Wayne looked at the lower panel, and below the Companion Contract, above the skill bar, there was an extra column - Specialization.

There is only one specialty above [Ballistics Control], which states that it has the ability to modify or control the ballistic path of a firearm. ”

In addition to his expertise, he also received quite a few basic rewards.

Spirit level is 55, resilience level is 43, and survival points are 134 points remaining.

Do you want to upgrade other abilities?

Wayne looked at the panel, thought about it, and decided to keep it for now.

After the meditation method is improved, there should be another Origin Descendant, but now he doesn't have much energy and gold pounds to learn the knowledge of the third spell system.

As for other skills, there is no need to improve them for the time being, and the survival points that you want to improve are not enough.

The Mechanical Crate (Reaper) and Spearmanship, one requires 500 survival points, and the other requires more, 1000 survival points.

You can only wait for new abilities to be obtained later, or you can add points to improve them as needed......

Wayne turned off the panel, touched his hungry stomach, and hurried out of the studio, returning to the attic bedroom to eat a full pound of black bread.

"If you continue to improve like this, I am afraid that the amount of food will be bigger and bigger in the future......"

The strength has become stronger, and Wayne is very happy, but the money is not enough.

Especially during the lunch meal in the past two days, when Lacey and Marco checked out, they both looked at his stomach with strange faces.

Vaguely, he also heard words such as "I didn't see my stomach swell, I can eat so much".

Wayne glanced at Miss Zombie who was squatting in the corner and looking out the window, and thought enviously: If only she didn't have to eat......

Undead transformation?

I've read it in the apprentice's handbook before, and there are many undead wizards in the school who have transformed themselves into undead creatures......

Maybe they chose this way because they didn't have the money to eat.

Wayne sighed, "Hey, we still have to make money." ”

Then open the pocket watch toolbox, take out the "typewriter" necessary for the intelligence officer, and start today's intelligence transmission.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat......

"On August 12, 1578 in the new calendar, the weather was fine."

"Honorable Liaison Officer, this morning the 'Thousand Faces' Claire of the Eternal Society appeared in the core area of the city-state and killed ......."

"Later, the city-state guards, the Secret Division, and the clerics of the Church of the Dawn joined forces to defeat and drive Claire away......"

"Due to the distance, the reason for Claire's attack on these civilians has not been obtained......"

"—Caster Intelligence Officer Wayne Lovet."

Although Wayne was reluctant to cooperate with the Liaison Officer's mission, the only major event that could be reported today was the fact that Claire appeared in the Dumitru neighborhood and attacked and killed several civilians.

As the information passed, it still didn't make him wait long.

Soon, the blue and white boxes sounded with a clanging sound.

Wayne took out the money and counted it, "That's all??" ”

He thought that such information would have to give him at least 1 gold pound to 2 gold pounds as a reward, but he didn't expect it to be only 15 shillings......

I don't know how the liaison officer judges the value of the information?

Wayne calculated that he now had a little more than 1 gold pound left, which could only support his daily expenses.

In addition, he also needs to buy knowledge of spells, materials and tools for crafting potions and mechanical golems, and owes Marco 2 gold pounds......

"Poor."

Or is it 'poor' with a capital letter......

It seems that even if he sells those potions, it won't change his lack of money in a short period of time.

Thinking of this, Wayne depressedly packed up his toolbox and lay back on the bed to rest.

He didn't sleep the night before, and he also felt a little tired, not physically, but mentally, he no longer had the excitement brought by the improvement of strength.

In addition, he has obtained so much knowledge related to marksmanship, which also makes him feel a little heavy.

It was as if a foreign object had been pressed in his soul, and there was an extremely awkward feeling.

It wasn't long before he fell into a deep sleep.

"Recy."

"Apu."

After he fell asleep, the ghost and the driver glanced at each other and quietly amplified the volume, which was regarded as a relief from being unable to speak for a long time.

The zombie lady in the corner, as if she didn't see them, still quietly stared out the window, like a noble lady with good cultivation......

[Congratulations, spend the day safely.] Evaluation: Fate will always favor those who are diligent and hardworking, and congratulate you on growing into a strong weak chicken. Reward: +3 Survival Points. 】

……

……

The next day, it wasn't until the sun rose and the Krems Cathedral bells rang for the fourth time that Wayne woke up from his slumber.

"Good morning, ghost, driver, and Miss Sava."

The ghost and the driver said in unison, "Good morning, Baba." ”

"Good morning, Mr. Wizard." Sava looked at Wayne and stiffened in an extremely strange aristocratic salute.

Wayne looked at her movements with a strange face, feeling that Miss Zombie's body really couldn't bear the complexity of the aristocratic ceremony.

If her stiff head had turned a few more degrees, she would have been able to see her back.

After thinking for a moment, Wayne still dismissed the plan to persuade her not to make such a move in the future.

They are already undead creatures, so I don't think I will kill myself because of a few actions......

"It's almost ten o'clock?"

Wayne looked at the clock, quickly got up to wash and change clothes, and simply dealt with a few mouthfuls of breakfast, "Shawa, I have to trouble you to take care of the house today." ”

After saying that, without waiting for Miss Zombie to reply, he walked out with the box.

“…… Good. ”

Sava stared at the room with white eyes.

After a long time, she took a few stiff steps, found a broom, and cleaned up the room......

"Good morning, Uncle Euan,"

Wayne locked the door, just in time to see Euan send an old man with gray hair out of the door, and he said hello and was about to leave.

"Wait, Wayne."

"Huh?"

Euan waved his hand and motioned for him to wait for a moment, before looking at the old man and saying apologetically, "Thank you for coming, I fully respect Carly's choice." ”

"You're welcome, that's what I'm supposed to do as Teacher Carly."

The old man had a kind face and was wearing a white robe, looking like an ordinary believer in the Church of the Dawn.

"Mr. Youan, I still have something to deal with there, so I'll go first."

After saying this, he nodded to Wayne before turning around and walking in the direction of the core area.

After he left, Wayne asked suspiciously, "What's wrong, Uncle Euan?" Who was that just now? ”

Carly's teacher? Is that the bishop?

"Shhhhh

Euan raised his index finger and cautiously leaned closer, "Andrews Herzog, the bishop of the Church of Dawn in Caster, is a big man. ”

Really.

Wayne's heart sank, it was indeed a big man.

"What is he here for?"

"That's what I want to tell you,"

Euan sighed and said, "Since you already know Carly's identity, I won't hide it from you, that lord wants to arrange for Carly to study in the Secret Investigation Division for a while. ”

"Huh? Well? Sister Carly is coming to the Secret Division? ”