Don't look at Chen Zhou who lost in the night battle, and came to his round during the day the next day.

The good routine he has cultivated for more than a month is very strong, so that he is still full of energy even after only sleeping for more than two hours at night.

Jerry was obviously not so easy - especially when Chen Zhou pulled it up after a long night of running for morning exercise.

"Oh come on, I'm a hamster, super cute hamster! If you don't spoil me, forget it, you still want me to exercise in the morning!?"

"No, let me go, I'm going back to beauty sleep!"

The increase in intelligence to (9) is still fruitful, at least the hamster who could speak lingua franca no longer stumbles.

But Chen Zhou, who had barely slept all night, decisively rejected the other party's proposal to sleep for beauty sleep.

There is a mental connection between the pet and the caster, and if the former dies, the latter will also take a little damage (but not much).

Even for his own sake, it is necessary to train this hamster to a certain degree of combat, otherwise it may become a targeted weakness in the future.

"That's why normal spellcasters will choose to hide their pets in an unsafe environment!"

Jerry protested, "Why do you think the casters tend to favor small size in their choice of pets, it's not because the target is small and easy to hide, and the enemy can't see it when you put it in your pocket."

"Besides, you can use your magic pet pocket to put me in your pocket, can't you?"

Chen Zhou couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he heard this, this hamster even knew the "secret method pocket" that spellcasters often used to hold ultra-small magic pets?

The rat is very complacent about this, although it is just a space hamster, but its knowledge of mystery, arcane and identifying spells is definitely stronger than its master.

Not only that, but it even knows more about warlocks than warlocks!

"I don't know, where did you learn that?" Chen Zhou became more and more puzzled, it was impossible to order a variant, he was really knowledgeable.

"This knowledge is in your bloodline, and most warlocks will have some ancestral knowledge through intuition or dreams, but you haven't learned how to draw what you need from it."

Broken!

Chen Zhou found that his hamster seemed to know more than himself!

Doesn't that mean you have a personal occult advisor?

However, there are great limitations for a warlock who draws knowledge from bloodlines or the origins of magic, and old knowledge may not be suitable for the current environment, and it is difficult to understand new things, or even necessarily correct.

So don't look at Jerry's sworn appearance, he really can't accept everything he says.

But at least it is relatively reliable to teach him some of the most urgently needed basic knowledge.

Thinking of this, Chen Zhou couldn't help but feel relieved that he had made the right choice last night.

What kind of intelligence (9) is this, this is simply a phoenix!

A certain warlock with an intelligence as high as 11 but whose mystical knowledge is not as good as Xiaobai's decision was not as shameful as Xiaobai decided to ask: "Then do you know how warlocks become stronger?" ”

"The best way for you is to fight."

Jerry gave an incredible answer.

But the reality is not a game, and there is no experience point in fighting monsters, so how can a profession like a warlock, which is weakly related to combat, become stronger through combat?

The advancement of a warlock is the accumulation of magic power, the transformation of the spirit, and the in-depth exploration of the origin of magic, which has little to do with combat.

"Warlocks are also divided into types, your bloodline comes from the people of the Northlands, and the origin of the magic is also the aurora they believe in. Chaos and strife are imprinted with the Frostfall Soul, and fierce battles are the best way to capture the power of the bloodline."

Is that really the case?

Chen Zhou recalled carefully.

He had risen one level after killing a pirate by mistake, and the maximum amount of mana he had increased on the night of the Fishman seven days ago was more than he had practiced in the previous two months.

According to old Setan's explanation, this is due to his own mental stimulation.

But according to Jerry's way of understanding, it is the battle that makes him stronger.

Maybe there is nothing wrong with either way of thinking, but the angle is different.

"So the fight is far more important to you than to me, can I go back to the cage and sleep now?"

"Of course...... No, it's time for us to go far away. ”

Completely ignoring the strong protest of the hamster who had tossed him for the night, Chen Zhou stuffed it into the pocket of a magical pet made of wild arcane, packed his bags and headed for the Seagull Pavilion.

It's been a whole day of preparation, and it's time for him to go......

……

The first stop on the trip was White Eagle Harbor, a port directly north of Blossom Harbor, a military port under Baron Adolf.

In order to avoid encountering accidents on the road alone, Chen Zhou obtained an adventurer's certificate under the arrangement of President Langton and took over the task of escorting the mole caravan north.

And it wasn't until he actually became an adventurer that Chen Zhou realized that it was much more difficult to make money in this profession than he imagined.

As a Tiger warrior with unquestionable (seeming) combat strength, his salary is as high as 2 silver coins per day.

Fifteen silver coins are 1 gold coin, in other words, it takes 7 and a half days to escort the caravan to earn this amount of money, and it is only 4 gold coins a month of consistent work.

And he used to work for two minutes a day with spell casting ability, and he had 10 gold coins a month, which is equivalent to a daily salary of 5 silver coins, and it was an easy mess.

"Either the caster is noble, and he can make money lying down."

There were a total of 9 guards except Chen Zhou, all of whom were recruited from the adventurers and mercenary guilds, and there was not even a single spellcaster.

Judging from their equipment, he was actually quite skeptical that this group of people together would be able to defeat him, a little white who had only practiced with the dwarven war herd for a while.

A closer look reveals that only six of the mercenaries are wearing armor, and those wearing armor are wearing nothing more than cloth armor with very weak defense.

After all, Carlos's armor is relatively strictly controlled, civilians are forbidden to have iron armor, and leather armor is also limited in style and defensive ability, once violated, it is basically a hanging.

The nobles are more relaxed, but the amount of armor they can possess is similarly limited.

If it is a metaphor for a description that even Chen Zhou can understand......

A set of full-body armor for the aristocracy is equivalent to a top-level luxury car worth millions, and a set of armor must be passed on to at least four or five generations.

Carlos civilians are allowed to possess less than 100,000 leather armor, which is a relatively ordinary economic car.

If the cloth armor is not more than a thousand bicycles, there are even three legs in this group of mercenaries.

Mercenaries and adventurers are another profession that spends most of their money on equipment, and they can't even afford to wear armor, so their strength can be imagined.

And the weapons of this group of peers are also a bit casual, and the weapon in the hand of one person is nothing more than a spear......

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