By the time Søren had finished packing his luggage, the mysterious mistress had already left.
He glanced at the mysterious woman in the distance, squatted down, and whispered, "Vivian."
"What did she say to you?"
The little girl did not hide anything from him. She tilted her head and answered, "Nothing much. She just asked me how old I am."
"Then she asked me if I can read."
"Don't worry."
"I didn't tell her that I can cast spells."
Søren nodded. It was best not to let anyone know that Vivian was a natural-born warlock. She was still too young. Soran had no ill feelings towards the mysterious mistress of the caravan, but he was still worried about her. Wizards were all eccentric creatures, and the conflict between Rogues and Spellcasters was not something that could be resolved in a day or two.
None of the native wizards in the storyline were simple characters.
The trade caravan continued its journey.
Perhaps it was because of the conversation with the mysterious mistress, but the little girl suddenly became interested in learning how to read. Søren also felt that she should learn more words. Not all of the abilities of a warlock were automatically awakened. Unlike dragons, they could not automatically awaken their knowledge. Warlocks needed to learn how to read and write on their own, while dragons could automatically learn a lot of languages and words. Vivian had learned some words from Søren in the past, but the number of words she learned was less than a hundred. The little girl was actually very smart, and her learning speed was even faster than Søren's.
However, she still liked to do things that she liked to do.
Sometimes, she would feel sleepy when she looked at things with a lot of words. Sometimes, she would even yawn.
The trade caravan slowed down a little today.
The little girl still did not like things with a lot of words. After learning a few dozen new words from Søren, she started to feel sleepy. She mumbled a few words to Søren, then giggled and told him that she would learn next time. After that, she started to play with the little things that the others gave her. In just one day, the little girl had become very popular in the trade caravan. Some of the little things were given to her by the trade caravan workers, while some were toys given to her by the mysterious mistress. For example, a set of exquisite tarot cards.
Vivian liked things with pictures on them.
Half a day passed just like that. They saw some Gnolls and Gnomes along the way, but none of them had the guts to attack such a large caravan.
The caravan didn't stop until there was a commotion in front of them.
Søren wanted to earn more Slaughter EXP, so he went to take a look as well. But this time, he didn't have the chance to make a move.
The caravan met a person.
An adventurer traveling alone in the wilderness!
It was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man. He had a square face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes. He was dressed in ordinary gray clothes. His arms were wrapped in bandages, and his legs were tied up. His hair was very short, and his neck was much thicker than most people's. This meant that he might have been trained in a special way of fighting, such as the War Roar, a special ability that was similar to the Lion's Roar. When Søren saw him, the merchant guards were talking to him from afar. There were three dead gnolls near him, all killed by his bare hands.
"A Fist Master?!"
Søren looked at the middle-aged man in surprise. He then dismounted from his horse and put his hands together. "Are you traveling alone?"
The middle-aged man returned the salute and bowed his head. He looked very humble.
The merchant guards saw Søren's actions and relaxed a little. The captain of the guards rode over and whispered, "Who is he?"
"Someone saw him fighting the gnolls. He killed three of them with his bare hands."
"The other gnolls ran away."
Søren nodded and explained, "This should be a Fist Master."
"He's a Warrior Monk."
"They like to wander alone in the wilderness, looking for opportunities to sharpen their will and strength. This one seems to be an Ascetic. "
A Warrior Monk?
An Ascetic?
The captain's expression relaxed a little. Most Ascetics weren't evil people.
A Fist Master was an advanced profession of a Warrior Monk. They had completely given up on weapons and were proficient in bare-handed attacks. Only Fist Masters and Holy Fist Guards could master the powerful ability [One-inch Punch]. A Warrior Monk was one of the professions that liked to travel alone in the wilderness because they needed to sharpen their will in the wilderness. At the same time, they could feel the power of emptiness, nirvana, and chaos. If they chose the path of an Ascetic, they would also have a special sacred ritual, which was to donate all their wealth to the poor.
An Ascetic would donate most of their wealth and keep only a small amount of material wealth for themselves to sharpen their will.
This was one of the professions with the highest Will attribute.
They were almost immune to most Charm and Mind spells. At the same time, because they gave up material wealth, their faith became stronger.
Very few people could become Ascetics!
This was because they had to make a special vow. If they broke it, it could even lead to a flaw in their mind.
In other words, it was the so-called 'self-deception'.
If a powerful professions were to fall into such a situation, there would be an obvious flaw in their will, and their strength would be greatly affected.
Only one out of ten Warrior Monks would become an Ascetic.
Only one out of ten Ascetics would become an Ascetic Monk. This was the most difficult profession to advance.
Because Ascetics would not keep overnight wealth, many of them completely gave up weapons and rare equipment and reached the highest achievement of a Fist Master.
— — One-inch Punch [Legendary]!
They did not use any weapons, did not wear any equipment, and only relied on their strong intuition and hands to fight.
This group of people's magic resistance was very exaggerated, and they had some very special abilities.
