[One more night, slightly late.]
The voice was beautiful, crisp, and clean. But Salin didn't know what a wild boar meant. He only saw a pink fist growing bigger and bigger in front of his eyes, and then he fainted with a sharp pain in his eyes.
Before he fainted, Salin had no fear. What appeared in his heart was the bright red beating on his chest, as if it was controlling his heart. He didn't even have time to react before he was hit by the fist.
"Wake up, wake up quickly." The beautiful voice sounded again. Salin tried to open one eye, but felt that he couldn't open his left eye anymore. He forced it open a slit, but everything was blurry. A soft little hand was slapping his face, as if trying to wake him up.
"Okay, I'm awake!" Salin struggled to move back. The girl who hit him had already put on her clothes and was staring at Salin fiercely. Salin relaxed. There was no killing intent in the girl's eyes. He had killed before, so he could feel the aura of death.
Salin sat up, indicating that he didn't mean any harm. He looked at the girl, and the girl looked back at him.
The two of them were about the same age. The girl looked about seventeen or eighteen, and her clothes made Salin stare. She was wearing animal skin that wasn't cut much. The fur was sticking out, and many places were already polished smooth. The thick stitches made the animal skin clothes look particularly rough. The blood stains were black and purple all over the clothes.
More importantly, the animal skin was divided into two sections, and the girl's lower abdomen was exposed in the middle. The pure white skin hurt people's eyes. Especially his injured eyes, Salin couldn't help but widen them, only to grimace in pain.
On her feet was a pair of heavy leather boots, clearly not of Scotia's style. The soles of the boots were actually ground from the feet of magical beasts. The most shocking thing was the weapon on the girl's back. It was a huge stick, thick at the front and thin at the back, almost as tall as one side of the girl's body.
The stick shone with a metallic luster, but Salin could recognize that it was ground from the bones of high-level magical beasts. It was terrifyingly heavy. Luckily, she hit him with her fists. Salin rejoiced.
The girl was very beautiful, with dark eyebrows, snow-white skin, and a pair of light blue eyes. Her height was very close to Salin's. She had a well-proportioned body and a natural demeanor, as if she had forgotten that Salin was peeping at her naked body.
"I'm Salin Metatlin. What about you?" Salin didn't know what to say, and he couldn't just stare at him.
"My name is Silva. Tell me honestly, why are you hiding here and peeping?" Silva used her slender finger to point at Salin's head, as if recalling what had just happened.
Salin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "This isn't a bathroom. Why would I peep in here on such a cold day?"
"That makes sense!" Shika was easily convinced. He felt that Salin was right, and his expression softened. Seeing Salin's face twitching pitifully, Shika took out a small bottle and handed it to Salin.
"What is this?"
"Holy water from the Holy Church. Use it to treat your eyes. Sorry, I hit you too hard just now. "Shika said apologetically.
"It's okay, it was a natural reaction." Salin forgave Shika.
"I'm really sorry. I wanted to take a bath just now, and I was afraid that you would wake up, so I hit you again …" Shika looked at Salin innocently. Salin was furious. No wonder he couldn't open his eyes.
But … forget it, he couldn't look at her for nothing. There was a price to pay for everything. It was the same for obtaining the Magic String, and it was the same for looking at beautiful women. Salin comforted himself in his heart as he opened the bottle and poured the holy water on his wound.
"Ouch!" Salin was in so much pain that he jumped up. He had never used holy water before, but he had read about the feeling of holy water treatment in a book. It was definitely not a burning pain, but a warm and comfortable feeling.
He threw the bottle on the ground and said angrily, "What is this?"
Shika was also stunned. She picked up the bottle and looked at the pattern on it. She muttered to herself, "It doesn't seem wrong. Let me take a look."
If there was a wall, Salin would have smashed his head against it. This girl's brain had obviously short-circuited, but the thing in the bottle was indeed healing. He had secretly detected it before using it, so it didn't seem to be Shika's fault.
Shika took off the large leather bag from her back and looked inside. Finally, she said with certainty, "This is indeed the Holy Healing Water of the Vatican. I spent five silver coins to buy it."
Salin was confused. His eyes hurt even more. Although five silver coins was low-level stuff, it still had healing effects. It shouldn't add to the injury.
Salin couldn't figure out why. He suddenly felt stupid. He took off the metal bottle at his waist, raised his head, and poured the liquid on his wound. His eye sockets immediately felt much better. This was the Healing Water that Salin had made himself.
Healing Water was a healing liquid made by a level-one spell. It could effectively heal injuries. Its effects were slower than divine spells of the same level, and it wouldn't leave any side effects.
Salin had hundreds of spells in his mind, but he could only learn a dozen or so at the moment. This Healing Water was very useful, especially in a team. The Healing Water made by high-level mages combined with magic potions could even heal old injuries.
"Why did Ni come here to take a bath in the middle of nowhere?" Salin raised his head and let the Healing Water enter his eye socket, soaking his eyeball. He was afraid that the blood vessels in his eyeball would rupture, which would affect his vision for a long time.
