. I'll stop here for now."

Feeling the vigorous strength and vitality within his body, Lohr murmured inwardly,

"From now on, I'll put all Charge Points into meditation talent first, in case my calculations are wrong and those wizards arrive early, leaving my preparations insufficient."

"Tomorrow, I still need to order an iron sword from the blacksmith for self-defense."

After sorting through his thoughts, Lohr finally fell into a deep sleep.

Five days passed in the blink of an eye.

During those five days, Lohr had been busy drying salted fish.

A merchant caravan also arrived midway through, and he sold off all the salted fish left behind by the original owner's parents.

He did not earn much, only twelve gold coins, barely making up for the taxes, fish purchases, and other expenses from the previous few days.

However, once this batch of salted fish was finished and sold, he would finally have some real surplus.

"Clysis, let's go take a look at another fishing village today." Just after breakfast, Lohr suddenly said.

Without realizing it, the way he addressed Clysis had changed from uncle to simply calling him by name.

Clysis did not notice at all.

"Sure."

Clysis agreed out of habit at first, then reacted and frowned.

"That place is a little far away. We might have to spend the night outside, and we could run into danger."

In this era, there were certain unusual creatures in the wilderness, and they were quite powerful.

Around Radov Town, with Temple Knights stationed there, those exceptionally powerful creatures certainly did not dare approach.

However, creatures whose strength rivaled ordinary knights could still appear. They only dared to roam uninhabited places at night.

If ordinary people encountered them, they would certainly die.

That was precisely why Clysis instinctively resisted going anywhere they could not return from within a day and might have to spend the night outside.

"Don't worry. If we really can't make it back in time, we can rest in that village for the night."

After saying that, Lohr walked to an inconspicuous corner of the living room and picked up an iron sword only slightly shorter than he was tall.

"Whoosh, whoosh—"

He casually swung the greatsword several times, stirring up gusts of wind.

After playing with the sword for a moment, he looked at Clysis and smiled. "Even if we do run into them by accident, it's not like we have no way to fight back."

Actually, if he could, he did not want to bring Clysis along.

That way, he would only need to protect the driver and the horses, with one less burden to worry about.

Unfortunately, without Clysis accompanying him, the carriage yard would not feel safe renting him a carriage.

He was a twelve-year-old child taking several drivers on a long journey. To outsiders, it was practically the same as delivering meat to wild beasts.

Gulp.

Startled by the commotion Lohr had made, Clysis swallowed and said with some difficulty,

"If you insist, then I suppose it's possible."

"Alright. Once I pack some food, we'll go rent a carriage and set off."

Lohr nodded, slung the iron sword across his back, packed some food in the kitchen, and then left the courtyard.

He brought the food because it was his first time going to that village. He was unfamiliar with the place, so it was better to be prepared.