But for Rick, it's not enough.

There is no medicine or method for rapid recovery, or even a way of meditation, so Rick can only improve his witchcraft through this most primitive accumulation and refinement.

The three key points of defeating the enemy lies in "fast, accurate, and ruthless!"

Rick has a great innate advantage because he has transformed into a half-elves. Ordinary wizards release witchcraft, but Rick is not as quick as Rick.

Even if he faces warrior pros who are of the same level alone, Rick dares to fight.

But if you are a normal wizard, you will definitely shrink your eggs and lift your pants, and you will hide as far as you want.

The speed of releasing witchcraft has increased, but no matter in terms of type, systematic learning and cognition, Rick's wild path is not as good as a normal wizard.

So for Rick, the most urgent task is to find a stable way of meditation. The types of witchcraft must also be increased.

When defending the enemy rust, Rick felt the shortcomings of lack of witchcraft.

The explosion fire bomb and rock fist are powerful. But Rick lacks a witchcraft that can defeat the enemy and win, and is even more powerful and weird.

In combination with witchcraft, the simple "stone skin" defense is a little overwhelmed when facing the powerful warrior profession of the same level.

Thinking about future development, Rick stood up, left the valley, and headed towards Mont Copper City.

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A young man walked towards him on the still bustling business road.

Simple and sturdy ordinary clothes are worn on a slightly thin body. The facial features are as handsome and elegant as God has taken special care of.

Fair skin, paired with golden thin-framed glasses, and a strong bookish spirit, make people feel good.

In his slender hand, he held a new map folded up. The canvas bag around his waist and several thick big-headed books with corners exposed, making him look like a scholar who was traveling.

With his fingertips, he stroked the thin-edged glasses that were not suitable, and Rick maintained a reserved and moderate smile on his face. For safety, Rick entered the "micro-incarnation" state and did not show his half-elf body shape. After Rick entered the micro-incarnation, his height or appearance, and even his temperament changed drastically.

Many young girls and young women around him often bet on their hot sights, which made Rick a little uncomfortable.

But his discomfort just fits the shy and introverted personality of a nerd, making his academic identity more vivid.

No matter whoever is or what kind of personality, there is a kind of person that everyone likes.

"Honest man!"

At this time, Rick played an honest scholar with a shy and introverted personality.

His literary temperament made the rough farmers around him embarrassed to walk with Rick. However, several small merchants wearing business clothes were very interested in Rick, a scholar with a face.

During the chat, Rick also got a general understanding of the situation in Mont Copper City.

Mont Copper City, or all cities of the "Good Come Again" Business Alliance, are surrounded by a breath of freedom and unrestrainedness.

Except for not committing crimes and not violating the city lord's regulations, you can basically do whatever you want.

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Standing in front of Mont Copper City, Rick stopped and looked up at this century-old city, just like many pedestrians who had come here for the first time.

The tall and mottled city walls, energetic soldiers, the wide city gates wrapped in iron, and the thick noose... These are not what everyone is concerned about.

When you come to any copper city that "Go back again", everyone will sigh from the bottom of their hearts!

“There are so many ads!!”

There are a large number of rusty nooses on the city tower, on the city walls, on the soldiers' clothes and armor, on the iron city gates, and even on the rusty noose. There are dizzy, dense slogans and commercial logos.

The city gate on the left is printed with "The Iron Shepherd, your wisest choice!".

The city gate on the right is painted with bright red slogans, "Don't listen to the one next to you, Chaoyang Yangtie is your best friend!"

A team of soldiers, holding their chests and heads, walked past the city walls with trembling steps, and immediately showed their armor covered with yellow slogans.

"Reed's workshop, there is no best, only better!"

Before he could take a few steps, an executive officer with a sweaty head and gasping like an old dog walked quickly to the team of soldiers. After some explanation, the soldiers wiped off the slogans on the armor in a very rapid and skillful movement, and then pressed them hard on the armor with a slogan that had just been carved and had an ink-like scent.

"Rob's industry, a reliable industry. Professional level, tailor-made!"

Shaking his neck, which was a little sore, Rick finally took his eyes back from the dense slogans.

Such a strong business atmosphere made Rick a little envious. This place is full of vitality and stinking, but it is also full of opportunities.

No wonder the merchants on the mainland chose to buy and ship the goods and ship the goods in "Good come again". There is indeed extraordinary background and opportunities here.

After queuing into the city, Rick once again enjoyed the enthusiasm of the people of Tongban City.

"Mr. Scholar, take a look at our Scot frame products, you will definitely be satisfied with it!"

"Mr. Scholar, I have a detailed map of Tongban City here. Do you want to send me a copy?"

"Mr. Scholar..."

After finally getting rid of these leeches-like salespeople, Rick's team finally arrived near the city gate.

The soldiers wearing standard armor, with no squinting eyes, and their bodies and cold expressions make people feel inexplicably safe.

But when Rick and others approached, the group of soldiers who were big and thick, like door gods, suddenly stood at attention and shouted: "Neil's flower dew, different flower dew!"

Before the shock on Rick and others' faces disappeared, a middle-aged fat man next to him ran out in anger. While running, he shouted, "How many times have you said it? How many times have you said it?!" Waving a list of advertisements in his hand, the fat man taught earnestly: "You must say 'Mont Copper City welcomes you', and then talk about the advertising slogans!!"

Regardless of the chaos there, Rick and others continued to enter the city.

With the registration officer, he showed his neat white teeth with an extremely sincere smile, and said, "White toothpaste will make me breathe fresh every day!" Everyone finally finished the long entry procedures.

Crossing two city gates is like entering another world.

Wide and flat anti-slip slabs, roadside stalls, shops, temporary stalls...

Businessmen of all skin colors, ages and accents are crowded in this commercial city as if they were attending a party.
Chapter completed!