Although the room was old, it was spotless. The original owner had kept it very clean.
Sophie looked up and saw half of the skeleton on the ground that he had pushed away. A pile of bones lay there quietly. Brando's counterattack before his death was the only casualty of the undead scouts. Sophie knew that the skeleton soldiers lacked intelligence, but it was different when they were controlled by a necromancer. The young man's misjudgment had nothing to do with Brando because he did not know about it.
In times of peace, not many people knew about this.
The oil painting that was cut in half was lying flat on the ground. The skeleton soldier's cold sword was not far away. Sophie's eyes narrowed slightly. It seemed that Madara had decided to attack as soon as the scouts retreated. She did not even bother to clean up the battlefield.
But this was also in line with his memory of history.
Hmm?
Sophie suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly. His eyes stopped on the oil painting that was cut in half. He did not see wrongly. There was a layer on the surface where the frame was cut in half.
Wait, an ancestral oil painting? Sophie suddenly remembered. Could it be the famous oil painting of Bucce?
He immediately struggled to walk over while holding the handrail. At the same time, he was alert to the movements around him. Sophie knew that Brando was killed by a necromancer of the lowest level. Although it was the lowest level, it was more than enough to deal with a normal person.
In the 'game', low-level necromancers could cast some low-level black magic. They could also summon skeletons and zombies from nearby cemeteries. They were cunning by nature and used to sneak attacks. They were a huge threat to people who did not know them well.
But Sophie was different. He knew the necromancer better than the necromancer.
He lowered his body and pulled open the frame of the oil painting with both hands. With a ding, a ring rolled out from the inside. At this moment, he could not help but take a light breath. He was very familiar with the design of the ring. The silver ring glowed faintly in the dark. In addition to the general ring shape, there was a Sacred Wind Empress Pattern on the surface of the center.
This pattern was not common in the southern part of Erouine.
It was the national emblem of San Orso in the north.
Sophie carefully rubbed the ring with her thumb. This was the famous Ring of the Wind Empress, the reward for the 'Bucce's Oil Painting' mission. However, this mission disappeared in the next patch, and only a few people knew about it and completed it.
Sophie was not one of them. He had only heard of this story. Legend had it that this ring was a fake keepsake of Delut, one of the Four Saints. But how could Brando's grandfather have this thing?
In the game, the effect of the Aura of the Wind Empress was Dexterity + 1, and it would consume energy to shoot out wind bullets to attack enemies in front of it. In the game, it would absorb one point of energy every ten minutes, but he didn't know if it was the same here.
As he looked at the ring, his heart couldn't help but pound, and he even forgot about the danger around him. The appearance of this ring indirectly confirmed his guess that this world was the one he was familiar with.
Sophie couldn't help but let out a long sigh. He was a little worried at the moment, but after hesitating for a moment, he slowly put the ring on his index finger. The magic ring would only work when worn on the index finger and thumb. In Vaunze, the area between the index finger and thumb was called the 'Mysterious Domain' by the witches of Taran. They believed that this was the center of the human body's magic power, and most of the magic hand gestures evolved from this place.
But for Sophie, this was just a subconscious action under the constraints of the game rules, nothing more.
'Clang!'
He was about to use the ring, but at this moment, a loud noise came from the first floor, and he suddenly turned his head.
Sophie was shocked and immediately became alert. This could be the sound of the undead, but even if it wasn't, it could attract enemies outside. He couldn't care about anything else, and immediately threw away the oil painting in his hand. He subconsciously backed up against the wall, and then carefully stared at the hall below.
He immediately saw a sneaky figure.
It was a girl wearing a simple leather dress. She carefully groped her way out from below, looking left and right, looking a little nervous, but she didn't pay attention to the top of her head. The girl was holding a stone hammer with both hands. She seemed to be struggling, but looking at her appearance, she seemed to be looking for something.
Sophie couldn't help but sigh.
He coughed. The sound wasn't loud, but it was unusually loud in the empty room.
The girl was obviously shocked. She suddenly turned her head, and her small face was pale. But in all fairness, this young girl could be considered a beauty. Her chestnut-colored hair was tied up behind her head. She looked dignified, but under her jade-like forehead, there was a pair of slender eyes that always gave people a feeling of charm. The tips of her eyebrows were slightly raised, and her eyes were clear and flustered. Her nose was tall and straight. At a glance, one could tell that she was an extremely independent person.
She had a unique temperament, but she definitely couldn't be called a lady. At least, if you saw a girl who was holding a masonry hammer with both hands and wearing a leather bag similar to those merchants in the south, you would find it hard to believe that she was a rich young lady with an excellent family background.
When the girl saw Sophie, she suddenly relaxed. She let out a long breath and couldn't help but pat her chest, and a beautiful smile appeared on her face. "It's you, Brando. You scared me."
"Miss Roman, how did you come in?" When Sophie saw the girl, he couldn't help but feel a headache.
This was the girl that Brando had always admired. She lived in the house opposite with her aunt, and she often had some strange dreams. For example, she always wanted to go out to the outside world and become a traveling merchant.
Sophie thought that this idea was a bit ridiculous. In Erouine, traveling merchants were not a respected profession. Some of them were even confused with liars and thieves.
During the reign of Anson VI, these people colluded with the bandits outside for many years and were deeply hated. They were even called 'people with two mouths and three hands'.
Two mouths because they were good at talking and deceiving. Three hands because their hands and feet were not clean, and they often did some petty theft. It could be said that these people were one of the biggest threats to local law and order. When Sophie was a newbie, eight out of ten missions were related to them.
