When Moriath returned, Lancet was sitting in a chair rummaging through a cloth bag that he had found somewhere. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Did you find anything good?" After sending off the annoying eldest lady, the female mage's mood was obviously much better, and there was even a smile on her lips.

"Uh...... We've found ......" Lancet looked at the smile on the other man's face, and didn't react for a moment.

"Scrolls of magic and a book of rituals." Ed picked up the conversation, then tapped Ranster's shoulder with his beak and motioned for him to take it out.

Randster pulled out a tattered bloodstained pamphlet from the cloth bag and handed it to the mage, and Moriah spread out the pages to find that most of the rituals had been covered in blood, and the rest had a ritual of concocting potions in addition to the rituals she already knew.

"Nice stuff, just right to use." The female mage said thank you in a good mood, and then put the ritual book into her dimensional bag.

One man and one bird stared at the female mage sitting next to her with strange eyes recovering her magic, and talked telepathically.

"You say...... Is she okay? Ed asked, confused.

"She seems to be in a good mood, she should be fine." Lancet wasn't sure.

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Concoction potions are spells that can only be cast through rituals, and the caster creates a potion that can be drunk by combining ingredients and spells.

At level four, Lance will be given a chance to choose a specialty, and if he chooses the "Ritual Caster" specialty, he will be able to use ritual casting like a female mage.

However, this is not what Lenster expected, the specialty he wants to learn is the "alchemist" specialty.

Alchemy was the most suitable specialty for Lancet, as it could make not only ointments, bombs, and potions, but also poisons and other gadgets.

It consumes much less than crafting magic items and potions.

Ranster was an alchemist himself before the crossing, and he still memorizes some important alchemy formulas.

For example, Devil Strike Oil and Devil Oil.

When applied to a weapon, Ghost Strike Oil is especially effective against Spirits, Bound Spirits, and other Void creatures. Demon oil is standard for witchers, and this ointment that can inflict additional damage on demons can be said to be a must-have for witchers.

As for potions, poisons, and other gadgets, there are many kinds of them, and their uses are also diverse.

Lenster put aside the illusion of the alchemist's specialty and concentrated on the magic scroll in the bag.

One scroll to heal minor injuries, one to dispel the undead, and two scrolls to dread. This is the magic scroll that Lanster picked out and can use directly with the female mage.

Other magic required many restrictions and was not in his consideration.

Lancet gave the mage a healing for minor injuries and a scroll of dread, leaving for himself the rest of the book of dread and dispel the undead.

After a little trimming, the two stepped into the pitch-black passage that led to the underground graveyard.

As soon as the light spell in Moria's hand lit up, it was stopped by Lancet.

"Be careful to get their attention, follow me." Ranster said as he grabbed one of the mage's arms, the faint light in the hallway no different from daylight to his dim vision.

At the entrance to the catacombis stood two cultist guards. They guard the exit and don't let anyone in.

Suddenly, a faint wind blew, attracting the attention of one of the guards.

"Who? Who's there! The guard immediately raised his unsheathed weapon, staring warily at the dark passage in the passage in front of him.

The other guard also drew his sword from his waist, and he poked his head into the darkness of the passage and looked closely, but found nothing unusual.

"Maybe it's just the wind." He grunted and put away his weapon and stood back in his place.

"It's not the wind, I'm sure not." The guard, who heard the wind, cautiously picked up the torch stuck in the wall and cautiously walked into the dark passageway.

The other guard shook his head, this companion of his own was a little too cautious, there were so many people guarding the church outside, how could anyone come here?

He didn't follow, and let his companion into the passageway.

Soon, the guard who had walked into the passage slowly walked back, standing on his companion's body, his eyes glazed over.

"Let's go, there's something good down there......" he grabbed his companion's arm and dragged him into the passage.

"You're crazy, you, what's good down there?" The companion sneered and asked as he wrenched his hand away.

"Woman. I caught a woman. He whispered with a weird smile on his face.

"Women?" The companions were a little moved, they had stayed in this secret assembly hall for too long, and although many townspeople from the North County usually came here, the Priestess of Death never let them touch a finger from the women who were destined to become cannon fodder for the Undead Legion.

He suddenly remembered the daughter of the rich merchant who had gone up from here earlier today, and if it was really her, then the two of them were indeed lucky today.

Wouldn't it be a waste for a young girl with fair skin to enjoy herself before turning into a skeleton?

"Isn't it the fat man's daughter?" He couldn't help but lick his lips and asked.

The guard, who had just come out of the passage, nodded stiffly, and walked in with his companion without saying a word.

Now that the sacrificial ceremony is being held in the hall of the cemetery, it should not be discovered if you desert yourself.

The guard who was being pulled thought so, and his feet sped up.

In the dim light of the passage, he saw a girl standing against the wall, as if waiting for her arrival.

"Dear Miss, here we are." He chuckled softly and was about to walk over, but heard the sound of a weapon unsheathed behind him. Before he could turn around, the sharp tomahawk slashed at his waist with the sound of the wind, almost breaking him in two.

The pain was so intense that he opened his mouth and screamed loudly, but he couldn't make a sound. As his gaze faded, he saw the short staff in the girl's hand facing straight at him, the jewel on it glittering faintly.

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Lancet was hiding on the side of a sarcophagus outside the hall of the cemetery at this time, and under the protection of the stealth technique used by Moria, he directly ignored the two guards just now, and entered the underground graveyard in advance.

At that time, the sound of the wind that one of the guards felt was actually the movement of air caused by him walking past.

Just now he had made a covert circle, and he had a certain understanding of the defensive power of these cultists on the outside of the hall.

A silent black shadow swept past the ground and landed on Ranster's shoulder.