Ma Wen left the Galloping Horse Inn at a brisk pace. Despite the slightly depressing atmosphere lingering in Riverbank City in the evening, Ma Wen still felt like a fish in water.
When he walked into an alley and stepped into the shadows, he even instinctively made a sneaking action.
Those were some good habits that could help a thief to be more silent when sneaking.
But now, not only was Ma Wen physically weak, but he was also not a professional. Naturally, he could not use his sneaking skills.
Turning a corner, two young faces were handing over the day's earnings to a strong man. Ma Wen recognized one of them, it was a level-2 thief. These young thieves stole in the city, but all their earnings had to be handed over to the gang that managed them.
The strong man glanced at Ma Wen and seemed to have seen the noble badge on Ma Wen's sleeve. He cursed.
Ma Wen bowed his head and quickly left.
He was not qualified to cause trouble now.
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Riverbank City was a city-state under the rule of the Southern Wizard Coalition. Like other cities, the churches of the gods were struggling to develop here. But in recent years, the Silver Church was an anomaly. Not only did they gain a foothold in Riverbank City, but they also became the third largest force in Riverbank City. This had something to do with the priesthood of the Silver God. Although the arrogant wizards only believed in the greatest God of Wizards, Lance, and never paid attention to other gods, even the most arrogant wizards needed money.
Since the fall of the God of Wealth, the Silver God, as a weak god, was also popular among merchants. The wizards who had ruled Fernand for an era were naturally no exception.
Ma Wen knew the nature of the priests of the Silver God. These guys were greedy for money. As long as they were paid enough, they would use the few divine spells they had in a day on you.
The priests of this church were also one of the few who could buy divine healing with only silver coins.
It turned out that the young man did not know these ways. He just wanted to save some money, and ended up saving himself to death. Ma Wen did not want to repeat the same mistake.
There was a pawnshop deep in the alley. Its location was quite remote, but he remembered that it had a good reputation.
The owner of the pawnshop was an old gnome. He wore a pair of pince-nez and looked cunning. Seeing Ma Wen's grin, it was obvious that he was a regular.
Thanks to Ma Wen's hard work, he managed to exchange a pearl necklace for 150 silver coins. In fact, according to his accounting skills, this necklace was worth at least 300 silver coins on the market. If Ma Wen wanted to redeem this necklace, he would need at least 330 silver coins.
The pawnshop was a profiteering business. However, Ma Wen had no objections to this. He was not strong enough right now, and his Negotiation skill only had a pitiful 19 points. He could not activate the additional effect to make the old gnome give him more silver coins.
He hid a small purse close to his body. The silver coins in this world were actually about the size of a little fingernail. One hundred and fifty sounded like a lot, and a small purse could hold them all.
After leaving the pawnshop, Ma Wen found the priest on duty in the Silver Temple before his fever worsened.
After paying 80 silver coins, this seemingly simple and honest middle-aged priest was finally willing to show Ma Wen the glory of the Silver God.
A simple [Dispel Disease] and [Minor Life Healing] made Ma Wen's fever disappear, and his HP was restored to full.
"Your body has recovered under the effect of the divine spell [Dispel Disease]!"
"Weakening penalty, all attributes reduced by 70%, removed!"
"Health Points Recovery: 2,626!"
With the bursts of heat from the divine spell and the numbers flashing in front of him, Ma Wen could not help but feel a little excited.
That damned weakening penalty was finally gone!
With 26 HP restored to full, he felt a lot stronger.
"You look very healthy now, young man." The priest of the Silver God showed a trace of fatigue and ordered him to leave.
He was now only the lowest-level priest, and could only cast three divine spells a day. Using one consumed a lot of his mind.
Ma Wen left quickly, but he did not return to the Wild Horse Inn. Instead, he began his own plan!
If he wanted to survive in this world!
Then he must have his own strength. The invasion of the gods and the abyss was close at hand, but the most urgent thing was the matter of territory.
There was no way to get rid of hundreds of Gnolls without mobilizing the Lord's Guards of River Beach. In this inexplicable Gnoll attack, Ma Wen smelled the scent of a conspiracy.
In particular, in his mission panel, there was a soul binding mission:
[Retake the Territory – Gnoll Invasion]
[Mission Description: In the summer of 297 of the Fourth Era Wizard Calendar, your territory was invaded by Gnolls. You narrowly escaped and wanted to ask the Lord of River Beach for help, but the attitude of the officials in the City Hall was suspicious. Perhaps your experience in the city should have made you more vigilant. You can't rely on others, you can only rely on yourself.]
[Mission Reward: 1,000 Universal Experience Points]
[Mission Period: 29 days remaining]
…
The soul binding meant that unless you deleted your account and started over, this mission would always be with you. Obviously, Ma Wen could not commit suicide by deleting his account now.
