After hitting the nails repeatedly along the way, Bloom was already surprised by the female mage's bad temper, and waved his hand stupidly: "It doesn't matter, I didn't count on you anyway!" I kept watch for the first half of the night, and Roland for the second half of the night. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Roland heard Nikita say the phrase "mages don't keep vigil", and suddenly remembered something, and took out a ring and handed it to her, which was the trophy obtained by killing the ogre wizard Abraham not long ago: the life support ring.

The only use of this ring for him is to save time, and he only needs two hours of sleep a day to get the equivalent of eight hours of sleep.

For the mage, the value of the ring is very different. Mages are very demanding on the quality of their sleep and must rest well for eight hours a day to fully relax their minds and thus gain spell slots when they wake up the next day. On the other hand, if the mage is not able to rest properly, it will directly affect the ability to cast spells the next day, which is why Nikita said that "mages do not keep vigil". In fact, it's not that she's too squeamish, it's a common principle of the mage class.

Adventures in the wilderness and poor camping conditions meant that it was not easy for mages to get enough sleep for eight hours, and how to stay energized was a challenge they had to face. The "Life Support Ring" was invented to help mages sleep less so they could adapt to adventure travel.

Nikita took the ring and looked at it, immediately recognized its function, looked up and smiled gratefully at Roland: "Thank you for the gift, I keep vigil tonight." ”

Roland shook his head and said: "This ghost place is full of dangers, even if you don't keep vigil, it is difficult for you to ensure that you can sleep enough for eight hours a day, I give you this ring, I just hope you can make full use of the time to rest, do not affect the preparation of spells, after all, you are a mage, the tactical core of our small team, if you are not in the state, it will be difficult for our adventure to continue." ”

The woman in red pursed the corners of her lips, her white slender fingers caressed her chin, her clear gaze seemed to be fixed on the young knight's handsome face, as if she was pondering something, and she pondered for a long time before she asked him, "Do you really need me to keep vigil?" ”

Roland looked her in the eye and replied calmly, "If you have some free time, you might as well copy the scrolls, make more potions or wands, etc., these tasks will help us more than keeping vigils." ”

Nikita didn't make a sound, she put the ring on her hand, and a faint golden light enveloped the girl's slender hand, emitting a warm magical energy, which subsided in an instant, and turned back into the slightly simple silver ring.

"You are such a thoughtful gentleman." She looked up and smiled, her eyes inadvertently revealing a faint charm, "You say that I am the tactical core of the team, it is too flattering, maybe you say this out of respect for the mage, but I think that your own leadership charm is the premise for this temporary team to maintain unity, and I ask for your care for the rest of the journey, I believe that my arcane ability can bring some convenience to your trip." ”

Roland clenched his right hand into a fist across his chest and gave her a military salute: "Miss Mage, you don't have to be polite, this is a matter of the next division." ”

……

The underworld lacks natural light, the lines between day and night are blurred, and Roland relies more on his biological clock than on a pocket watch in his pocket.

Glancing up at the dancing campfire, he stood up and stretched long, just as he was about to take a look at the movement around him, when a light appeared in Nikita's tent and caught his eye.

A graceful silhouette came into view, and the slender waist and plump peaks looked particularly tempting in the night, and Roland couldn't help but stop and look at it. With a flick of his long hair, the girl's figure was facing him, and a curtain could not hide the gaze of each other.

An inexplicable burning heat rose in Roland's heart, and he quickly lowered his head to avoid her gaze, turned back to sit down by the campfire, took a sip of water, and gradually calmed down his turbulent heart.

A faint body fragrance wafted in the wind, and the witch in red walked out of the tent and quietly came to him, and with a flick of her fingertips, a small ball of light floated in front of him, as if with some kind of sultry reverie.

Roland blew a breath and blew the elf created by the "Dancing Light Technique" into the fire, merging it with the more blazing light source, like a drop of water into the embrace of the sea.

"It's still early, why don't you sleep a little longer." Roland stepped out of his chair and helped her to sit beside him.

Nikita raised her hand and smiled at the corner of her lips, "Thank you for the ring and for helping me get a good night's sleep." ”

"Looks like you're resting well, wouldn't it be a bit annoying if I asked you what spells you had prepared?"

Nikita couldn't help laughing: "It's not just those commonly used spells, fireball spells, lightning beams, flying spells, flash dust, greasy spells, spider web spells, stealth spells, etc., if you are interested, I don't mind chatting about this topic, knowing the spells prepared by each other, we can only cooperate with each other when fighting." ”

"That's true, but it's a pity that I, a half-magic caster, have limited abilities, and I can only prepare 4 one-ring magic spells."

"That's pretty good...... Hey? You say four? Nikita originally wanted to compliment him politely, but suddenly realized that something was wrong, "Sixth-level holy warriors usually only have 2 one-ring divine arts, how high is your perception!" ”

Roland shrugged: "The perception is actually not very high, but my profession is special, and the spell position is twice that of ordinary paladins." ”

Nikita's eyes widened in surprise and she let out a long breath: "The chosen person of the goddess of fate really lives up to her name. ”

Roland shook his head and smiled bitterly: "What about the voters, I am not a professional spellcaster after all, at most I have learned the four-ring magic technique, and I can't compare with you." ”

That's really not modesty.

