After nearly two hours of rest, Moriarty finally had the strength to get back up from the sand. Looking at the dense scars on his body, he couldn't help but smile slightly bitterly. In order to pass the test of the battle mage mission this time, the price paid by Moriarty is not insignificant. However, fortunately, most of the wounds have stopped bleeding at the moment, and as long as you are careful not to move too much and tear them open again, there should be no danger to your life.

After slowly breathing again, Moriarty directly cast a spell on himself with a hydrotherapy technique.

Speaking of which, in the life-and-death battle with the mutant demon, Moriarty is more like a full-fledged warrior than a non-professional teacher. Therefore, although his body was almost consumed after a series of hard battles, the amount of mana was not consumed. And such a strange case of mage promotion is probably only possible with a special person like Moriarty.

After three consecutive magical treatments of hydrotherapy, Moriarty's body finally recovered. Although it will be necessary to wait until the return to Blue Crystal City to fully recover, at least it is not as over-exhausted and incapacitated as it was just now.

After recovering a lot, Moriarty didn't rush to clean up the battlefield, but picked up the "Loyal Companion" wand that had been left behind and refilled it with spells.

Through the arduous battle with the mutant demons, Moriarty not only improved his actual combat experience by leaps and bounds, but also made him more deeply aware of the shortcomings and limitations of low-level mages: in the face of quick movements and fast attacks, low-level mages simply do not have enough time to summon spells. It was as if Moriarty, during the entire battle with the leader Gogo, had no chance to cast any other spells after that, except for the initial "muddy footsteps" that leaned on his wand to bind his opponent heavily. Therefore, the vast majority of low-level mages are difficult to win in one-on-one solo battles because of their own class characteristics and vulnerabilities.

Of course, this is not to say that low-level mages are completely useless scum. It's as if Moriarty, who is only a first-level warrior, can finally kill a mutant demon with the combat power of a fourth-level warrior and the protection of the whole body scales, and many of the beneficial spell blessing effects play an irreplaceable and decisive role.

Therefore, in Moriarty's mind, the true value of low-cost mages has been positioned as auxiliary and strategic deterrence. It's like a single-shot musket that doesn't fire, and as long as you stand silently on the sidelines, it is a great pressure on the enemy. Of course, with the pre-storage and instantaneous capabilities of the "Mage Companion" in his hands, Moriarty was able to directly break free from the constraints of spell casting, and upgrade from a single-click musket to a powerful semi-automatic rifle at a certain point. Under these conditions, the combat mode that Moriarty can adopt is also different from that of ordinary low-level mages with inferior equipment.

It took some more time for Moriarty to fill all seven first-order spells in his wand. During this period, although his magic power has not been exhausted, he still cautiously uses a "Blue Beauty". This is not only to maintain a high combat status at all times to deal with possible potential risks, but also to be an effective cover for my actual mana amount.

Finally, the arrows in the crossbow were replenished and loaded, and Moriarty's rest work was finally completed.

When I looked up at the sky, it was noon. The warm sun shone on her body, and Moriarty felt only a burst of comfort and warmth.

Walking up to the fallen mutant demon, Moriarty crouches down and uses his broken dagger to cut off the corpse's head entirely, which will be brought back to Hockenheim as a trophy from the promotion mission.

When the demon's head was cut off from the neck, a thumb-sized round crystal bead suddenly fell out of the demon's chest as the last strands of black blood gushed out from the severed skull of the head and neck. …,

The bead is red all over, crystal clear, and there is a faint trace of red light from the heart of the pearl. Moriarty immediately reached out and picked up the bead and placed it in his palm, and immediately felt a burning heat coming from the bead, as if it was a miniature stove in his hand.

"Demon Core!" Looking at the red crystal bead in his hand, Moriarty's eyes quickly lit up.

It was an unexpected surprise. Generally speaking, only powerful high-level beings can give birth to a demon core in their bodies, which is the most concentrated life essence. And why Gog, who only belonged to the lower demons, was able to give birth to a demon core in his body, which was not clear to Moriarty. However, it should have a lot to do with passive evolution and downgrade mutation.

Carefully tucking away the precious demon core, Moriarty took off his torn robe like catkins and knotted it into a rope to thread the mutated demon's head. Next, the two remaining Gogothorns were also decapitated by Moriarty, and their heads were also strung together and hung under the saddle.

After glancing around to make sure nothing was missing, Moriarty immediately turned over and mounted his mount, and rode his horse towards the place where the hounds and the load had been left behind, and drove back to the village of Remi late that night.

Early the next morning, on the sixth day of the mission, Moriarty returned the horses and hounds to Chief Henritte, as well as an additional ten gold in rent. Then, in the gratitude of the village chief, the carriage that came up from the time he got up, returned to Blue Crystal City.