He had to admit that the mission reward was generous. The reward was 1,000 Universal Experience Points. Universal Experience Points was the highest level of Slaughter Experience Points and could be allocated to any profession. 1,000 Universal Experience Points could upgrade a basic Adventurer profession from Level 1 to more than Level 3. In this world where it was very difficult to obtain Experience Points, this was a rocket-like leveling up speed.
The mission description had clearly stated that this mission could only be completed with his own strength. If Ma Wen was still the weak and incompetent aristocrat, he would eventually be greeted with failure. As he had said to Anna, he had to make a change.
First of all, he could not rely on the ordinary profession of aristocrat to survive. He had to have a combat profession.
As a legendary player, Ma Wen had an idea long before he stepped out of the Wild Horse Inn.
…
The back door of the Succubus Tavern in the commercial district of River Beach.
A homeless man curled up pitifully in his sleeping bag and begged the passersby, "Give me some alcohol, even if it's watered down …"
He tried to lift his neck and sniffed wildly with his nose, as if smelling the alcohol on the passersby was also a very satisfying thing.
"Get out of here, old drunkard!"
A grumpy gangster kicked the homeless man, and the poor homeless man rolled a few steps away with his sleeping bag in his arms.
The people who passed by the back door all laughed.
They had no sympathy for him at all. This was the most gray area of the commercial district. It was only two streets away from the slums. All kinds of gangs were fighting here, and all kinds of profitable businesses were also secretly carried out in the underground: the flesh trade, slaves, military weapons trafficking, and so on. There were very few good people gathered here.
The homeless man held his stomach and shrank his head back into his sleeping bag in disappointment.
After the group of people passed by, the alley became a little more deserted.
However, when the pure aroma of rum hit his nose, he couldn't help but poke his head out of the shabby sleeping bag. It seemed that even if he suffered another vicious kick like the one just now, he wouldn't care.
He only had eyes for the bottle of alcohol that had just been opened.
"Ten silver coins for a bottle, golden rum." A young voice sounded.
The homeless man couldn't take his eyes off the bottle of golden rum. He could only judge from the voice that this was a very young guy.
"Sir, be a good man and give me some …" The homeless man suddenly jumped up, trying to grab the bottle of rum.
However, Ma Wen had already anticipated his reaction and dodged with a big stride. He looked at the red-eyed homeless man and said:
"If you want to gain something, you must first pay."
The homeless man climbed out of his sleeping bag and a stench filled the air. He kept swallowing his saliva and asked in a trembling voice, "What do you want?"
Ma Wen smiled and handed over a written letter and a piece of bright red ink. This was a prop he had prepared in advance.
To be honest, he wasn't sure if this would work, but it was the fastest way to get a job. He had also learned of this shortcut from a close friend in the game.
In Fernand's Continent, it wasn't easy to get a job. First, you had to be well-trained (meaning you had at least five job levels in the basic Civilian profession). Then, you had to complete the job quest before you could get a job in the relevant profession.
With Ma Wen's current situation, it would be too slow if he were to get a job like an ordinary person.
He had to try to take some shortcuts.
In order to take this shortcut, he didn't even hesitate to give up his most beloved and familiar profession, Rogue, and chose another slightly closer profession. Fortunately, the final advancement of this profession also included the final profession, Dominator of the Night. Otherwise, Ma Wen would never have given up the profession he was best at.
The homeless man took the letter and looked at it for a long time before pulling out a black object with trembling hands.
"My gamble paid off! This guy really used to be a high-grade adventurer, at least a second-grade adventurer! "
When Ma Wen saw the profession badge, he knew that his observation was correct. Although this homeless man looked down and out, many of his inadvertent actions revealed his former profession.
For example, his action of curling up in the sleeping bag was very similar to a very useful profession skill — Hiding.
"I can't do this, my conscience won't allow me to do this!" The homeless man struggled.
Ma Wen smiled and said, "Of course you can."
With that, he handed the bottle of golden rum to the homeless man.
The homeless man's breathing suddenly became rough. He grabbed the black profession badge and pressed it against the ink, finally leaving a mark on the letter.
There was a circle of holly leaves on it, and in the middle was a name: Mark Huwen.
Marvin took the paper in ecstasy. The tramp drank hungrily from the bottle of golden rum, and before he had finished, Marvin was out of the alley with quick steps.
The recommendation letter was in hand.
The job quest was completed.
Half an hour later, when Ma Wen walked out of the Ranger Guild, there was a sika deer medal on his chest.
This marked that he had successfully gotten a first-grade profession — Ranger.
At the same time, he also received a title with a special effect.
[Newborn Ranger]
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