Half-elf Notebook

It is not possible to store anything else in the box.

Specialization seems to be a consensus among people.

The more valuable the items are, the more detailed the classification should be.

There is no doubt that these are also magic scrolls.

Usually, it is seen as a symbol of exoticism and a kind of luxury by most civilians.

Magic scrolls are rarely wasted.

After all, even a first-level scroll, magic similar to a trick, requires at least one silver coin.

However, this is a common situation when looting the remaining supplies in the fortress.

Also known as "deterioration".

Of course, this was the name that Rick heard from Shuxi.

Unfortunately, even after studying at the Kingdom's First Army Academy for five years and graduating with honors as a reserve officer.

In terms of knowledge, the high-spirited young swordsman at that time, if not achieved some success, at least he had completed his intellectual enlightenment.

As for "deterioration", it is generally divided by the rank of the magician. The lower the rank, the faster the magic product loses its magical effect.

For example, the sixth and seventh level magic drawn by wizards is carried on Warcraft leather, and the "deterioration" time is as long as fifteen to twenty-five years.

It takes only three to ten years for a high-level magician to reach the fourth or fifth level.

A first-level magic scroll could not even last a year in many cases.

Rick turned around, stood up and moved to the long table.

So far, the harvest has been worthy of his joy.

Although a small number of people were lost, they were only at the bottom of the list.

In addition, there are more than eighty sixth-level and seventh-level magic scrolls.

Regardless of the category, a single piece is worth at least one hundred gold coins!

If sold on the black market, these alone could bring Rick more than eight thousand gold coins.

If seventh-level scrolls account for 30%, more than 15,000 gold coins will not be a problem.

It was no worse than the hunting commissions for which he risked his life.

Unfortunately, the scroll is already more than halfway through its useful life. Rick is not a businessman and does not like to make profits through fraud, so the price will probably be discounted by 20%.

There was a slight metallic friction sound.

Rick put one hand on a wooden box that contained weapons such as long swords, and used the thumb of his other hand to push open the metal pick that was stuck in the box.

Exquisite and gorgeous, this was Rick's first impression of what he saw.

It was a gun covered with mysterious runes.

A fine carving of a soft red and black snake was vividly wrapped around the silver-white spear.

He spat out the scarlet snake core, with the snake head located above the barrel, parallel to the direction of the muzzle, staring at the prey above the shooting range.

Compared with the matchlock rifles currently in service in the army and the flintlock rifles that just emerged a few decades ago, they seem to be products of a different era.

There is no push rod for pushing the gunpowder, and no external ignition structure for igniting the primer.

There were only magic crystals embedded in the gaps between the fine snake carvings and the snake heads.

There is also a raised part with a mechanical aesthetic at the connection between the barrel and the buttstock.

Like a thick metal dial.

Rick took out the slender gun and played with it from side to side.

Then, he pressed the metal dial.

A structure resembling a plant called "lotus root" appeared before his eyes under the glow of the fire.

The six hollow holes, if I am not mistaken, should be the places for loading projectiles.

The dial is rotatable, and the material feels surprisingly strong.

He can knead steel bars until they are deformed, and he can't break them without taking a break.

And when his finger was on the trigger.

The many narrow and shallow grooves across the gun body suddenly lit up, and the magic power was so overflowing that Rick, who was close at hand, felt a tingling sensation on his skin after he turned on his perception.

The only magical weapon in the underground space that is equivalent to the silver level.

Even more exaggerated.

It does not require any strength or skill from the user, nor does it affect the user himself.

To take it to the extreme, even a mortal with no rank could kill an adventurer of the initial silver rank by pulling the trigger and shooting from 1,500 meters away.

Pushing back the magazine, Rick put the gun and the remaining three small boxes into his ring.

Those were undoubtedly special supply bullets.

Even if it's not, it's still convenient.

The ring's light flickered again, and the weapon on the rack disappeared immediately.

They are just one level below the magic guns.

Even in a silver-level battle, it is enough to play a crucial role.

This type of weapon is also present in Rick's collection.

Finally, Rick opened the only two remaining boxes.

The real purpose of this trip.

Knowing that the other room had been cleaned out, he didn't have much hope at first.

But now, Rick feels that his luck seems to be pretty good.

In each of the two small boxes lay two unshaped magic crystals, each the size of an adult's palm.

Five scrolls decorated with gold edges, more exquisite than the magic scrolls in the steel box.

"Two sixth-level magic crystals and five eighth-level magic scrolls, plus the seventh-level magic crystal left over from last time, the main materials for preparing the gift are now complete."

"I didn't expect there would be so much unexpected income. It seems that I can save a lot of money in forging funds. Now it's time to withdraw."

As Rick put away the last of his items, the underground storage room became just like the countless rooms in the core area.

Only worthless chests and wooden utensils remained.

With a pinch of the void, the light behind the glass went out immediately.

Rick put away the lamp which was still warm, and walked towards the stone steps he came from.

In fact, after changing the scroll, he no longer needs the light.

People who are used to the light will always find it difficult to adapt to the pitch-dark space.

Lake himself is no exception.

Once you get up the stairs, everything becomes just as dangerous as before.

For a little light, one gives up privacy, and uses one movable hand to hold a lantern that is no different from a burden.

He really didn't dare.

This is no different from tying your hands in front of a group of orcs.

"It should be almost here."

Rick talked to himself.

His body sank slightly, and he adjusted his muscles and fighting breath to be in a state where he could explode to the peak at any time.

Almost ten minutes had passed since he hid the body.

Rick was not naive enough to believe that the orcs of the leader would be like the restrained big boys dating the ladies.

Looking at the pocket watch he had just bought, he began to look for his prey who had sneaked into his territory on time.

The stone stairs are not long and a normal adult can walk up them in one or two minutes.

But it was clearly a distance that could be reached in two leaps, but Rick walked extremely slowly, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he walked step by step.

Like a gray wolf cautiously approaching its prey.

However, just when he walked up one-third of the stairs, the sense of war made him stop in his tracks.

"We're here."

Rick whispered cryptically.