Back in Reed City, I'm your dad who found the warrior monk trainer. When he showed the Warrior Monk brand on his arm to the trainer, a light purple aura suddenly bloomed on his body, symbolizing that his transfer mission had been successfully completed.

I'm your dad looking himself up and down with joy, constantly experimenting with the few beginner warrior monk skills he had just learned. Three or four colorful magical auras appeared and disappeared on him, and every time he changed skills, he had to scramble to check the effect of this skill. Suddenly, he probably found something wrong and let out a surprised "huh".

"Boss, come and see how this is done...... he looked at the Buddha in front of him in a panic, "...... Why is my attack power so low all of a sudden? ”

I also took a closer look at his state, and sure enough, after the successful transfer, whether it was his vitality, fighting spirit or defense, agility, etc., and other attributes, there was a significant improvement, but the attack power did not rise but fell, and it actually plummeted from the original seventy-three to thirty-four - you know, the original priest was not an adventure profession known for fighting, and the bottom level of its attack power is obvious to all, and at this time, the attack power of this new warrior monk is actually lower than when he was a priest, How could this not make his heart suddenly split in half?

Buddha Xiao also looked at it in confusion for a moment, and suddenly patted the back of his head, and suddenly realized: "Ah, damn it, I forgot!" Throw away the staff in your hand, the warrior monk can only use his fists. ”

As soon as he shouted, I immediately understood: the paranoid beliefs of the warrior monks dictated that they could only choose fist gloves as their weapons, and after the transfer, the "magic ring short-handled staff" in your father's hand was no more valuable to him than a burning stick, and the attack power bonus provided by this staff had no practical meaning to his master.

Now it's a big problem. If my dad were your dad and needed other equipment, Buddha and I might be able to come up with a substitute or two with decent stats, especially weapons - because my "Throw Hard" skill consumes one weapon at a time, some of the low-level weapons I usually get from my adventures will be saved.

But unlike ordinary swords and armor, the fist glove is a weapon that only warrior monks can equip, and my "Fight Hard" skill can't use it, and there are not many warrior monks on the entire Falvi Continent after all, usually even if I happen to get this kind of thing, I will never keep it for a long time, and I usually sell it to merchants on the side of the road at the first time, and I can also earn a small amount of money for two bottles of life potion. It seems that we will not be able to help with this favor.

"Boss, you have to help people to the end, like me now, I don't even dare to go out of the city gate......" This time, I am your father, but I am really panicked. He pulled the placket of the Buddha's smile and begged repeatedly, for fear that he would leave him alone in the city if he was ruthless.

Buddha Xiao is obviously not a boss who lacks a sense of responsibility. Seeing the embarrassed appearance of his younger brother, he patted the warrior monk's shoulder comfortingly:

"Don't worry, I'm on my way to Port East Weld on a mission, and I'll be able to get your gloves there."

"Thank you so much, Boss...... "I'm your dad's eyes moistened.

"It's nothing, it's fate that we can live in a city, and distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors." The eyes of the Buddha smiled with the brilliance of humanity.

"Alright, we'll go to that or something now...... Let's pull the port in the east. "I'm your dad, and I'm already a little impatient.

"Port of East Cherde." I whispered a reminder to him.

"Whatever, let's go now. I still have something to do tomorrow morning, and I can't stay up too late tonight...... "I'm your father, striding straight forward."

Although I didn't have to help me equip your father with weapons, it happened that I didn't have any urgent tasks in my hands anyway, and in the spirit of helping my guild brothers—and more importantly, Buddha Xiao didn't know the road to the port of Eastern Cherd—I also came with them to this pirate-infested port city.

The port of Eastern Cerder, on the northern shore of the Comet Sea, was a small port under the rule of the Kingdom of Montica. The stout beer produced here is as famous as the pirates here. It's hard to know for sure whether it's because the beer is so good that the pirates chose this place as their habitat, or if it's because the pirates chose to gather here to make this strong-tasting alcoholic beverage so popular.

For the port of Eastern Chelde, the proof that this is still the territory of the Mondica Kingdom is only the few lazy patrols within the city walls, and once you step out of the city gates, they are no longer protected by the power of the kingdom. The pirates roaming around the city could swarm you at any moment, tie you up and throw you into the sea, but all you can protect is the sword in your hand and the courage in your heart.

Fortunately, these "ghost reef pirates" are just small miscellaneous items that are less than level forty, and they don't pose much of a threat to us who are about to reach level fifty. But the annoying thing is that these pirates are always roaming around in droves, and if one of them spots you, the others will swarm with you, and they will never stop pestering you to the end. Although Fo Xiao and I are not afraid of this level of group fighting, the bearded warrior monk who has just turned thirty-five is your father, but it is difficult for us to resist such a dense battle, and we have to be distracted to protect his safety, which makes our trip not easy at all.

