After making sure that the mountain siblings had stolen their letter of introduction, Roland immediately headed south.

It takes a day or so for this bureau to see results. Roland's time was precious, and he had to do something elsewhere while the line advanced.

A long time ago, Roland remembered the location of every important NPC in the City of Fortune. Each of them can bring great benefits to Roland.

Before that, of course, Roland first had to ask himself what he lacked most.

Is it equipment? No, Roland has a whole set of black rattan sets, and equipment below dark blue can't cause any improvement to Roland at all, and equipment above this limit is not at all what Roland can get by normal means.

Well, usual means.

So, is it a feature?

Roland had the idea of advancing the warrior to a weapon master before he switched to the crow. Because for a period of time when the official start of the crow's job transfer, the Ashes Cult's class will be weakened to almost no combat effectiveness, and Roland must have another class to help him get through the trough without dragging down his combat effectiveness in the later stages.

But so many weapon specialization characteristics are not something that can be obtained in a moment and a half, unless Roland can find a weapon master above the gold level, directly use experience to learn their attack posture, and forcibly push the weapon specialization level of the corresponding weapon up.

The problem is, Roland simply can't find that kind of master. Even if he did, Roland's experience would never be enough for him to learn even the most obvious tricks.

After all, the strength of the weapon masters lies in their stance and weapon specialization level. A weapon master with more than seven specializations and who has progressed to the Gold tier on an orthodox path can be said to have no weaknesses.

It didn't even take seven - the crossbow, the chain hammer, the bayonet, the fist sword, and the stabbed shield – five weapons at the same time were enough for them to cope with the vast majority of the battle. And the Weapon Master's stance ability is the strongest of all the common advanced classes of the warrior - the strongest, and naturally the most expensive.

Even if Roland uses experience to learn to shatter and strike such a low-level stance, he needs to provide more experience than he can improve by one level.

So, the world is fair.

Professions such as weapon masters and wizards, which are slow to form and require a lot of time to dedicate to learning some skills in addition to leveling up, are naturally extremely powerful when formed.

And a profession like a mercenary, which can only rely on characteristics to improve combat effectiveness, can't learn such a powerful skill if you want to. Although they were almost able to exert their combat power beyond the first rank when they first changed jobs, once they surpassed the gold rank, this kind of class without strong skills would show a decline.

Although the Master of Weapons has the professional penalty of not being able to wear heavy armor, it is nothing to Roland.

Anyway, there is also a professional punishment for metal allergies, and when these two professions are together, it can be said that they will not drag each other down at all.

The problem is that although it is not difficult to obtain the characteristics of weapon specialization, it is a water grinding effort, and it is by no means something that can be done in a few days.

But Roland didn't have much time.

He must destroy the City of Fortune before they reach the agreed place. To be more precise, it's three days and four nights.

In three days, the City of Fortune became history, and Roland naturally understood how difficult it was.

But it's this almost impossible challenge that attracts the attention of the Sleeping Mentor, isn't it?

Roland smiled slightly, dodging a hand that pinched a handkerchief to his mouth, and then mercilessly pulled out his sword, splitting the owner of that hand in two with its hand.

Under Roland's dance-like movements, not even a drop of blood was splashed on him.

"Zab, are you trying to get me dirty with your filthy brains?" Roland spoke, his voice cold and slightly hoarse, "Come on, and before I leave this street, smear me with the cloudy white liquid in your body—"

The beautiful figure almost dissolved in the dark night without lights, as beautiful and deadly as a fairy of shadows.

Seeing "she" put the sword flat on her chest, bowed gracefully, and performed a sword salute, the surrounding darkness finally couldn't bear it anymore and was ready to move.

The current location is the White Night Boulevard, and the rule is that after nightfall, do not admit all the crimes that have happened here.

Twenty minutes later, Miss Herlan licked the white liquid that was dripping from her fingertips, and with a strange flush on her face, she stepped out of the shadows into the brightly lit Golden Lion Avenue.

The most famous rule here is that sneak attacks and stealth are strictly prohibited, and you need to challenge anything to get your hands on. And in the same way, once you fail, you need to give everything you have.

-- It's everything.

Because of this crisp and neat style, the strong people gathered here are among the best in the entire city of wealth, not to mention the silver level powerhouses, even the gold level is not nothing. In order to keep the street getting fresh blood, each challenge starts with the weakest and then gradually increases in difficulty.

In this kind of wheel war, almost anyone who comes to the street will become a part of the street - whether it is the inhabitants of the street or the "private property" that everyone has to share, it is a different challenge to decide.

Unlike those young people who were panting and rushing up, some people with vicious eyes vaguely saw that there seemed to be something wrong with the color and texture of the liquid held by Herlan's fingertips, and after a little thought, their faces suddenly changed drastically.

"Come back! That's—"

It's too late.

The first young man to challenge was opened in less than two seconds. Then everyone looked at Herlan with horrified expressions, smiled and crushed the young man's brain with her slender five fingers, licking greedily.

A terrible thought came to the minds of the elders of this street.

"She's a Brain Eater! Don't go near her! ”

An old man with gray hair and a cane shouted, "The brain-eating demon can suck the brains just by kissing!" If you don't want to die, stay away from her! ”

Herlan glared at him as if he was dissatisfied, and the old man clenched the crutches in his hand nervously, and waited for him.

Fortunately, the "brain eater" seemed to have eaten enough, stared at him fiercely for a while, and then walked away bored.

The old man's back instantly got wet.

Braineaters belong to an underground race and are rarely seen above the ground. He had only seen such a dangerous race because he had ventured underground when he was younger.

Brain Eaters will become more and more powerful as the number of Brains they use increases, and their appearance will become more and more beautiful. In other words, this is a race that is more beautiful and dangerous.

The brain-eating demons he had seen before were definitely not as beautiful as the one in front of him, but they had already reached the golden level......

After Herlan left, the old man immediately summoned several people and whispered orders them to immediately tell a few friendly streets about the appearance of the Brain Eater and her appearance, and told them to be on guard.

Then he thought about it and decided to take a trip to the White Night Avenue to see how the group was doing.

If he hadn't guessed wrong, the current White Night Avenue should be very bright.

"...... in that direction"

The old man looked at the place where the "Brain Eater Demon" was going, thoughtful.

If he remembered correctly, it should have been a rebellious druid's position.

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