The moonlight in the mountains and forests is quiet.

In the girl's palm, a ring shimmered in the soft silver moonlight - the material of the ring itself looked like bronze, but on top of it, the circular groove was inlaid with a gem the size of a quail egg.

The gem was gray, and if you looked closely, you could see that there seemed to be ripples in it, and Gross looked at the ring, feeling as if a pair of malicious eyes were quietly peeping in the dark.

He recognized the object.

The pupil of mourning.

Marked LV35 Excellence ring.

There is only one additional effect, [Contemplation]: Reduces the cooldown of all spell slots by 10%, and this effect does not stack with items in the same part.

Maybe literally, this attribute technique is commonplace, but Gross knows that when mage players collect equipment and jewelry with this type of attribute, the character's combat power will be turned upside down-

By mid-to-late game, the vast majority of powerful spells are no longer able to fire continuously like the lowest-level fireballs, and spells with different cooldowns often need to be properly matched.

If you only care about indiscriminate bombardment in battle, then you will fall into an embarrassing situation where you can only throw fireballs for the next period of time.

This is also the balanced design of the combat power of each class in "Discord", compared with the stable output of warriors, the explosive power of the French profession in a short period of time is excellent, but correspondingly, the continuous combat ability and endurance are much worse.

The [Contemplation] stunt can effectively speed up the mage's combat rhythm, which is a common recognition among players. And when multiple pieces of equipment and jewelry with [Meditation] are active, under the premise of sufficient mana, the mage's attack rhythm is almost stormy.

The battery is not terrible, it is the high rate of fire that is terrible.

But fortunately, the drop rate of items with the [Meditation] perk is extremely low, and the "Pupil of Mourning" on Spike the Lich is an extremely rare output in the game-

Every item with such attributes is sky-high, and even the local tyrants among the mage players have to touch their purses and weigh them carefully.

Can this thing explode?

Who is the Emperor?

Gross stared at Miss Mage, and he secretly thought: If this girl is overthrown in the future, will the child they give birth to be untrustworthy?

The Emperor of Europe, referred to as the "Emperor of Emperors"?

"Mr. Gross, do you recognize the ring?"

The girl's crisp voice pulled Gross back to reality from his reverie—he froze, then nodded decisively, not paying attention to the sly glint in the girl's eyes.

The human mind is complex, especially the mind of a woman.

In the past few years of getting along, Latia has already discovered many strange things about Gross, and she was just curious when she first came into contact, but as this man continued to be exposed, she wondered if Gross was a noble child.

Elantra did not have mountain nobles, but in the Recart Empire south of the Ten Thousand Realms Mountains, as far as she knew, there were so many mountain lords.

Conne? Bolani? Or the Auguste?

After the fierce battle, the fog in the woods had cleared and the moonlight was bright, and Radia repeatedly looked at Gross's angular face, eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth......

The brown pupils looked at the lake-blue eyes again.

Stewart turned around, and he began to walk as if nothing had happened.

The dwarf Tob glanced at Choko, smiled, and said in a low voice, "It seems that you have no hope." ”

"That's the beauty of pursuing love, you never know, whether it's happiness or sadness that awaits you."

Choko sighed, and he looked up at the sky—the stars were dimming in the night, and the moonlight was shining on his face through the thin floating clouds.

The night breeze is cool, and the mood is cooler.

Seeing such a melancholy look on his companion, Tob the dwarf quickly changed the subject:

"Choco, why did that lich fall to his death? I've always wondered, don't you mages know how to 'feather fall'? ”

"Feather Fall? Come on, that's just a zero-ring spell, okay! ”

Choco glanced at the dwarf and replied angrily.

The flight altitude is too high, and the featherfall technique is also powerless. In order to truly master the flying spell, one must step into the level of extraordinary strength, and this goal is still far from now.

Very far away.

The dwarf touched the knots in his gray beard, "I say, old man, although I know you are depressed right now, but don't be angry at me, this matter has nothing to do with me." ”

The dwarf Tob had never known how to comfort people, and as an old friend for many years, Choco knew it—he stretched out his arm, raised his head a long lazy waist, and let out a long sigh.

It's over.

His complexion quickly became calm.

Hold it, put it down. That's what a manly man does.

After a long time, the girl's serious gaze finally made Gross flee, he felt a little flustered inexplicably, and saw Stewart's figure standing next to the cyan boulder, he walked over and said softly.

"Stewart, the Lich is dead, and the plague in White Dove Village has been wiped out. He used this method to gather the life force of humans, but this is no longer the case. ”

Gross copied the phrase "shadows in the sun" for the task.

"Thank you."

The man nodded.

……

The battle in the mountains near the village of White Pigeon came to an end.

After the New Year's festival, the Taryon region receives warm sunshine, the snow begins to melt everywhere, and the streams and rivers become abundant, and the babbling water meanders eastward along the cobblestone riverbed and shallows.

From the Nogo Mountains to the Kingfisher Forest, from the Kingfisher Forest to the Blossoming Wild...... In the northland, this land has quietly sprouted greenery.

The spring of the year of the red moon is slowly approaching.

Receiving the messenger's letterhead on the last day of the New Year's festival, Cumberland Jeffrey, the Knight Captain of the Iris Order, took the letter from a young man whose face was red from the cold.

He smiled at first, thinking it was just an ordinary letter from home. These days are on the go, and in the dead of night, he can't help but miss his family-

Wife and children.

Randall's martial arts practice has always been very hard, and he is also very attentive to his cultural studies; Andrea is also a well-behaved and sensible child; Sosa? The wife said that the little guy had recently fallen in love with grilled fish dipped in mustard.

Unfortunately, the town of Lorenz is not adjacent to a river, and the fish in the stream are often the size of a palm, and he can't help but laugh dumbly at the thought of Sosa's crying in his arms.

It was only a few seconds later, and the expression on his face suddenly froze.

His gaze seemed to freeze, resting on the lines of the letter, the handwriting was so beautiful, he recognized that the letter had been written by his daughter Andrea.