"I don't know either. I was going to Hall City, but I ended up in the mountains."
Salin was even more depressed that she had no sense of direction. The punch he had received was too unjust. Even a lost person could bump into him.
"Why are you going to Hall City?" Salin saw that she dared to go into the water in such cold weather. She was probably a swordsman with a high level of Sword Ki, even though Shika was carrying a stick. So he couldn't lose his temper.
"It's been hard in the mountains lately. I want to be a mercenary." Shika lowered her head.
"You're not from Scotia?" Salin suddenly remembered that Shika's accent was different. Although she spoke in the common language of the continent, the ending of every sentence was even tighter and more urgent.
"I'm a Caucasian." Shika simply sat on the ground, revealing a thigh above her boots to Salin.
"What level are you?" Salin saw that Shika was easy to get along with. She was also a Caucasian, so he wanted to make friends with her. He was a low-level magician and needed a strong swordsman as a companion.
"I don't know. Anyway, the magical beasts near the village ran away when they saw me." Shika looked confused. Salin was discouraged. It was normal for a Caucasian swordsman to not know their level. He would be stupid to ask.
The Caucasian region didn't belong to Scotia, nor did it belong to any of the duchies. It was a primitive place with many high mountains and rich in high-level warriors.
Mercenary regiments liked Caucasian warriors. They were strong in both close and long range combat and had team spirit. Male Caucasian warriors could basically use powerful axes. Their attack radius was up to 100 meters, and their damage was even greater than that of archers. Moreover, the Caucasian region was the only place that retained the primitive profession of priests. Combat priests were not as powerful as magicians, but their healing ability was close to that of priests.
"You came out to run around when you don't know the way?" Salin's eyes were much more comfortable, but they were still swollen. Shika's fingers were slender and crystalline, harder than a hammer.
"What's there to be afraid of? I won't starve to death even if I go the wrong way. There are more beasts here than where we came from. Look, I've been wandering in the mountains for more than a month and nothing has happened."
Salin finally believed that beauty and intelligence didn't necessarily coexist. Shika was such a muddle-headed Caucasian, it was very likely that he had been tricked. Why not make the first move? If he was too late, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Come with me to Dion. There's a relatively large professional guild there." Salin tempted Shika. Actually, he had read about it from a book. Tilan City didn't even have a professional guild.
"Sure, but I don't have money. If we go into the city …"
Salin was annoyed. He didn't have money and still came out to run. Joining a mercenary regiment also required money. But this was also good. Shika didn't have money and couldn't register as a mercenary, so he could follow him.
"Eating in the city is so expensive, and cannibalism isn't allowed here. Sigh, so troublesome."
"Cannibalism!" Salin was shocked. Although the Caucasian region was primitive, he had never heard of cannibals.
"I don't mean to eat anyone I see. Hmm, in Caucasian, it means to eat everything the enemy has." Shika made a punching gesture with his hand. Salin understood. It was robbery. There were records of tribes robbing each other, but Salin didn't read much about such things. He only had a vague idea.
"Why don't you become an independent adventurer first? It'll cost less." Salin explained to Shika the difference between an adventurer and a mercenary. After a mercenary registered at the professional guild, he had to pay a deposit. Once a mission failed, the lost portion would be deducted from the deposit. Adventurers only needed to pay the registration fee, but they couldn't accept some escort missions. Escort missions were the most frequent and profitable.
This rule didn't apply to mages. Even a first-level mage didn't need to pay a deposit to join a mercenary regiment.
"Salin, what's your profession?" Shika saw that Salin was knowledgeable and asked curiously.
"I'm a mage."
"Oh, I apologize for my lack of manners." Sicar bowed and gave a strange salute. Then she explained, "Before I left, the elder reminded me that mages outside the mountains are just like priests. They're very noble."
When she said this, she looked at Salin's eyes. His swollen eye sockets were shocking. Shika was nervous. He'd actually hit a person like a priest.
Both of them felt guilty, so the conversation became easier. Salin tempted Shika to go to Duen City. It was far from the coast and close to the border. He could cross the Saxon Duchy and enter the Qinyin Empire at any time.
Salin's calculations were good. He'd first do some professional missions at the border and raise his level. His main goal was to increase his combat power, so that he wouldn't encounter trouble like Tilan City in the future. If he could become a third-level mage, he wouldn't be afraid of Count Alphonso's pursuit. He couldn't possibly hire a sword saint, right?
Even if there was such a small probability, he could go to the Qinyin Empire and Count Alphonso's influence wouldn't be able to affect him. In the Qinyin Empire, sword saints were nothing. Mages were everywhere.
It was said that every city in the Qinyin Empire had a magic tower. That meant that there were at least hundreds of mages above level 6. Although there were less than 100 million people in the Qin Yin Empire, the Qinyin Empire was able to stand tall with these mages. Even the three empires and the Holy Church couldn't do anything to it. "That's right. That's right.
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