The room was old, but spotless, and the original owner kept it clean.

Sophie looked up and saw the half-cut skeleton that had been pushed away and fallen to the ground by herself, a pile of white bones lying there lying still, Brando's dying counterattack was the only battle damage for these undead scouts. Sophie knew that the skeleton soldiers did lack intelligence, but it was very different with the corpse witch behind them, and the error of judgment actually had nothing to do with the young man, because Brando didn't know about this qiē at all.

In times of peace, not many people know about this.

The oil painting cut through it lay flat on the ground, and the skeletal soldier's chilling sword landed not far away, causing Sophie's gaze to shrink slightly—Madara seemed to be decisively planning to attack as soon as the scouts had withdrawn, and even to clean up the battlefield.

However, this is also in line with his memory of history.

Kindness?

Sophie suddenly raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze resting on the cut oil painting. He was not mistaken, there was a mezzanine on the plane where the frame had been cut.

Wait, ancestral oil paintings? Sophie suddenly remembered, could this be the famous oil painting of Butch?

He immediately struggled to hold on to the handrail, while listening vigilantly to the movements around him. Sophie knew that it was the lowliest of necros who had killed Brando - the lowest, but more than enough to deal with ordinary people.

In the 'game', low-level necrophils can perform some low-level dark sorcery and can also evoke skeletons and zombies from nearby cemeteries, they are cunning and habitual sneak attacks, making them a great threat to those who don't know them.

But Sophie is different, because I'm afraid he knows each other better than he does.

He bent down, tore open the shelf of the painting with both hands, and a ring rolled out of it with a clatter. At this moment, he couldn't help but take a light breath, the shape of this ring was too familiar to him: the ring made of silver shone slightly in the dark, and in addition to the appearance of a normal ring, it had a holy pattern after the wind on the central surface.

Such patterns are not common in southern Eruin.

This is the national emblem of St. Orsso in the north.

Sophie carefully rubbed the ring with her thumb, which was the famous Ring of the Queen of the Wind, the reward for the 'Butcher's Paintings' quest, but the quest disappeared in the next version, and very few people eventually knew and completed the quest.

Sophie wasn't one of them, he had only heard the story, and legend had it that the ring was a forgery of the token of Druith, one of the Four Sages, but how could Brando's grandfather have it?

The effect of the Ring of the Wind Queen in the game is dexterity +1, and it consumes energy to send out wind bombs to attack the enemy in front of you, and absorbs a little energy in ten minutes in the game, but I don't know if it's the same here.

He looked at the ring, and for a moment his heart couldn't help but pound, and he even forgot about the dangers around him. The appearance of this ring confirmed his suspicion from the side, and this world was the one he was familiar with.

Sophie couldn't help but let out a long breath, he was in a bit of a mood at the moment, but after a moment's hesitation, he slowly put the ring on his index finger - a magic ring would only have an effect if it was worn on the index finger and thumb. In Vaunze, the area between the index finger and thumb is known as the 'Mystic Domain' by the witches of Taran, who believe that this is the center of the mana of the human body, and that most spell gestures evolved from this point of departure.

But for Sophie, it's just a knee-jerk act under the rules of the game, nothing more.

'Bang dang! ’

He was actually working on the ring, when a loud bang from the direction of the first floor suddenly turned his head.

Sophie was startled and immediately became alert, it might be the voice of the undead - but even if it wasn't, it would attract enemies from outside. He immediately threw away the oil painting in his hand without caring about anything else, and subconsciously stepped back and stuck it against the wall, then stared cautiously at the hall below.

He immediately saw a sneaky figure.

It was a girl in a plain leather dress who cautiously felt out from underneath, and she looked left and right, looking a little nervous - but she didn't pay attention to the top of her head. The girl clutched a masonry's hammer in both hands—it looked a little difficult, but the way she looked looked like she was looking for something.

Sophie couldn't help but sigh.

He coughed, not loud, but unusually loud in the empty room—

The girl was visibly startled, and she turned her head suddenly, her little face pale. But in all fairness, this girl can be regarded as a beauty, with long chestnut-colored hair coiled up at the back of her head, which seems dignified, but a pair of slender eyes under a flat jade forehead always make people feel charming; The tip of his eyebrows is slightly raised, his eyes are clear and flustered, and his nose is straight and straight, and he knows at a glance that he is a person with an extremely independent personality.

She has a unique temperament, but she is definitely not a lady. At least if you've seen a girl with both hands clutching a masonry hammer and a leather skirt that resembles the cowhide bags of those merchants in the South, it's hard to think that this is a well-born daughter.

The girl suddenly saw Sophie, but suddenly relaxed. She let out a sigh and couldn't help but pat her chest, and a nice smile appeared on her face: "It's you, Brando, scare me." ”

"Miss Roman, how did you get in?" When Sophie saw the girl, she couldn't help but have a headache.

This is the girl that Brando has always admired, she lives with her aunt in the opposite room, and often has some strange dreams, such as thinking about running away to the outside world to become a tradesman.

This idea seemed to Sophie to be somewhat nonsensical, and the trade was not a respectable profession in Eruin, and some of them were even confused with crooks and thieves.

During the reign of Anson VI, these men were so disgusted that they were called 'men with two mouths and three hands'.