Although I am your father's performance in battle can only be described as "clumsy", I have to admit that his choice to become a warrior monk was really a smart decision. The Warrior Monk's "Holy Light Reflection" aura is perfect for hand-to-hand combat like this when facing a rabble of a crowd, and it's definitely a great skill for winning more with less.

The swords of the Ghost Reef pirates slashed at my father's body, and they could only reduce his health by thirty or forty points each time, but their lives were reduced by seventy or eighty, and it didn't take much effort to kill them, which made the battle between me and Fo Xiao much easier. I even felt that I didn't need any fists at all, and with this powerful skill of reflecting damage, I was your dad who could take the risk of killing monsters slightly below his level.

However, it is a pity that the "Holy Light Reflection" can fire other people's attacks, but the damage taken by itself is not reduced at all. Despite our protection, I am your father who has been in near-death danger many times, and after changing jobs, he has lost the life-saving divine mana of his time as a priest, but fortunately we were well prepared and bought him a slow and large bag of life potions before leaving the city, which was able to barely save his life.

Fortunately, I remembered correctly, and there were quite a few pirates with gloves in East Chelde Harbour. I've always been a little puzzled by what they do: they are obviously not warrior monks who have passed the trial, and they never use special weapons such as fist gloves when fighting, but why do they usually carry a pair of big, ugly fist gloves around with them? It's as if they've been brought out to wait for some monk who has successfully changed his job to come and take them from his corpse - as we're doing right now.

It didn't take long for us to have a lot of gains, and we found a lot of things like "snake letter fist gloves" and "broken tooth fist blades". But it's a pity that these are all low-level equipment in the teens and twenties, and for me who is already thirty-five levels, it's a bit cheap. This also made me feel very annoyed: everyone knew that only priests above level 35 could be converted into warrior monks, and only warrior monks could use fist gloves, and it was a waste to have such a stupid person create so many fist gloves of such a low level.

In fact, after getting a level 26 "Mind Hammer" gloves, I am your dad and already feel satisfied. This turtle who had never seen the market had probably only used equipment of the same level as himself when he was at the first level, and now he had a weapon that was only less than ten levels lower than himself, and he was already thankful.

What really displeased was the Buddha's smile. In his opinion, we made a special trip here through mountains and rivers, and only ended up getting a low-grade 20-level piece of crude equipment for the junior brother of level 35, which was probably a shameless thing for him, a senior adventurer of nearly level 50. At his insistence, I Am Your Dad reluctantly threw the gloves aside and continued to follow us in despair, exploring the past farther away from the port of East Chelder, where the pirates were higher and more dangerous.

Finally, Buddha Xiao's persistence paid off. In the seaside palm grove where the walls of Port East Chelt were no longer visible, we routed the swarming twenty-seventh wave of pirates, and on the corpse of one of the pirate leaders, we turned out a thirty-fourth "pirate's iron anchor claw".

This pair of gloves can increase the wearer's attack power by 84 points, as well as increase defense by 30 points and 75 points of fighting energy. At the back of the fist gauntlet, three curved blades poked their heads out insidiously, emitting a faint cold light. In combat, these three hidden weapons may rip off the flesh of their opponents when they hit, with a 15% chance of tearing them - similar to the saber ripper I used before.

"Boss, I'm so lucky to follow you as a little brother!" You can fully imagine what a miserable child who has never worn a piece of clothing in his life will feel after getting such a weapon. I'm your dad holding the "pirate's iron claw" in both hands, and his expression is so eager to write the word "worship" on his face.

Having the weapon in hand, I am your father hurriedly said goodbye, and then quickly crossed the plane and left the continent of Falvi. Buddha laughed and I successfully held a large pile of low-level gloves, turned around and walked back to the port of East Cherde.

At the grocery store in East Cherder Port, we both threw all these useless gloves on the counter ready to be sold. There are a lot of people in the grocery store, all waiting in line for a deal. Buddha Xiao waited a little impatiently, boringly rummaging through the pile of gloves:

"This glove looks pretty cool...... he casually pulled out a pair of "sturdy hands" and put them on his hands, although this level 12 cowhide gloves are not of high level, but the sewing lines are very delicate, and the copper plates inlaid on it are also uniquely shaped, more like an ornament than a weapon - in fact, for swordsmen who can't use fist gloves, this beautiful "sturdy hand" is indeed an ornament with no practical effect.

"This one is also very dazzling...... "I also picked up a pair of "snake letter gloves" and put them on my hand. The surface of this pair of gloves has a chilling cold texture, and the whole body is breathtakingly black, only two colorful snake scale patterns are exposed on the sides of the wrists, giving people a sense of evil gorgeousness.

