"The farther the distance, the more obvious the deviation, and the closer the distance, the negligible. ”

"So in hand-to-hand combat, it has almost no impact. Inspector Richard let out a long sigh, and to say that he was not a little depressed in his heart was to deceive the undead, "but for archery or throwing, it is very fatal." ”

The lord pointed to the centaur next to him, who had been silent, "Hurt must know that if you shoot an arrow with a slight shake of your hand, it will be deflected. In particular, what is needed is the accurate head, but rather the feel. ”

"Actually, it's the same with throwing. "Gunther has a kinship.

"I didn't feel right from the start, so the more I steady, the sharper my eyes, and the harder I worked, the more I missed. The lord laughed at himself, "It's like solving a geometry problem, if you think wrong and only blindly pursue accuracy in calculation, it is better to fill in the answer casually." ”

"On the other hand, since you're going to miss the target no matter what, it means that all the attempts you've made are correct. "Mama Melissa inadvertently made up a knife, hitting the vital point, causing Richard to hang up and spew out a mouthful of old blood.

"It's not a widow's sin, it's heaven that will kill me!" he shook his teeth and claws.

"Phew, bah, bah. "Although Buckland didn't understand much, he also understood that it was certainly not auspicious words. The old man was very superstitious, and quickly snorted twice to drive away the mildew.

"Didn't you ask if there was any solution for it?" asked Anne with concern.

John II said there was nothing too good to do. Richard smiled bitterly, "There are so many secrets in the human soul and body that there are barely two of them if you have to say a way." ”

"Either wait for time to heal - but I guess it's enough, the fever was almost twenty years ago, and if it hasn't healed by now, there is probably not much hope for a short time. "Richard is his own family and knows his own business.

Even if it is the same spiritual discord, he is definitely much more serious than ordinary cases, and there is no hope of self-recovery.

"Is there a second one?" the half-elf chick continued.

"Or, advance to the Apocalypse Sanctuary. Richard replied word for word.

Apocalypse is to the Templar what a Magister is to a magician, a Cardinal is to the clergy, and a Swordmaster is to a swordsman. That's the end, it's the culmination, it's the pinnacle.

As a system for the intensive study of the soul and body, once the cultivation reaches the point of reaching the peak and turning decay into magic, it will be a piece of cake to reconcile the soul and flesh as hard as ascending to the sky.

"Oh, isn't that more hopeless. Buckland rolled his eyes unceremoniously after hearing this, "Wash and sleep, it doesn't matter to you whether you shoot or not anyway." ”

It's not that he deliberately annoys people, or that he doesn't look down on Richard.

Talent, talent, and spirituality are just the most basic things, and luck, chance, and timing are of course indispensable, and perseverance, perseverance, perseverance, perseverance, and loneliness are required.

That's too harsh.

Nine out of ten magicians in the world have never dreamed of one day advancing to the level of a mage. Because if it were really measured by that standard, the only thing they could do was buy a brick and shoot themselves to death!

So even a magister like Archmage Dupon, who never practiced lethal spells, Pompeii gave him the same courtesy—his wisdom alone was worth that respect!

And looking at it horizontally and vertically, to be fair, frankly speaking, it is not blowing or blackening - the lord of Alpine Fort does not look like that piece of material at all.

"It's still a little bit hopeful. The lord was almost not angry, and said with a blank face.

"There is hope, there is hope. A group of people saw that he was about to get angry, and quickly nodded in agreement.

"......" Richard swore that he really wanted to hammer the bunch and let them know that absolute violence is absolute truth.

But looking at the concerned faces, I felt that I couldn't use my strength, so I had to continue to say: "Also, I have a little eyebrows about Dracula. ”

"Look, Richard's trip is really not in vain, but he has cleaned up all the old foundations of the Holy Light Church. Buckland said cheerfully.

"Let the king work hard, and the subordinates will die. Dracula sat in the darkest corner, wearing a black coat and red inside, with only one look on his handsome face, and that was complete indifference.

"Why do you call Richard a king?" asked Anne curiously.

"Otherwise, it does not reflect my loyalty. Dracula's voice rises and falls, like an aria of the night.

Richard directly covered his face and was publicly executed, which was the most deadly.

He had known for a long time that the Blood Demon Stone would affect his mind, but he never expected that it would affect this bear-like appearance.

"So what the hell is going on with Dracula?" Buckland pulled back the topic of deviating again.

"It should be blood type. Richard looked at the blank faces, and really didn't want to educate them about blood type—because he didn't understand it himself.

"All you need to know is that the blood in the human body can be divided into several categories. ”

"I looked at the transplantation records of the Blood Magic Stone in the Holy Light Church, and the strength of the blood energy was obviously divided into four grades, and at that time I was already a little suspicious of the blood type. The lord folded his fingers and placed them on the table, "Later, I saw that among the Blood Knights, there are occasionally special cases called 'xenomorphs'. ”

"Xenos are very different from ordinary blood knights, some are ridiculously strong, but most of them are surprisingly weak. Coupled with an eccentric personality, it is often destroyed as soon as it is born. Richard raised an index finger, "Please pay attention to the important point - the proportional distribution of xenomorphs is roughly the same as that of rare blood types." ”

"Doesn't that mean ......," Gunther whispered.

In fact, he didn't understand anything, just to see that everyone else didn't speak, and to liven up the atmosphere.

"The role of the Blood Magic Stone is determined by blood type. Of course Richard knew what kind of character the Okan Barbarian was, "The four mainstream blood types correspond to the four grades of Blood Knights, and rare blood types create xenomorphs. ”

He flattened his arms and pointed to Dracula in the shadows in the corner, "If you're not mistaken, he's a rare blood type, or a xenomorph. ”

"If there is a blood type, this speculation is quite reasonable. Mama Melissa nodded in affirmation.

But even this well-informed elven mistress had never heard of any "blood type".

"I'm really curious, where did you learn so much strange knowledge?" Buckland's face was full of confusion and confusion, "As a fairly qualified naturalist, I've never heard of it, it's really ...... Unbelievable, unbelievable. ”

The lord pondered for a long time, revealing an indescribably complicated expression.

His answer itself was quite emotional - "In my hometown." ”