Chapter 33 Forty-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-five yuan
"Let's go then."
"Yes, Master."
As the carriage approached, Mo Lan opened his eyes and turned to look over. It was a slightly old carriage. There were many scratches on the decoration on the corners, which made it look shabby. There was only one horse pulling the carriage, which was not a big one.
Tall, but a bit thin.
However, the patterns on the carriage curtain made Mo Lan realize that this was the frame of a nobleman, and it looked like it should belong to a run-down nobleman.
Mo Lan's gaze caught the attention of the driving servant, who stared at him warily, and then slightly accelerated the carriage to pass.
Before he left, Mo Lan vaguely heard a voice.
"Master, do we really want to sell the castle and territory? This is the family's last glory."
"No, the glory of the family does not lie in the castle and territory, but in me. I am the glory."
The voice was very young, but the perseverance and confidence in his words moved Mo Lan a little.
As the carriage drove away, Mo Lan continued to close his eyes and rest his mind.
This overdraft of mental power made him very tired, and he didn't even have the energy to read the forum. He had to close his eyes and rest, think with the added computing power of the ink cartridge, and try to make calculations.
The cartridge provides computing power and does not consume mental energy.
After closing his eyes and concentrating for about an hour, Mo Lan got up and prepared to set off again.
But now he doesn't dare to continue trying magic fusion randomly.
I was lucky enough to never encounter danger before, but I don't always have such good luck. It's never safe to be in the wilderness.
For a mage, without spiritual power, he is like a tiger without claws, unable to restrain a chicken.
This applies to any type of mage.
Walking on the road, holding a long wooden stick, Mo Lan suddenly realized what he was doing.
"The mage is too useless. After all, I am also a professional mage. If there is no cartridge, then I only have one spell slot, which is still the lowest level spell slot.
Such strength cannot defeat a warrior at all, even a warrior can cast a spell."
Mo Lan complained helplessly.
"It's a pity that the spell scroll is gone from me, otherwise I wouldn't be in this situation.
I finally understand that the mage profession is weak in the early stages. Before changing professions, it only improves mental power and has almost no combat effectiveness.
And even if you change jobs, your combat effectiveness in a short period of time will probably be only five."
Thinking of this, Mo Lan clenched the wooden stick in his hand fiercely.
"It must be accumulated. After arriving at Red Maple City, it must be dormant and accumulated for a certain period of time, otherwise the combat effectiveness will not be formed and it will always be just a showpiece.
And as a mage, you should not only have one spell slot. Similarly, the constant spells used by magic flow mage to enhance physical fitness have not yet been solved."
Speaking of this, Mo Lan suddenly frowned.
"Well, I hope Red Maple City has enough information to help me complete this step.
otherwise......"
Mo Lan sighed and continued moving forward, expecting the goblins to arrive again along the way.
But what disappointed him was that he never encountered Goblins again, but he did encounter many kobolds, goblins and other weak social monsters, all of which were easily defeated by Mo Lan.
When he met the kobolds, Mo Lan, who had already understood what was going on, decisively tried his best to kill most of the kobolds and gained a lot of experience.
What happened next was not beyond Mo Lan's expectation. No matter how Mo Lan showed weakness, he was never attacked by the same race for the second time.
"If I kill too many people, is there really any murderous aura or evil spirit in my body? Otherwise, how can I explain that they run away as soon as they see me?
Even if they don’t attack anymore, how can they from different races exchange friendly messages directly? How is that possible?”
Mo Lan finally understood why there were so many goblins, kobolds, goblins and so on on this road and why he could survive until now.
Just four simple words: bully the weak and fear the strong.
When encountering a large number of people, he turned around and ran away, never appearing in their sight.
When encountering a lone traveler, the weak ones will rush forward without hesitation.
In terms of Mo Lan's strength, there should be no one on this road who can threaten him with individual strength, so except for the beginning, there are basically no attacks in the later stages.
Of course, this is also the reason why the powerful aliens and monsters must have been encircled and killed by the Red Maple City army, leaving only weak ones with insufficient evidence.
The scene that Mo Lan expected did not happen. Except for a few attacks in the early stage, he arrived outside Red Maple City without any hindrance.
Along the way, Mo Lan's experience has probably increased by more than 300 points, to nearly 400 points.
More than 90% of them were killed by Mo Lan using fireball bombardment while they were in a dense position.
And very few actually kill with sticks.
After all, even if Mo Lan's wooden stick could accurately hit their throats, eyes, vagina and other vital parts, Mo Lan's physical strength and strength would be a flaw.
These two attributes without bonus points are just about the level of ordinary people, even if Mo Lan relied on extraordinary accuracy and micro-manipulation to kill one monster after another.
But Mo Lan's physical strength is limited after all. Almost every time he kills a monster, he needs to go all out. At this rate, he will be exhausted soon.
"Three hundred experience points, a lot, but not much. Alas, even a fraction of the third-level upgrade of the ink cartridge is not enough."
Mo Lan looked at the experience bar under the ink cartridge in his mind and sighed deeply.
Second level: 0/10000
Mo Lan counted it many times before he was really sure that it was really ten thousand.
Upgrading to the third level requires 10,000 experience points.
"Damn, that's outrageous. It only costs 100 experience points to upgrade to the first level, 1,000 to upgrade to the second level, and 10,000 to upgrade to the third level.
Good guy, I'll be honest, then when I upgrade the cartridge to level ten, won't I get 100 billion experience points?"
Mo Lan's teeth hurt when he said this number.
"Forget it, it gives me a headache, let's level up first.
At least I need to improve my mental strength and gather a few more spell slots so that I won't have to watch something happen after throwing a fireball. Alas, there are so many things."
However, at this moment, a very sweet female voice, loved by everyone in the world, sounded in his ears. The words she spoke made Mo Lan's blood surge. The decadence just now was swept away. In an instant, he was filled with passion, and he began to shout about upgrade.
"Dip, the transaction was successful and the balance was credited to 49,995 yuan."
Hearing this voice, Mo Lan's eyes widened with excitement and he directly opened the transaction interface.
An order of 100 silver nas listed on my website was sold for a total price of 50,000 yuan, and the transaction was successful.
After a handling fee of five yuan was deducted, more than 40,000 yuan was directly transferred to his wallet balance. The five-digit balance made his eyes sparkle.
Without hesitation, Mo Lan directly clicked to withdraw money to his bank card. Not long after, Mo Lan looked at the credit card arrival message and burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, hahaha."
After a long time, Mo Lan's smile gradually became restrained, all the pressure in his heart disappeared, and he sighed happily.