Half-reclining on the soft cushions of the carriage, Moriarty was finally able to relax a little from the nerves that had been tense for hundreds of hours. But when he closed his eyes, the bits and pieces of the past few days were playing back in front of his eyes like a slide show. Although he was obviously tired, Moriarty's spirit was always in a faint excitement. Perhaps, this is the effect of fighting and killing.

Outside the window, a little bit of white snowflakes began to fall from the sky like flying flotsam, slowly dyeing the earth and the four fields white. I have to say that Moriarty was very lucky to be able to complete his mission test before the snow fell. Otherwise, once you encounter a sudden drop in temperature in the wild, let alone chasing and killing demons, I am afraid that it will be difficult to guarantee the safety of your life.

"I wonder what happened to Haiyna?" Slowly, the figure of the black-haired girl slowly emerged in Moriarty's mind. Although the two had only been separated for less than a week, when his mind had truly settled, Moriarty began to think of the girl uncontrollably.

By evening, the carriage returned to Hockenheim. When Moriarty came out of the carriage, Hayna, who had been waiting at the entrance of the academy, threw herself into his arms.

"Okay, don't cry, or your eyes will be swollen." Looking at the black-haired girl with pear blossoms and rain in her arms, Moriarty gently pushed it away. Although his body had been roughly cleaned and his robe had changed in Remy's village, there was still a faint smell of blood lingering around him. So Moriarty really didn't want the brunette girl to be exposed to these negative things.

However, Hayuna didn't seem to feel anything unusual at all, and just hugged Moriarty's waist and buried her head deep in her lover's chest. It wasn't until Schmidt, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but cough lightly that the girl blushed and reluctantly parted from her lover a little, but her hands were still tightly wrapped around Moriarty's arms, as if she was afraid that the other party would suddenly disappear.

"Welcome back, Moriarty. Great work! Glancing at his daughter helplessly, Schmidt suddenly smiled to himself, and then said loudly to Moriarty.

"Thank you, Lord Schmidt." Moriarty saluted. …,

"This time, you're doing a really good job. You can still fight and win in the face of demonic mutations, Moriarty, you are fully worthy of the name of 'mage'. "Different from the previous strict attitude, the feelings of the middle-level mages at this moment seem to be quite high. It can be seen that Moriarty can successfully complete the battle mage mission test and return safely, and Schmidt is sincerely happy and relieved.

"Hehe, maybe it's just because I'm lucky. And, if it weren't for the help of my Loyal Companions and the Healing Scroll, I probably wouldn't have made it back alive from Rainbow Ranch. Moriarty shook his head, and was very pertinent in his assessment of what had made him successful.

"Luck is also part of strength. Besides, your promotion mission this time is really special, and the Provost also explained in the mission description about the permission to use low-level magic items. So, you don't have to worry about it at all. Most importantly, you succeeded! Schmidt uncharacteristically encouraged Moriarty's low-key and humble attitude.

"You are right, Your Excellency. The most important thing is that I successfully completed the test task. Thank you again for your many teachings and selfless care over the past two years. Otherwise, I wouldn't be where I am now. As he spoke, Moriarty bowed deeply to his uncle again.

"Haha, alright, let's go back." Looking at the face of Moriati, who looked very similar to his dead sister, the middle-level mage suddenly laughed, and then pulled his nephew's other arm and strode in the direction of the mage tower: "I think it won't take a few days to hold a formal promotion ceremony for you." And before that, heal the wounds on your body. ”

"Ah, Morty, you're hurt? Is it hurt badly? As if only known about Moriarty's injury, Hayura immediately exclaimed.

"It's okay, it's just a small injury." As Schmidt walked briskly forward, Moriarty smiled and comforted Heryna beside her.

"No, I'll check it out for you when I get back to the Mage Tower." Hayaira was completely unconvinced that Moriarty was only slightly injured, otherwise Schmidt's character would not have specifically mentioned it.

"Hehe, let's talk about it when we get back." With a mid-level mage by his side, Moriarty didn't dare to be too intimate with the girl. Although Schmidt has acknowledged and accepted the relationship between the two, it is really not a wise move to "flirt" with his daughter in front of a father.

However, what is strange is that Schmidt never intervened in his daughter's intimate behavior, but walked forward silently.

But sometimes, not expressing an attitude is actually the most unmistakable attitude

Thank you for your support and votes, and today I was on the recommended list of games for a while.

At the same time, I would like to say thank you to the prodigal son of Zibing, so that "The Land of Heroes" received the first evaluation vote, which is still a full score.

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