These abilities were gradually comprehended in a long period of cultivation. Many of them relied on their own strong willpower, honed in a difficult environment, and finally directly interfered with the elemental energy of the material world.
Many Ascetics gave up in the end because not everyone could resist the temptation of material things!
Once cultivation was given up.
The Ascetics became ordinary Warrior Monks, and they might not have the courage to try again in their lifetime.
…
Soon, the caravan had an additional companion.
The Fist Master seemed to be very quiet and almost did not take the initiative to talk to others. This was not very strange. Some Ascetics even pretended to be mute and did not say a word for several years.
In the afternoon.
He would beg the others in the caravan, just some water and simple food. He refused most meat and only ate coarse black bread.
It was not that Ascetics did not eat meat.
But when they began a period of cultivation (travel), unless it was a special situation, they only ate the simplest and coarsest food.
This kind of cultivation could take up to several years, and often, after completing it once, their strength would be significantly improved.
At that time, many people tried to cultivate.
Unfortunately, they all failed in the end. The players could not bear this kind of life at all. They would rather challenge some powerful monsters and directly use Slaughter EXP to level up.
Warrior Monks were not rare in this world!
Their cultivation method had been accepted by more and more people, and even integrated with some of the Sword Saint's training methods, and finally produced the current Weapon Master profession.
The only difference was that they changed from fighting bare-handed to specializing in a certain weapon!
This group of people had strong willpower.
Some of the priests would also try to train in a similar way to strengthen the strength of their beliefs.
This Fist Master had no sense of presence.
Until evening, he did not take the initiative to say a word to anyone. He just silently followed the caravan.
He did not ride a horse, and even rejected the horses that were offered by kind people. He walked all the way, but his walking speed was very fast, and his endurance was much better than ordinary people. It could be said that he walked as if he was flying, and he easily caught up with the caravan. When it was evening, he did not need to rest in a tent, and he did not even need to get close to the bonfire. He just found a stone and sat cross-legged.
Then he stopped moving.
The second day of the journey could be said to be very peaceful. Other than the appearance of this Fist Master, there was almost no trouble on the road.
When Søren woke up on the third day.
The Fist Master was still sitting on the stone, and the caravan guards nearby were pointing at him with obvious surprise and shock on their faces. Obviously, the warrior training they received was very difficult, but it was not to such an extreme extent. Only the captain of the guards had a thoughtful expression on his face. That was because his training as a Northern Barbarian was also very extreme. He had to immerse his entire body in ice water that was below zero degrees Celsius in order to suppress his violent power. At that time, he had almost lost his life.
He did not move for the whole night. The next day, the Fist Master's body was covered with dew, and because of the cold weather, there was a faint white frost on his eyebrows.
At this time.
The others finally understood why Søren had a trace of respect for him.
This was indeed not a training method that ordinary people could endure.
In fact, the normal training of a monk was not much different from that of a warrior, but the advanced class of an ascetic was more special. The way they trained themselves was more extreme, and it was completely through the most difficult way to uncover their potential.
There was a Succubus Queen in the Abyss.
Even many gods couldn't resist her charm magic, but the legendary monk could directly ignore it.
One could imagine how strong their willpower was!
…
The Fist Master left in the afternoon of the third day.
This was because Søren and the others were close to a small town, which was close to the city of Whiterun. It would take them at most two days to reach there.
Ascetics did not go near crowded places when they trained, and they preferred to train in deserted areas.
He planned to go to a large waterfall in the northwest and train there for a year to find an opportunity to learn the 'Ethereal Body', and pursue the opportunity to become a legendary monk, and finally master the legendary 'Divine Transcendence'.
Until he left.
No one knew his name, as if he was just a passerby on their journey.
However.
For some reason, he gave Vivian a book.
It was not a secret martial arts book.
There was no such thing as a secret martial arts book in this world. It was just a book called 'Hand-to-hand Mastery and One-Inch Punch', just like the Warrior's' Advanced Slashing Techniques and Finding the Enemy's Weakness', the Wizard's' Enhancing and Flexible Use of Evocation Spells', the Priest's' The Influence of Faith on Divine Spells', and the Paladin's' The Divine Power of Faith '.
These books were written by many people, and if one trained according to the methods written in the book, they could learn some additional abilities.
For example, the Thief's' Special Skills for Picking Locks', if one carefully read this book, they could improve their picking skills a little, and if they were lucky, they could even learn the ability [Lockpicking Expert].
The book given by the Fist Master, if one trained according to the methods written in the book and met the training requirements, they could obtain the 'Hand-to-hand Mastery' ability, and then meet the requirements to become a monk. In the end, they could try to learn the ability [One-Inch Punch].
However.
How could Søren let Vivian become a 'monk', which was a difficult profession?
The training methods of this profession were too difficult.
So he put it away and threw it into his multi-dimensional bag. Vivian should just be a 'fair, rich, and beautiful' Sorcerer.
Besides, he could not let the little girl train alone in the wilderness.
He could not bear to let her suffer.
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