Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys

Chapter 722: 281

“Of course, Lord Reine, please proceed.”

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Back in his room, Rein thought for a moment, then began to check the system prompts:

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[You have been involved in a battle, Warhammer Wizard (Legendary) Experience +2491]

[You have been involved in a battle, Weapon Master (Legendary) Experience +1387]

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(Note: The above skill experience has enjoyed a 30% increase due to the exclusive talent ‘Junior Extraordinary Understanding’.)

[Congratulations, you have defeated a formidable enemy and gained 3 Golden Skill Points!]

[Congratulations, you have defeated a formidable enemy and gained 4 Golden Skill Points!]

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[Congratulations, your Warhammer Wizard (Legendary) Profession Level has increased!]

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[Congratulations, your Warhammer Wizard (Legendary) Profession Level has increased!]

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The Profession Level of Warhammer Wizard (Legendary) had risen from lv1 at the time of the job change, going up four levels, reaching lv5 (591/2000).

As the Profession Level of Weapon Master (Legendary) was already at lv8 and close to leveling up, this substantial gain in experience also attributed to a level increase, achieving lv9 (198/10000).

This was indeed an unexpected delight!

This perfectly satisfied one of the prerequisites for the Epic Level Profession——King of Thousand Blades (Epic), ‘Weapon Master lv9 or above’.

Moreover, it allowed Rein to gain another 5 attribute points and 5 skill points, plus 7 Golden Skill Points.

It was a grand harvest!

Adding to his original remaining points, Rein now had 6 leftover attribute points, 6 skill points, and 8 Golden Skill Points.

This also meant that Rein could now elevate either ‘Crushing Hammer’ or ‘Sword Blade Storm·Modified’ from an Advanced Secret Skill to a Top Secret Technique.

In addition, regarding Will, Rein also vaguely grasped a hint of its essence.

At once, Rein stood with one hand across his chest and the other supporting his chin, pacing back and forth in the room deep in thought.

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Several hours later.

The twenty or so fugitive Black Flame monks saw a group of familiar figures at the other end of the original tunnel, led by another notable person from their sect, Lord Freeman.

However, there was a stranger standing beside him, towering like a small giant.

In the dim light of torches, the stranger had disheveled hair, making it hard to see his face. He wore an exceedingly ancient-looking bronze breastplate, and the exposed skin was grayish-white and wrinkled, not elastic like that of a normal person.

What the Black Flame monks found even more daunting was the intimidating aura emanating from the stranger, preventing them from daring to approach him.

“Lord Freeman, it’s terrible! Lord Raksul has been killed by Rein.”

“Hmm?”

“Raksul is dead?” Freeman’s initially great mood was clouded with gloom.

“So, the plan to attack Earl Habbs Mansion has also failed?”

“This…,” the Black Flame monks exchanged glances before responding.

“It can’t be said to be a complete failure, Lord Ganon from the Secret Snake Sect is still fighting.”

“Hmm? And you fled? A bunch of rubbish!” Freeman’s eyes twitched as he fumed with rage!

“Pfft!”

Suddenly, the ancient hero Mong had advanced several meters without anyone noticing, his arm as thin as a stick yet clearly muscular and thick-boned, pierced through the chest of a Black Flame monk who had returned.

The monk was utterly confused, never expecting to be attacked amidst his own sect members.

At this moment, he was lifted like a chicken by the arm that had breached his chest.

Red lines of blood began to densely appear on the arm, and the Black Flame monk’s mouth wide open seemed like he wanted to scream, but his body rapidly contorted and shriveled, withering and dehydrating before one’s eyes…

Soon, his limbs turned grayish-white like a dried corpse, hanging limply, and his neck titled to one side.

The clearly more ruddy arm threw the body aside like discarding trash.

“If it’s rubbish, then it’s useless (in ancient common language).” A deep, hoarse voice came from the ancient hero Mong, as if he had killed not a person, but merely a chicken.

The cold tone made all the Black Flame monks who had returned turn deathly pale with fear!

“Um… Lord Mong, although these are rubbish, they are still faithful believers of the sect (in ancient common language), and can be put to some use,” Freeman hurriedly explained.

At the same time, he cursed himself quietly.

Damn it! I forgot the big guy was here.

Just saying the word ‘rubbish’ and the big guy heard it.

Of course, the issue was that many words in ancient common language sound the same as in modern common language, including the word ‘rubbish’.

“Lord, let me take you to a place where there are plenty of strong ones for you to recover your strength.”

“Not more of this kind of rubbish?”

“Certainly not, those are the elite of the Dragan Empire.” Upon hearing this, Freeman was startled, then chuckled awkwardly, saying.

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Meanwhile.

Mingster.

The administrative building’s top floor at the Sword Bearers Branch.

In Admiral Edward’s office.

A middle-aged man in an army uniform, with a pair of golden oak leaves and four crescent moons on his epaulettes, reported respectfully, “Admiral Sir, we just received urgent military intelligence from Meister.”

“The Sealing Gate has been opened by the Sea Clan and the Sea God Sect. However, they did not expect a Demon Tail Sea Dragon with three heads to be sealed inside. The Imperial Guardian, caught off guard, let the creature escape into the deep sea.”

“Never expected it to be a Demon Tail Sea Dragon with three heads…”