The grass was very warm. To be honest, although he didn't want to admit it, he didn't really want to get up.
Since few people in the town knew how long the sleep spell lasted, he thought he could just lie down until the sunset turned the hillside red, then get up and pass the responsibility to Arya.
The boy still got up.
[System prompt: Gain 50 experience points]
[Upgrade progress: 530/1000]
If this is because voluntarily being a target (a less common way of helping others, more irreplaceable than helping an old lady) can also gain experience points and level up, then the young boy believes that it is necessary to sacrifice his own life.
Flesh.
——Well, [Sleep Technique] is better. If you replace it with [Magic Missile], [Burning Hand], [Arc Technique], [Incineration Technique], [Force Field Ball], and [Meteor Explosion], he might
You will cry bitterly - this is an ideal situation, or you may not have the chance to cry at all.
If he wants to upgrade to level 2, he will probably need to bully a large group of small animals in the past few days. Of course, if he can defeat a level 2 professional alone, the massive experience gained will be enough for him to level up instantly.
Chabron sat up and looked around. The culprit, Arya, had long disappeared——
According to Chabrin's guess, she may not understand the basic etiquette of tapping a rat awake after knocking it out.
"Chamberlain, why are you lying on the ground?"
A strong and magnetic voice came from behind the young priest. He immediately turned his head and stood up quickly. How could he lie on the ground and talk to others?
——In the abnormal state of [Down], the defense against melee attacks will decrease!
In Chabron's eyes, he reflected the priest's robe embroidered with countless patterns of light balls, his silver hair like snow, his prominent cheekbones, his tough face, his tall body, and his broad and powerful shoulders.
The person behind him is——
My own adoptive father, Matru!
Isn’t he in the temple?
And the weird thing is:
Because Chabron has not turned off [Level Vision] (the name is terrible, but naming is not Chabron's strong point), he can see the words above Father Matruh's head:
[Level 2 Warlock]
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Arya ran wildly through the town.
Even though she, as a sister, always behaved strong and dignified in front of her younger brother An Luo, after encountering something exciting, she still couldn't restrain her excitement and ran around jumping up and down.
Arya ran through houses, wells, and taverns, avoiding the territory where a vicious dog would normally wander—although it didn't seem to be here today.
She quickly stopped in front of the temple door of the Eternal Light.
The orange-haired girl pushed open the dilapidated wooden door of the temple and walked in.
In the temple at this time, Jacks, the burly and resolute adventurer and uncle who raised his niece, had just finished praying in front of the altar.
The strong and strong man stood up and threw a handful of gold coins into the porcelain plate on the table. The gold coins fell among a pile of silver coins and copper coins, which seemed a bit uncoordinated.
Jacks is famous throughout the town for his generous spending. It is said that his career as an adventurer allowed him to accumulate enough wealth to last 10 lifetimes, although occasionally some people still question this - maybe 100 lifetimes.
Of course, Arya suspected that his donation was to express his gratitude to Chabron for treating herself and her brother.
Next to Jacks, An Luo snuggled up. The shy silver-haired boy lowered his head and his face was red.
Facing Jacks, the priest nodded slightly and expressed his gratitude to Jacks with his eyes.
The tall priest looked a bit oppressive when he stood there. He was wearing a priest's robe embroidered with countless light ball patterns. He had snowy silver hair, prominent cheekbones, a tough face, a tall body, and a wide and powerful body.
shoulders.
Then Shabron's adoptive father, Matruh, is currently in the temple.
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On a hillside on the edge of town.
"Chabron, why are you lying on the ground?" Father Martroux asked beside Chabron.
Chabron was a little surprised to see Father Matroux appearing here.
Given that he had just "cured" a large number of wounded people injured in the fire the night before, the flow of people in the small temple suddenly increased countless times in the past two days - if any positive number can be considered as countless times 0.
A large number of recovered persons and relatives rushed to the temple to pray, express their gratitude and make donations. Therefore, the boy thought that Father Matruh was still busy receiving them in the temple.
The strangest thing is the words above Father Matruh:
[Level 2 Warlock]
Warlocks are a magic profession in the game. Their magic mode is quite weird and weird, which is very different from ordinary spellcasters with poor battery life. Warlocks can use the dark mark in the soul to replace mana consumption, frequently or even unlimited times.
Use some powerful magic.
According to Chabron's impression before traveling through time, warlock players were a group of guys who spent 25 hours a day throwing around their signature magic [Eldritch Blast, also known as [Eldritch Flame]).
He swore to the Eternals on the other side of the long river of time that in the memory of his body, he had never seen Father Matruh use any magic!
Therefore, when he saw that Father Matruh actually had the level of a magician, he immediately felt that something was wrong and became keenly vigilant.
If this priest is pretending, then Chabron has an advantage: the pretender doesn't know that he can see other people's professions and levels - they are so stupid that they don't even know the game concepts of "level" and "occupation".
Although he was a little surprised in his heart, Chabron still faced the priest and explained with a smile:
"I was knocked unconscious by a nasty mage as a target for a spell - don't tell Arya I was talking about her behind her back - but that's a good thing.
"You know, Arya has been working hard to learn arcane magic! Just now, she showed the powerful magic that a real mage can master, and successfully used her spell to make me fall asleep."
Having said this, Chabron smiled - he was sincerely happy for her.
"Really?" Father Matruh nodded, his expression a little stiff, "That's great."
What he didn't know was that when he answered every word, Chabron was very alert, using his [Perception] attribute of 16 and the [Perception] skill to listen carefully, trying to distinguish him.
Is the voice that speaks the original voice of Father Matruh?
Chabron suspected that someone had used the Illusion School's first-level spell [Disguise] to disguise himself as Father Martruh!
Even if it is a first-level spell, its power is far beyond ordinary. [Disguise] can not only "disguise" to change the appearance, as an illusion, it can even "disguise" height, body shape, clothing, armor and weapons (using
Illusion to make oneself appear to be wearing designer clothes is illegal in the Star Vault).
However, after all, it is only one link, and this spell also has shortcomings. That is, it only creates visual illusions and cannot disguise sounds, touches, etc.!
In other words, the voice of the pretender is still the same as before!
Of course, unless they are close acquaintances, few people will notice changes in the voice when visual information is preconceived.
Chabron carefully discerned every word spoken by "Father Matruh" and compared them with the priest's daily words and deeds——
He perfectly inherited all the memories of this body, and even the intimacy with Father Matruh. Even these memories that should not exist and should just serve as the character's background are more real than his memories on Earth.
Then, the blond boy's eyes suddenly looked a little hesitant——
In front of him, Matruh's voice, both pitch and tone, was exactly the same as before.
There is no difference at all.
If the adoptive father in front of me is real,
In the temple where the townspeople gathered...
Is anyone taking care of it now?
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Fengxi Town, in the small temple of Eternal Light.
"elder sister!"
"Ah, Arya, are you here?"
When the young lady Anluo and Uncle Jacks saw Arya walking in from the door, smiles immediately appeared on their faces.
In the corner of the temple, Father Matruh was silent. Under his silver hair, his face was slightly depressed and gloomy. He squinted and stared at the three people in the temple, thoughtfully.