"This pair is not bad, both hands are different." He holds a "Balance Fighter" in his hand, with a slightly smaller and stiffer right fist and a slightly larger and softer left fist, which is perfect for junior monks who attack with their right hand and defend with their left hand, and the streamlined shape embodies a wonderfully balanced aesthetic of asymmetry.

"Hey, why did you throw your gear out...... "It was at this time that I noticed something called "Boxing Gloves" on the counter. It was shaped more like a pair of gloves as armor than a fist as a weapon: a plain look, a well-proportioned shape, and a stretched five fingers, so I mistakenly thought that Buddha Xiao had taken off the wrong piece of equipment.

"Nope." Buddha Xiao stretched out his hands, and his arm protector "Angry Middle Finger" was still on his hand.

I picked up the "boxing glove" and took a closer look at its introduction, and sure enough, it was still a pair of gloves, but its name and shape were so ordinary that it was easy to confuse.

Curious, I put it on my hand, and suddenly, a strange sensation flowed through my fingers. I felt as if something had changed in me, so I habitually looked at my attributes.

"Huh......" I exclaimed.

"Are these for sale?" By this time, we were already at the front of the line, and the grocery store proprietress asked us with a smile as she pointed to the pile of gloves.

"Yes......" As soon as Buddha smiled and spoke, he was rudely interrupted by me:

"No, we don't sell it!" With that, I grabbed all my gloves and ran out. The people in line behind us glared at us with annoyed eyes: "It's a waste of our precious time to come to the queue without selling anything." ”

I didn't have time to heed their denunciations, and walked straight out of the gates. Stopped in a deserted corner outside the city.

"Jeff, what are you doing here?" Buddha Xiao was very puzzled by my actions, grabbed my arm and asked loudly in annoyance.

"Shhhh......h

"Look at my attributes." I whispered to the Buddha with a smile.

The Buddha smiled and was stunned for a moment, and then immediately looked at my attributes. When I took off this "boxing glove", he couldn't help but let out an exclamation:

"Ah, ......"

Before I took off the "Boxing Gloves", my various attributes were: Attack 123+40, Defense 159+173, Agility 86+97, Health 4893, Fighting Spirit 2256; And after taking it off, my stats became 123, defense 159+150, agility 86+82, health unchanged, fighting spirit 2186, and attack speed slowed down by 8%.

The value of all stats is corresponded to the stat bonuses of the "Boxing Gloves".

What does this mean?

An irresistibly tantalizing answer is almost on the horizon.

I desperately suppressed the excitement in my heart, and my arm trembled as I picked up my long sword.

The moment I got my sword, I saw my attack power soar to 123+200.

My suspicion was confirmed!

I don't know what went wrong, but this fifteenth-level "boxing glove" was unlike anything we've ever seen. Even if you're not a warrior monk, wearing it on your hand will still have the effect of adding stat bonuses. Moreover, its effectiveness does not conflict with the rest of your weaponry.

Buddha laughed at once and threw himself on the pile of gloves like a hungry man, like a hungry man pounces on bread. He finally pulled out the same pair of "boxing gloves" from inside, and immediately put them on his palms impatiently. When "Boxing Gloves" completely slipped on his palm, he was stunned at first, and then roared excitedly.

This magical fist pair had the same effect on him.

Suddenly, he stopped his insolent catharsis, and his eyes stared straight at the pile of gloves scattered on the ground, and in his eyes, I saw a kind of urgent frenzy and discovery of **. I didn't need words, I immediately understood what he was thinking. In unison, we screamed in unison and lunged down again at the low-level gloves that were all over the ground.

A greedy voice flooded my brain: maybe there was a better ......

A few hours passed......

"This pair doesn't ......" I waved my hand, throwing a pair of gloves far away.

"This one doesn't ...... either," Buddha laughed and threw the gloves in his hand into the sea with disdain.

"No...... Well? Violent fist gloves, I think I tried it just now. "The gloves in my hand are very familiar.

"Did you just see that? I've tried that thing three times. Buddha shook his head listlessly......

In order to find high-level gloves that could improve attributes, the two of us walked through the mountains and rivers around the port of East Chelde, turned all the pirate camps we could find, collected enough gloves to open a museum of considerable size, and then tried them one by one, until our fingers were swollen, and we couldn't find a second pair of gloves that could improve our attributes.

"It seems that it is the only one...... "Buddha smiled at the "boxing gloves" on his hand, and said with some dissatisfaction, "...... It's just that the level is too low, and you can only add forty points of attack power. ”

This guy obviously didn't know that "contentment" was also a virtue, and after putting on the "boxing gloves", I had just seen him chop a pirate to the ground with only two faces, and the lethality was significantly improved compared to the original.

"Don't get cheap and sell well, with these forty attack points, even a level 50 weapon may not be stronger than your current ......" As his obviously more open-minded and wiser friend, I earnestly warned him that he can't be greedy for life:

“…… Of course, it would be nice if the defense could be higher......"