I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 26 Magic Missile
Thinking of this, DuPont relaxed. The loss of adrenaline made him feel weak, and the pain in his arm became increasingly tormenting, prompting him to head to the butcher's place to see if there were any healing potions or bandages.

The butcher previously said that we could use whatever we wanted, and although he wasn't that outgoing, now it's really impossible not to use it.

The room contained a jumble of random things, as well as some herbal products. After browsing through them with the system, I selected two useful items.

[Ointment Essence]

Note: This herbal ointment, made primarily from myrrh, has hemostatic, anti-inflammatory, and wound-healing properties.

【bandage】

Note: A clean bandage, applied correctly, can quickly stop bleeding.

Using a small spoon, DuPont scooped out some ointment and inhaled repeatedly as he applied it.

The system proved that the ointment was not fake, but it really hurt when I applied it.

After grimacing as he applied the ointment, the wound gradually became cool and the bleeding stopped, which greatly relieved DuPont's stress. He was finally relieved of his worries about the wound worsening.

Using both his mouth and hands, he wrapped the bandage twice around his left arm. Looking at his mummy-like left arm, DuPont felt utterly exhausted. He pulled over the thin wool blanket, lay down on the wooden bed covered with animal hides, and quickly fell asleep.

However, what he didn't notice was that below the prompt to gain 100 experience points, there were two more prompts.

You have gained some insights into the use of short spears and daggers.

[You have gained some insights into the special ability: Berserk]
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The pine scent of the wooden house hadn't yet dissipated, mingling with the fresh fragrance of newly sprouted grass outside the window, seeping out from the cracks in the floorboards. Sunlight filtered through the warp and weft of the linen curtains, casting warm, grid-like patterns on the coarse wool blanket, which, as the shadows of the trees swayed, resembled swimming golden carp.

DuPont groggily opened his eyes, sighed as he looked at the somewhat unfamiliar ceiling, raised his arm to scan the surroundings, and struggled to sit up.

Although Man Shi's home was simple, the things he used were obviously quite valuable, much better than the junk in his dormitory. Even the goose feather pillow was obviously newly made and was exceptionally soft to use.

Looking at his tattered robe and his faded linen shirt, Dupont thought that when he passed through that village on his way back, he would see if there were any new clothes available, and if the price was right, he would get a new outfit to save himself from using these rags.

DuPont used magic to refresh his body, but he still felt a little dizzy. He washed his face and touched his forehead. It wasn't burning hot, but it was still a little too hot.

He seems to have a slight fever, but his body isn't showing any other symptoms, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

The wound on my left arm has become much clearer, and I can move around normally without much trouble, but it still feels burning painful when I exert myself.

Oh no, could I have really gotten infected?
Fortunately, the most dangerous thing did not happen. No new abnormal status appeared on the system's default panel. It was just that blood loss and excessive tension had caused his mind and body to fall into a state of exhaustion, and his constitution, which had just recovered to -2, became -3 again.

This annoyed DuPont somewhat, as his health had never been good since he transmigrated. However, looking at the 100 experience points he had just received, DuPont couldn't help but laugh.

With a score of 556/2000, he was one step closer to advancing.

Murder and arson bring wealth and honor. The benefits he gains from hunting a strong gray wolf are already greater than what he would gain from a day at school. If he learns magic missiles and can strike first, he can easily take on two wolves at once. As long as he has enough prey, he can advance in just a few days.

This isn't because DuPont is bored and starting to fantasize; it's a very likely possibility.

Although he had a very difficult time dealing with a gray wolf, it was because the magic he had learned was not very convenient for combat.

Reality isn't a game. An arcane missile hitting the fur of this beast will severely injure it, even if it doesn't kill it, unlike in a game where it can run and jump even with only a sliver of health left and relentlessly charge at you. Of course, if it can pose such a threat, then beasts or other people can target it in the same way. It seems I need to learn a shield spell in addition to magic missiles, so I can withstand more damage in melee combat.

It can be said that the tabletop game of tabletop RPG has become a kind of soul game.

Without hesitation, DuPont took out a scroll of magic missiles and his spellbook from his pouch and began copying them down.

As a level 2 mage, copying first-level spells into his spellbook is not difficult for him. Normal apprentices only need to activate the spell models in the spell record. After memorizing all the spell models, it is just hard work. Once they can master the spell models and combine them quickly, they can be considered to have learned the spell.

However, normally this would take quite a while. Spellcasting practice is related to casting spells, and as a level 2 mage, he only has 3 level 1 spell slots, so there are very few he can practice.

If you're not familiar with spells and still have to go to the battlefield, you might end up having to spell while looking at a spellbook. Not only would the scene be comical, but you might also get distracted and fail to notice a hidden enemy, only to be killed by a flying arrow.

There's no way around it; if a mage loses their spell slots, they're pretty much the same as an ordinary person. Right now, he's basically just a physically strong ordinary person, and if he faces a dangerous enemy, he can only run away.

Besides, there's another problem with learning spells using spell scrolls. It's practically impossible to memorize all the spell models with just one scroll. Without a mentor to teach you some tricks about casting and forming magic circuits, the learning speed will naturally be much slower. You'll end up wasting a lot of money and burning more scrolls. Otherwise, if you force yourself to cast spells with only a superficial understanding, there will be big problems.

If a spell is ineffective, that's one thing; at most, it's just a wasted spell slot. But if a spell circuit is messed up and short-circuited, it's not impossible for it to explode and kill the caster.

Fortunately, DuPont's system, which only lends money and collects interest, also has a magical training ground where he can cast spells at will without worrying about spell slots. Now that he doesn't want to copy scrolls and has nothing else to do, it's perfect to try this kind of thing.

DuPont opened a magic missile scroll and carefully channeled a wisp of mental energy into it. The incantation "Missilia Magica" slowly lit up, and the spell model hidden within the incantation began to flicker. The parchment began to burn slowly.

DuPont frowned and quickly copied with his quill pen, but even with his extra care, he only managed to copy half of it before the parchment turned to ashes.

Four gold coins just vanished like that.

Just then, three pale blue spheres flew out like shooting stars. They followed DuPont's finger toward the big tree in the courtyard, but just as they were about to collide, DuPont had a thought, and arcane missiles flew into the sky, eventually disappearing when the arcane energy was exhausted.

Although he had only copied half of it, DuPont had already had the system record all the arcane models for him, so he didn't have to worry about wasting another scroll. However, looking at the sky, he vaguely felt something was wrong.

At first, he just wanted to prevent the arcane missiles from making big holes in the trees, so that Wildstone wouldn't think he was cheating when he came back, but he was still a little surprised that it actually worked.

Magic missiles are guaranteed to hit, flying so fast they're almost instantaneous, striking enemies directly within sight and causing special force field damage.

However, with proper precautions, a single first-level spell shield can neutralize the magical missile, or one can use cover to prevent the caster from seeing them and thus avoid being hit by the missile.

But I did manage to change the direction of the Arcane Missiles just now. Does this mean that the principle behind the missiles is more about how fast they fly to ensure a hit, rather than the rule of a guaranteed hit?

DuPont pondered for a while but felt something was missing. After thinking about it for a while but still couldn't figure it out, he had no choice but to write the idea down in his spellbook and look at the system's previous records with peace of mind.

He's just an apprentice now, so thinking about all that nonsense is pointless. The most important thing is to master it and be able to use it skillfully as soon as possible.

However, just as DuPont was practicing meditation diligently and had found his rhythm, he heard someone cursing and swearing outside.

Man Shi is back.

(End of this chapter)