Let me say it again: I, Lynn, reached this level entirely through my extraordinary talent! Add points!
The rest of the journey was uneventful.
Until they arrived at a seaside town called Blaviken in Duchy of the Curved Coast, they never encountered any danger again.
Even the sea is unusually calm.
There wasn't even a storm.
And on the day they arrived at Blaviken, Lynn finally saw "School of the Cat Swordsmanship (Getting Started)" appearing on the properties panel.
As usual, he stared at "School of the Cat Swordsmanship (Getting Started)" and imagined a finger.
Go hard on it.
"School of the Cat Swordsmanship(Getting Started)→(Mastering)"
He points again.
"School of the Cat Swordsmanship(master)→(master)"
Lynn took a look at the remaining attribute points.
In the previous battle at sea, he gained just enough attribute points to level up another level.
Without hesitation, I clicked on it again.
"School of the Cat Swordsmanship(Mastery)→(Master/Extreme)"
"New expertise: Swift as the Wind and Lightning (speed increased by 50%)"
As before, a large amount of swordsmanship experience flowed into his mind like a river flowing into the sea.
But unlike School of the Wolf Swordsmanship's standard demon hunter swordsmanship, School of the Cat Swordsmanship obviously focuses on sword dance, where speed is everything.
At the same time, the master-level School of the Cat Swordsmanship not only changed his brain, but also his body seemed to have gone through thousands of tempers.
The palm of my hand seemed to be wielding the long sword day after day in countless cold and summer days, and the legs seemed to be practicing their steps tirelessly day and night.
Originally, this body only had the master School of the Wolf Swordsmanship deeply engraved on it.
Now I have to add a master level School of the Cat Swordsmanship.
Lynn grinned and jumped down from the hammock. His body seemed to teleport. In the blink of an eye, he crossed several meters and arrived in front of the cabin door.
He stepped on the hatch, and while doing a deft backflip, the Gwyhyr on his back unsheathed his sword at a speed that ordinary people couldn't see clearly.
Cold light flashed.
After the witcher landed, the steel sword was resting in its scabbard.
It's as if it had never been pulled out.
"It's done."
Even Lynn couldn't suppress the joy in his heart, which rarely showed on his face.
The "Comprehensive Enhancement" obtained by Master-Level School of the Wolf Swordsmanship was superimposed with the "Swift as the Wind and Lightning" obtained by Master-Level School of the Cat Swordsmanship, making his shooting speed reach an incredible level.
Although I haven't found anyone to actually fight the sword, but in his eyes, the sword drawn by ordinary people is probably no different from the 0.5 times speed.
Of course, this still doesn't have the power to take drugs.
If you include drug abuse, your strength can be improved to another level.
Lynn estimates that with his current swordsmanship, even Bonhart, the "Witcher Killer" in the original novel, may no longer be his opponent.
Inside the tavern of Blaviken.
There was a constant exchange of wine and glasses, and the sound of changing cups and cups could be heard endlessly.
"Cheers!"
"Lynn Your Excellency, let me toast you again!"
The demon hunter was surrounded by sailors who were rushing to express their respect and gratitude.
On the other side, the captain also took his own cup and clinked it with Borch's cup.
"Come on, come on, Mr. Borch, let's have some more!"
"By the way, Mr. Borch, I have to return this to you first, otherwise I'm afraid I might forget it tomorrow morning."
The captain returned the fare that Borch paid when he boarded the ship intact to Borch.
"Don't feel embarrassed, Mr. Borch, thanks to you and Mr. Lynn, and of course the two beautiful ladies... I earned much more from this trip than the fare you paid."
"After all, it is a battleship. I never dreamed of this treasure before."
"Moreover, if it weren't for the hard work of the four of you, my men and I might have perished in the sea by now. Even for this reason, I shouldn't charge you any more shipping fees."
Borch was not polite and took it over.
At the same time, drink all the wine in the cup.
"Captain, I will miss the days when we conquered the sea together."
The captain said gratefully, "Thank you, I will also remember you, Mr. Borch."
The carnival lasted until late at night before finally stopping.
The next day, while everyone else was still sound asleep, Lynn and Borch, who were not affected by alcohol at all, and Tea and Vea, who had skipped the celebration banquet and were not drunk, left the tavern.
They set off again, starting from Blaviken and heading north to the Braa River.
Braa River originated from the Dragon Mountains.
As long as you go upstream along Braa River, you can reach Holopole.
But when they traveled for several days and arrived near Holopole.
However, they discovered that a roadblock had been set up on the only crossing bridge within dozens of miles.
A long and strong beam fixed with brackets blocked the bridge deck.
Halberdiers wearing buttoned leather coats and mail mail stood guard on both sides.
A pennant with a silver gryphon pattern against a red background flutters in the wind.
Lynn recognized it.
That's the flag of Kingdom of Caingorn.
"What's going on?" Borch asked loudly as he approached the roadblock on horseback, "Is it impassable here?"
"Do you have a pass?"
replied the nearest halberdier.
Because he was bored, he still had a straw in his mouth.
"What pass? What happened? Disease? Or war? On whose orders did you block the bridge?"
"By order of the ruler of King Niedamir--Caingorn."
The halberdier pointed to the flying pennant on the edge of the ferry bridge and said, "If you don't have a pass, you can't pass."
Lynn asked on the horse, "When did Holopole surrender to Caingorn?"
"I don't understand politics and other topics, and I'm not interested in them either. I'm only responsible for checking passes. If you have any questions, you can go to our captain."
Under the guidance of the halberdier, Lynn and his party found the captain next to the toll hut outside the ferry bridge.
He was sitting on a pile of hay, drawing on the sand with the point of his halberd.
The painting is of a woman, and she is surprisingly well-painted.
Next to him, there was a thin young man sitting.
The young man wore a strange purple-red hat and a gorgeous dress of the same color, which was embroidered with exquisite patterns.
In his hand, he was carefully stroking the strings of the Lute.
There is no doubt that this young man is also a bard.
It's just that unlike the bard who always presents a happy and cheerful image in people's minds, this young man seems so melancholy at this time.
Noticed someone approaching with a horse.
The bard looked up.
Just opposite Lynn.
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