The Pupil of Fate can clearly see that Nikita's intelligence attribute is as high as 21, and she has 5 first-ring spell slots, 4 second-ring spell slots, and 3 three-ring spell slots. Considering that the two are of the same level, how much more can I say about the difference in this spell casting ability?

Of course, Roland will not be presumptuous, in addition to the ability to cast spells, he can crush Nikita in many other aspects, but compared to the soft girl, it is not glorious to win.

The mage is more or less pretentious, treating those who lack the ability to cast spells as pathetic creatures. Nikita has lived in the Far Eastern Lighthouse for a long time, and it is inevitable that she will have this mentality. Roland only objectively evaluated the gap in each other's spell-casting ability, and the division of labor during the adventure, not to say that he recognized her superiority.

Nikita misunderstood what he meant, subconsciously thinking that this was Roland's confession to her, feeling inferior to the inability to learn advanced spells, and couldn't help but feel pity for a man for the first time, and the eyes that looked at him were mixed with a trace of almost maternal tenderness.

"Its ability to cast spells is not static, and in the long run, you can also combine other extraordinary classes to gain more powerful spellcasting abilities."

Roland smiled and nodded, "I've considered working part-time as Pastor Sindra. ”

Nikita thought for a while, suddenly raised her hand and grabbed the purple Aine Stone above her head, and handed it to Roland: "This Aine Stone is lent to you, it can hold 3 one-ring divine arts." ”

Roland was stunned for a moment before he realized that Nikita was not willing to sacrifice his own opportunity to store spells and help him expand his spell slot, which was both touching and funny for a while. Holding the girl's soft water, he persuaded her to take back the Ayn Stone in the gentlest tone possible: "Thank you for your kindness, to be honest, I am very touched, but my spell slot is enough, the Aine Stone can play a greater role in your hands, and I can store some magic in it when necessary...... I don't offend you by saying that, do you? ”

Some magic techniques - such as "divine grace" - only work on oneself and cannot be blessed by others, but they can be used by others if they are stored in the Ain Stone in advance, and Roland pointed to this strategy, fearing that Nikita would misunderstand so he specially added the latter sentence.

Nikita didn't feel hurt by her pride, but her way of understanding didn't exactly match Roland's expectations, and even went to the other extreme.

Glancing at Roland with disgust, the witch in red shook her head and sighed: "Men are always children who don't grow up, lest they bend their prestige in front of women and expose their vulnerable side...... Well, my dear knight, you are the best, and the little lady thanks you for your great attention. ”

Roland couldn't laugh or cry, and was about to explain to her, when he suddenly heard a bell from afar, and immediately changed his face and jumped up.

Nikita was also alert, got up and took his hand, and asked in a low voice, "What's the movement?" ”

"The copper bell net, a kind of warning device to prevent intruders at night, now there is no wind, and the bell rings for no reason, it must have been touched."

Roland's voice fell, and the bell rang again, closer to the camp.

"Let's go over and see." Roland took the female mage's hand and quietly walked in the direction from which the bell came.

"Do you want to be invisible?" Nikita stood on her tiptoes and whispered in Roland's ear.

The girl's warm and soft lips inadvertently touched the earlobe, and the itchy taste invaded the heart and spleen, Roland hurriedly lowered his head and replied in a low voice: "Don't use it for the time being, you stay here and pay attention to the movement over there, I'll go over and take a look." ”

Pulling out the heavy sword that was lying diagonally behind him, the snowy blade refracted the campfire, and Roland saw a ball of blood-colored substance wriggling in this direction, and his heart suddenly sank.

"It's rotten blood! This disgusting monster has caught up! "To be precise, it is one of the rotten bloods after the split, slightly smaller than before the split, but the strength is exactly the same.

"Nikita, I'll go up and hold back the carrion, you go wake up Bloom and use magic and a throwing hammer to help me kill this monster."

The witch in red didn't move her footsteps, and said indifferently: "It's just rotten blood, there's no need to make a big move." As he spoke, he reached out and touched his waist, took out the spell casting materials from the dimensional bag, skillfully spit out a string of spells, and flicked his fingers to shoot a little spark.

Mars was originally only the size of a pea, but after leaving his hand, it quickly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a large ball of burning fire, which swirled through the air and rolled up a rolling heat wave, and smashed directly on the body of the rotten blood, and exploded with a bang, and the flames raged within 20 feet around, and the rotten blood was scorched into a cloud of steam by the high temperature before it could not even struggle.

"How simple it is, a fireball technique will solve it." Nikita blew her fingertips, and her pretty face remained indifferent, as if she had just done something insignificant.

Roland was speechless for a moment, unable to tell what it was like in his heart. At the beginning, he and his companions couldn't get rid of the rotten blood with all their efforts, Nikita gave a second with a fireball, the master is so domineering, where can he be reasonable?

Bloom was awakened by the sound of the explosion and peeked out of the tent with a bewildered expression: "What's going on?" Where is there such a big movement? ”

Roland backhanded Durandal back into the sheath and waved his hand at him: "It's okay, continue to sleep with you." ”

"Oh, it's fine!" The dwarf's heart was also really big, and he really shrank back into the tent and fell asleep.