Two mouths because they can speak well and are good at deception. The three hands are because of their unclean hands and feet, and they often do some petty theft, it can be said that these people are one of the great threats to local security, and eight out of ten tasks that Sophie did in the novice era were about them.

"I climbed in through the window outside your kitchen, by the way, your window is so small! Nearly tore my skirt—" the girl grumbled as she bent down to straighten the corners of her skirt.

"Nobody's letting you in from there—!" Adhering to Brando's memory, Sophie already has some immunity to this young lady's character, but she still can't help but slander in her heart.

"I'm not asking you this," he couldn't help but shake his head, "I'm asking you, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?" ”

"I'm worried about you, Brando," Roman replied as he looked around, obviously curious, "Did you see it, the skeleton?" ”

She saw it too? Sophie noticed that the young lady's gaze fell on her chest.

"You're hurt?" The future teenage businessman tilted her head and blinked.

"En......"

"I'll see," she said, holding her skirt and running up the stairs a few steps, holding the young man's hand that was covering the wound with one paw, "take it away, what kind of block, it will infect the wound!" The girl grumbled, looking at Sophie's wound.

She took a breath and raised her head: "Such a serious injury!" ”

Sophie felt the girl coldly grasp her hand, and her heart couldn't help but beat slightly. Although he knew that this was Brando's feelings, he didn't deliberately stop it-

"It's okay......"

"It's okay you're big!" The merchant lady gave him a blank look, and then she went through her cowhide bag hanging from her leather skirt: "Wait, I look like I have a bandage......"

Sophie looked at each other with interest.

He knew that Roman's bag was all her treasures, and most of it was Brando's strange knick-knacks that Brando had bought with her. Seashells by the sea, colored glass beads, copper whistles, ancient coins, etc., most of which are not worth a few dollars, are not very common in this area.

The future teenage businessman's greatest hobby was to pick up these treasures in a pile of old goods, and although neither of the young men had any money, Roman could always find a way to buy rare and cheap little things that she liked.

He pressed Roman's hand and shook his head: "Go into the house and look for it, it's too dangerous here." ”

"I'm not afraid of those skeletons," she looked up at him, and finally found a first-aid kit, "Will you bandage it, I won't." ”

Sophie opened the box, took out the bandages and hemostatic cotton, and froze for a moment. He originally wanted to find first-aid supplies, because subconsciously he still regarded this place as a game world, and the bandages in the game would automatically stop bleeding and return blood as soon as they were hit, but at this moment he reacted, bandaging in reality is a professional science, and you can't just wrap a few laps around the wound site?

"Brando, why don't I give it a try?" Miss Roman looked eager to try.

"Excuse me." Sophie hurriedly refused, and it was not such a toss.

He suddenly felt that a dead horse as a live horse doctor was not a bad way, anyway, what to do in the game here, what to do here, hang up and blame God. He tore off one end of the bandage and bit it in his mouth, then untied his clothes and bandaged it around the wound from the inside, he was at least a veteran of bandages in the game, so he was quite skillful and careful not to press too hard.

But he froze.

He saw a pale green number, +1, slowly emerging from his wound.

At that moment, Sophie's mind buzzed like a bombshell, and she didn't know what she should do next. But immediately he reacted, as if he was blessed to the soul, and said wildly in his heart: "Attributes, attributes, give me out!" ”

He waited with a half-expectation and a fear that his wish would be disappointed, and after waiting for about a second, a faint set of numbers appeared in his arms, thighs, joints, body, and heart.

Strength 1.0, dexterity 2.0, Constitution 0.9.

Then there is another set of numbers jù floating in his field of vision like a ghost:

Intelligence 1.1, Will 1.3, Perception 1.0.

Absolute Power 1.0, Elements (Uncivilized) -

Under this set of numbers, lines of text and values cascade down like a waterfall, forming a page that looks like an illusory panel:

Brando, Human Male, Level 1 (Power System: Physical, Melee)

XP: 1 (Civilian Level 1: ―, Militia Level 1, 0/3)

Health (Weak): 60% (Bandaged, regenerates 1 health per day)

Inauguration -

Civilians [Basic Knowledge (Level 1), Geography Knowledge (Level 0), Local Knowledge (Level 1)]

Militia [Military Swordsmanship (Level 1), Combat Skills (Level 1), Tactical Theory (Level 0), Military Organization (Level 0)]

Sure enough, sure enough!

Sophie couldn't help but wonder what kind of mentality an ordinary person would have if he won five million, which is about what he is now, right? Is this a dream? Never, he knew that in a dream a person would not have such a clear and rigorous logic, and few people would suspect themselves in their dreams.

But are you still in the game?

No, the history of the game has reached the nineteenth year of the Second Age.

The young man felt that his head was in a mess, and all his whims seemed to come in at once, and made him a little dizzy. But Sophie shook his head, he understood that this qiē was all true! He has read so many time-traveling novels, and he is not the first person to travel to the game world, and he will probably not be the last.

Martha-sama, do you really save zài?

Sophie couldn't help but pray heavily to the one supreme deity of this world, staring blankly at these imaginary numbers reflected on his retina, and couldn't help but ask himself:

Isn't this your world, Sophie? What more could you want?

Yes, as a veteran warrior of more than one hundred and thirty levels, what else could he ask for? Experience, he has. He also has the ability to foresee.

If he can't control his own destiny like this, then he can really be so ashamed that he will die headlong. But then again, it's a good feeling to be confident, it's really good.

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