Royal Palace of Normandy, Sicily, capital of Palermo.

Robert led Sidlifa through the streets to the new gate of the palace, where he awaited a summons from William the Iron Arm, Lord of Sicily.

Sidlifa stared at the city gate more than ten meters high in front of him, silent.

It was a strangely shaped gate, made of some strange limestone-like material. Above the gate is the coat of arms of an eagle, with two humanoid reliefs on the left and right sides.

The first relief is a hideous skeleton, the second is an evil young man, the third is an illusory madman, and the fourth is shrouded in black robes, revealing only dry hands, clutching knotted staffs.

"This is a site left by the Punics from the early Tertiary period, called the 'Gate of the Underworld'." Seeing his daughter staring at the relief, Robert smiled and said, "Of course, it is only decorative, and it has no extraordinary power. ”

"From left to right, there are skeletons, bloods, ghosts, and corpse witches, symbolizing the four elements of the undead line, namely dry bones, blood, souls, and carrion."

"Although the ancient Punics destroyed Carthage, their blood of the dead still survived and is now inherited by the Hafs dynasty of the Berbers. In the waters off Malta, we are in constant conflict with their ghost warships. If you meet them at sea in the future, you may have the opportunity to face them head-on. ”

Robert explained calmly, noticing that Sidlifa's gaze was staring directly at the second relief, that is, the Blood, and then chuckled and said:

"The Bloodline is the most difficult undead transcendent we can deal with. Their bodies are extremely healing, they are barely afraid of any physical attacks, and their movement speed and agility are quite exaggerated. ”

"If you're entangled in them, you'll need to sell a hole to get them close, and then use a wide range of frost skills to freeze them completely and kill them - of course you'll get hurt in between, but I'm sure you're not afraid of pain."

If you use this tactic against Peggy, she will only be completely destroyed...... Sidlifa thought silently.

The guards who had soon been briefed returned in a hurry and led the two men into the Normandy court.

Walking through the corridors, the two soon met the owner of the palace. The Outville family was enjoying dinner in the hall, with a U-shaped wooden dining table and a bench outside, looking at them with curiosity, surprise and hostility.

Sidlifa recognized this Norman-style U-shaped table, with the chef's position in the center, often with a saucepan or grill for cooking, flanked by the guests, and the host sitting alone in the center of the farthest end.

Looking in that direction, Sidlifa saw that Iron Arm William was a middle-aged man with frost white hair, two arms as thick as her thighs, and to his left and right were two other white-haired men, according to the information given by Medea in advance, it should be Iron Arm William's two younger brothers, Drogo and Humphrey, both of whom are law-level powerhouses above Lv.16.

The rest of the people on the left and right are the rest of the Outville family and their families. Sidlifa could even notice a hint of resentment coming from the crowd, it was cast by some mean-looking woman, it was Robert's current wife, Geta, and one of the few people present who was not white-haired.

"This is my daughter, Sidlifa." Seeing that everyone turned their eyes to him, Robert said lightly.

No one on the field answered, and no one dared to directly question a demigod, so Iron Arm William stood up and sneered:

"Robert, are you old and confused? She's almost the same age as your wife! When you were a little kid, did you find a prostitute to give birth to her for you? ”

"Hahahaha!" Everyone present immediately burst into laughter. The posture of the boys and girls was the most exaggerated, and even tears burst into laughter. Adults are more restrained, but the ridicule and malice in their eyes are not disguised at all.

Robert was so calm that he wasn't in the slightest angry at the ridicule of the family members, but Sidlifa's pupils were constricted, and she felt the blood of anger almost pumping from her heart into her mind, making her want to scream in pain and kill like crazy.

Her mother is her scales, and she will never allow anyone to tear them apart easily.

Along with her rage, the axe of the north wind around Sidlifa's waist began to light up, and every runifin began to emit a cold light, reflecting in everyone's eyes, as if to freeze their souls.

Is that...... Almost instantaneously, Ironwall William rushed in front of Sidlifa, his eyes fixed on the Polar Ice Battle Ax at her waist.

"The axe of the Beril! Axe of the North Wind! ”

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On the streets of Palermo's palace city, Medea walked leisurely on the side of the road, silently paying attention to the situation on Sidlifa's side.

Medea was not surprised by the slander and hostility that Hidlifa had encountered in the main hall of the palace, for the Normans were such a barbarian people who were accustomed to cruel competition that they would even wash their newborns in cold liquor - if the newborn could not stand the cold and died, it meant that they were not strong enough to live as Normans.

In this regard, Medea can only say "worthy of being a barbarian". Of course, this is addressed to all Normans, and as an individual, Sidlifa is a good girl, not among the "barbarians".

On Hearthfire Island, Aske is doing the final training for Peggy.

"From Lv.11-Lv.14, each level up corresponds to comprehending a law skill, and the sign of promotion to Lv.15 is the embodiment of the law, that is to say, you can concretize the law of your own condensation into a specific form, which is the basis of the subsequent weaving field."

"Lv.16-Lv.20, upgrade with more possibilities. You can still choose to master a new skill, or you can choose to strengthen an old skill and refine it through the embodiment of the law. ”

"The effect of specialization is that the spirituality of skill consumption increases, and the power also increases. The increase is considerable, and it can almost be regarded as a super advanced version of the original skill. Note, however, that this is built at the expense of a potential new skill learning opportunity. ”

"Learning new skills can enhance your overall ability to cope with a variety of environments; Specialize in existing skills that can greatly improve your own combat strength. Therefore, how to adjust the ratio of specialization and learning is something you need to plan perfectly. ”

"And what do you advise me to do?" Peggy asked obediently.

"My suggestion is that normally we need to think about five to three or six to two." Asker directly brought out the results of the research in the professional circle, "Five new skills, three specializations, is the most balanced ratio, also known as the 'golden section'." ”

"Of course, there are members of the team who may have special responsibilities such as healing, control, and so on. Since their responsibilities are relatively simple, they can be more aggressive and adopt a six-to-two: specialize in two important skills to get the most out of their work, and use the remaining four skills to improve the 'robustness' of professional play. ”

"So I should choose five to three?" Peggy asked.

"The four skills you have mastered now are 'Cursed Death', 'Forbidden Death', 'Apophorosis' and 'Psychic'." Asker analyzed, "Among them, 'Cursed Death' and 'Apoptopocalypse' are obviously your main burst skills, and you need to specialize in them. The remaining specialization can be used for 'Forbidden Death', or you can wait until you have learned a new skill. ”

"The method of specialization is to 'attach the law' to the skill to be specialized after the law is concretized. This step takes a long time, but it's not as random as the Law of Comprehension skill, so you can do it at the same time. ”

"Okay, then I'll focus on 'Curse to Death' first." Peggy said.

So Peggy began to study the law attachment, and Aske gave her a few words of encouragement, and then found an excuse to leave.

Nola, Mill, Eleanor...... He gave all the girls a corresponding task plan, so they would not be available for the next half of the meeting.

Asker sighed faintly, and then teleported to the Plane of Reality.

"You're here?" Medea, who was in charge of keeping the ancient books today, smiled charmingly when she saw the head of the regiment appear in front of her.

"Let's go." Asker said.

Medea nodded, then grabbed his arm.