Our Dharma Masters are like this.

Chapter 66 The Artistic Killer

Most importantly, charisma is strongly correlated with intelligence.

According to the panel description, Strength and Constitution are weakly correlated; 6 points of Strength increase Constitution by 1 point.

Agility is linked to Strength; 4 points of Agility will increase Strength by 1 point.

Constitution and strength are also linked; 4 points of constitution increase strength by 1 point.

The ratios of increase for relevant binding and weakly relevant binding are 4:1 and 6:1, respectively.

However, intelligence and charm are strongly correlated, and the ratio of increase is still 4:1.

This should take into account that Charm is an advanced attribute, and each increase requires two points, so its weight is higher than that of the basic attribute, which is why this situation occurs.

Hopefully, this intelligence boost will allow me to reach the threshold of becoming a lower-level mage... Zellier quietly clenched his fist.

"cool!"

Seeing the monstrous body disintegrate and scattered bone fragments fall, Gray whistled loudly.

"I now feel that if we encounter the juvenile Mist Demon again, we can easily defeat it."

Marcus nodded in agreement.

He habitually felt a surge of blood, then sheathed his sword, even though there was no blood on it.

Looking across the entire Blackrock Town Adventurers' Guild branch, how many teams can boast such firepower?
One is a mid-level ranger who has mastered battle aura, and the other is a magic apprentice with astonishing destructive power, who can use arcane missiles and fire breath spells.

This combination is basically capable of sweeping through monsters rated "Hard".

Like goblins, skeletons also don't produce much loot—they are originally mutated skeletons.

The guild's mission counting tokens are skeleton soldiers' skulls, but because the battle was so intense just now, many skulls were blasted into pieces, making them quite difficult to find.

Gray squatted down and poked at the ground with a twig for a long time, eventually frowning.

"We're not going to have to piece the skull fragments back together one by one, are we? That would be too much trouble."

"That's not necessary."

Vales rummaged through a pile of bone fragments. "Just look for the jawbone; the association recognizes that too."

The remains of skeletons that have mutated into skeletons usually turn black after they die, just like large patches of mold growing on the surface of bones, making them easy to distinguish.

The skeletal remains of the wrecked remains are even more obvious; the entire bone is as black as charcoal.

“It feels weird to use someone’s remains to claim a reward…” Zelier muttered.

The four began collecting fragments like archaeologists.

Zellir used his rapier to pry open a ribcage that had been blown to pieces and found the skeleton soldier's jawbone.

Suddenly, a different color caught his attention.

It was a bright, deep red, buried beneath several broken pieces of pelvic bone, with only a tiny trace visible beneath.

If Zellier hadn't happened to be looking from this angle, he might have missed it.

Zelil curiously brushed away the pile of bone fragments.

A strange, blooming flower has reappeared in the world.

Zellier's eyes flickered slightly.

This flower is not big, only about half the size of a palm.

Its overall color is an almost sickly crimson, like blood that has just flowed from a blood vessel. The texture of its six petals is smooth like gel, and it shimmers with a faint scarlet halo under the moonlight.

Zellier reached out and gently touched the petals. The surface of the petals was very smooth, and although there was no floral fragrance, there was a faint fishy smell lingering around them.

A strong thought popped into Zellier's mind—this thing is definitely not simple.

He used a shovel to dig up the flower by the roots, keeping the soil on the roots intact, and then carefully put it into a cloth bag.

You should ask your advisor, Manlin, to take a closer look at it later.

"Come here for a second, something seems off here!" Gray's shout suddenly came from the other side of the cemetery. The group stopped what they were doing and walked towards Gray.

"What's wrong?" Marcus asked.

However, he realized something was wrong as soon as he said it.

Smell.

A putrid stench filled the air, seeping into my nostrils, the pungent smell hitting me right in the head.

Zellier couldn't help but frown and cover his mouth and nose with his clothes.

Vales also complained, "What a smell...it's more disgusting than a latrine."

Marcus frowned, his gaze fixed on the source of the smell—a pile of gravestones and rubble overturned by the aftershocks of the battle.

Despite the stench, Gray went up and kicked aside the rubble, revealing a patch of soft, black soil that had clearly been disturbed recently.

That stench was coming from beneath the black soil.

The drifting dark clouds obscured some of the moonlight, making the already gloomy cemetery even more eerie.

Zellir raised his hand and cast a light spell.

A bright, soft sphere of light slowly rose into the air, illuminating the area.

The group exchanged glances and nodded.

Although they already had a vague idea of ​​what was beneath the black soil, they still wanted to see what it was.
Gray used the scabbard to dig a few times in the soft black soil, only managing to clear away some loose dirt before the scabbard touched something soft.

a corpse.

……

After they worked together to roughly clean away the black soil covering the corpse, the four of them were finally able to see the full appearance of the body.

The scene before me was very strange.

It was the body of an adult male, completely naked, curled up in the pit.

Except for his head, his body was in a state of extreme decay, with his skin a horrifying bluish-black color and white maggots wriggling among the rotting flesh.

That's not the scariest part; the scariest part is the man's head.

His head was completely devoid of flesh and blood; the pale skull was fully exposed, having been cleaned up.

Even more bizarrely, the smooth surface of the skull was covered with dense patterns.

Is it text or a picture?

No one can tell.

"I thought it was just a regular mission..."

Wallace muttered to himself, "How did I get involved in a murder case?"

“This isn’t a simple murder case, is it? What normal person would go to such lengths to clean the flesh off someone’s head after killing them?” Gray said.

“No normal person would kill someone, would they?” Zellier said.

"Assassins are divided into normal assassins and abnormal assassins. This one is clearly an abnormal assassin, and quite artistic at that," Gray argued confidently.

"What do we do?" Vales asked Marcus.

Marcus was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"This is not our business. We should just collect the counting vouchers and mention it to the Adventurers' Guild when we hand in the mission. The rest is their problem."

“That’s true…” Vales nodded, agreeing with this prudent approach.

Zellier stared at the corpse for a while, a thought lingering in his mind.

“I have a feeling… this skeleton soldier uprising is related to this murder case. Maybe the mastermind is watching us from somewhere…”

(End of this chapter)