I am the Enchantress!

Wilder stared at the three options on the screen, lost in thought.

The first option is very appealing.

Crossbow expert.

He had already planned to learn archery from Lyle; if he chose that specialty, he wouldn't need to practice at all.

However, on the other hand, since you can get personal guidance from a half-elf ranger for free, choosing this option seems a bit of a waste.

At most, it just means it's less affected by hurricanes.

What exactly is that thing?

The second option, attribute enhancement, seems to be a permanent option, nothing special.

Unless the other two options are really bad, Wilder is unlikely to choose it.

Next is the third one.

linguist.

Shouldn't this thing increase intelligence?

How could it be Charm +1?

But thinking about it carefully, it makes sense; being proficient in various languages ​​is indeed quite appealing.

Which diplomat-like role isn't dashing and heroic?

Wilder also noticed that the third option for each specialty was unique.

It has nothing to do with combat power, but it can often unexpectedly change the situation at critical moments.

I don't know if the "various races" mentioned in the description include monsters.

If it includes...

With the help of actors, wouldn't they be able to outwit even monsters?

This is it.

Wilder's mind flickered towards the last option.

[Unlock: Linguist]

Get it done.

He blinked, and the light screen gradually faded away.

He then spent another hour recharging [Burning Hand] into the oak staff.

In a world where there was almost no entertainment other than drinking ale, he gradually developed the habit of going to bed early and waking up early.

Lying on the wooden bed he was used to, he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

……

"Is it asleep? Why isn't it snoring?"

"I don't know either! It was just here!"

"How about we turn back? We can come back tomorrow night..."

"No way! We're out of food at home. Do you want the children to starve to death?"

"Have so many kids! All you ever do is have kids! How are you going to raise them all?!"

"You blame me? I don't even know who was bewitched and pounced on me like that!"

"Alright, alright, I think I hear snoring again."

"I heard it too."

"action!"

"..."

Wilder lay flat on the bed with his eyes closed, occasionally emitting soft snores.

But fine beads of sweat had already seeped from his forehead.

Thanks to his habit of getting up once every night, he heard the conversation in the dark very clearly.

Hey!

What kind of security does the Maju Hotel have? How could a thief sneak into the second floor?

Judging from the conversation just now, there should be two people on the other end, a married couple.

The reason for the theft was...

Are you out of food at home?

Wilder breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Even the worst adventurer wouldn't steal for a few bites of food; the other party is most likely an ordinary person.

However, he decided to be cautious.

Mages have high attack power but low health; if the opponent is muscular or wielding a weapon, they are likely to be defeated unexpectedly.

In the darkness, Wilder's right hand had already reached for the staff beside the bed.

In such a small space as a guest room, a burning hand is enough to cover two people.

Meanwhile, the conversation between the two intruders continued.

"Have you found anything to eat?"

"No, I just said I wanted to go to the kitchen downstairs; there's plenty of food there!"

"You think I don't know? There are plenty of traps there! Some of the food has even been poisoned!"

"That's better than starving to death..."

"Wait! I found gold coins!"

"Good stuff, but it's hard to redeem..."

Wilder became more and more confused as he listened.

Is there a trap in the kitchen?

Is there poison in the food?

Is it difficult to exchange gold coins?

What a mess.

But none of that matters anymore; his wallet is about to be taken away, and it contains all his possessions!

Wilder decided to take the initiative.

He suddenly leaped up, gripped his staff in his right hand, and slightly channeled his magic power. The ruby ​​on the staff tip suddenly lit up, and in the next second he could unleash the Burning Hand.

A bright red light instantly illuminated the entire room.

Wilder looked around.

?

There wasn't a single person there.

strangeness.

His gaze fell on the wooden table, where the money bag was still quietly sitting.

Why is nobody here?

Just then, the sound of a conversation came from the desktop.

"He...he...how did he wake up?!"

"Should we run, or what? It looks like they've spotted us!"

Wilder frowned.

Who is speaking?

He leaned forward and looked more closely at the tabletop—

Suddenly stunned.

Two sullen mice were huddled on the table, huddled behind the money bag.

"He's watching us!"

"Wife, you go first! I'll hold him off!"

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I...will take good care of our baby!"

Wilder blinked, thinking he was dreaming.

But the sound clearly came from the mouth of a rat.

The person who just spoke...

It's always been these two mice?

"Run! If we all perish outside, what will happen to the kids at home?!"

"Okay...you must come back!"

Wilder was now certain that it was these two mice who were speaking.

At the same time, he discovered something even stranger.

The two mice weren't speaking human language, but rather making sounds similar to "squeak squeak squeak," yet he understood them perfectly.

Moreover, because he was so familiar with the language, he almost completely ignored the differences between the languages.

Just like when I first learned English in my past life, I had to translate "apple" into "苹果" (píngguǒ) first, and then convert "苹果" into the fruit in my memory.

However, once English reaches a native-speaker level, this translation process is skipped.

I fucking...

Have you learned mouse language?

Is this the capability of a linguist?

While Wilde was stunned, one of the thinner rats suddenly darted away, leaving only the slightly stronger male rat, who was still cautiously watching him.

Wilder spoke softly.

"Squeak squeak squeak (Go away)."

The mouse was stunned for a moment, finding it hard to believe that this human could actually speak his own language.

He... let himself leave?

"Squeak. (Thank you)"

After saying that, it jumped off the wooden table and disappeared into the dark corner of the room.

Wilder stood there, touched his lips, and smiled incredulously.

This expertise.

That's ridiculously strong.

……

The next few days were so uneventful that Wilde almost forgot he was an adventurer.

Every day, he and Talia would go to the outskirts of the border forest to do beginner-level gathering tasks, and they learned to recognize almost all the flowers and plants in the botanical encyclopedia.

Talia had a very fruitful harvest, having already saved up a full twenty silver coins.

Wilder completed ten missions and received a rather crudely made black iron badge from the Adventurers' Guild.

"Congratulations, you have officially become an adventurer."

Martha handed him the badge, offering her congratulations in a very ceremonial manner.

"Thanks."

"Oh, by the way, Cyrion asked me to tell you," Martha continued, "that he'll be coming to the association tomorrow morning and wants to meet with you."

"Is he done with his work?" Wilder asked.

"Um."

A faint hint of pride unconsciously appeared on Martha's face.

"That guy has now been promoted to a mid-level warrior."