"I climbed in from the window outside your kitchen. By the way, your window is really small! It almost tore my skirt. "The girl complained as she bent down to adjust her skirt.
"No one let you in from there!" After inheriting Brando's memory, Sophie was somewhat immune to the girl's personality, but she still could not help but complain in her heart.
"I'm not asking you this." He could not help but shake his head. "I'm asking you, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
"I'm worried about you, Brando." The Roman replied as she looked around. She was obviously very curious. "Do you see that skeleton?"
She saw it too? However, Sophie noticed that the young lady's gaze had landed on her chest.
"Are you hurt?" The future merchant girl turned her head and blinked her eyes.
"Yes …"
"Let me see." She lifted her skirt and ran a few steps up the stairs. She pressed the young man's hand that was covering the wound with her paw. "Take your hand away. Why are you blocking it? It'll get infected!" The girl complained as she looked at Sophie's wound.
She took a deep breath and looked up. "Such a serious injury!"
Sophie felt the girl's cold grip on his hand, and his heart skipped a beat. Although he knew that this was Brando's feeling, he did not deliberately stop it.
"It's okay …"
"Okay, my ass!" The merchant girl rolled her eyes at him, and then she looked for the leather bag hanging on her leather skirt. "Wait, I think I have bandages …"
Sophie looked at her with interest.
He knew that the things in Roman's bag were her treasures. Most of them were strange little things that Brando bought with her. For example, seashells by the sea, colored glass beads, copper whistles, ancient coins, and so on. These things were not worth much, but they were not common in this area.
This future businesswoman's greatest hobby was to find these treasures in a pile of old goods. Although the two young people didn't have money, Roman could always find a way to buy some cheap and rare things that she liked.
He pressed down on Roman's hand and shook his head. "Let's go inside, it's too dangerous here."
"I'm not afraid of those skeletons." She looked up at him and finally found a first aid kit. "Do you know how to bandage? I don't know how to."
Sophie opened the kit and took out bandages and cotton wool. He was stunned. He had been looking for first aid kits because he subconsciously thought that this was the world of the game. In the game, the bandages would automatically stop bleeding and heal. But at this moment, he realized that bandaging in the real world was a professional skill. He could not just wrap a few rounds around the wound, right?
"Brando, do you want me to give it a try?" The Roman girl looked eager to try.
"No need." Sophie quickly refused. Even if he was lucky, he should not torture himself like this.
He suddenly felt that it was not a bad idea to treat a dead horse as a living horse. Anyway, he would do what he did in the game here. If he died, he could only blame God. He tore off the bandage and bit it in his mouth. Then, he took off his shirt and wrapped the bandage from the inside around the wound. He was at least an old hand at bandaging in the game, so he was quite familiar with the technique. He was careful not to press too hard.
But suddenly, he froze.
He saw a light green number, + 1, slowly emerging from his wound.
At that moment, Sophie's brain buzzed as if it had been hit by a heavy bomb. For a moment, he did not know what to do next. But he immediately reacted. As if he had been blessed by luck, he madly said in his heart, "Attributes, attributes, come out!"
He waited with a half-expectant and half-afraid mood. After waiting for about a second, a set of faint data appeared on his arms, thighs, joints, body, and heart.
Strength 1.0, Dexterity 2.0, Physique 0.9.
Then, another set of data floated in his vision like a ghost:
Intelligence 1.1, Will 1.3, Wisdom 1.0.
Absolute Strength 1.0, Elemental Attribute (Unawakened) —
Under this set of data, lines of text and values poured down like a waterfall, forming an illusory page:
Brando, Human Male, Level 1 (Strength System: Physical, Close Combat)
XP: 1 (Civilian Level 1: —, Militia Level 1: 0/3)
Health (Weak): 60% (Bandaged state, recovers 1 HP per day)
Inauguration — —
Civilian [Basic Knowledge (Level 1), Geographical Knowledge (Level 0), Local Knowledge (Level 1)]
Militia [Military Swordsmanship (Level 1), Combat Skills (Level 1), Tactical Theory (Level 0), Military Organization (Level 0)]
Sure enough, sure enough!
Sophie could not help but think about what kind of mentality a normal person would have if they won five million. It was probably what he was feeling now, right? Was this a dream? Definitely not. He knew that a person would not have such clear and strict logic in a dream. Very few people would doubt themselves in a dream.
But was he still in the game?
No, the game's history had already reached the 19th year of the second era.
The young man felt that his mind was in a mess. It seemed that all the strange thoughts had rushed in at once, making him feel a little dizzy. But Sophie shook his head. He knew that all of this was real! He had read so many transmigration novels, and he was not the first person to transmigrate to the game world. Presumably, he would not be the last.
Lord Martha, do you really exist?
Sophie could not help but pray heavily to the only supreme god in this world. He stared blankly at the virtual data projected on his retina and could not help but ask himself:
Isn't this your world, Sophie? What else do you want?
Yes, as a veteran warrior over level 130, what else could he ask for? Experience, he had. Foresight, he also had the ability to foresee the future.
If he still could not control his own destiny, then he should really kill himself out of shame. But then again, it felt good to be full of confidence, really good.
… …
(P.S. This chapter is about 4000 words, and the results are not very good. Please click to recommend. Also, thank you to Lazy Side, Hua Li De Sorrows, Zippiz, Scarlet Memoirs, D-Blade, Meow Meow, Xuanyuan Blood, Hermit Fish, Devil.D.Trickery, Money Shark, and a few others who voted for this review. But some of the friends who voted for this review were really unkind = _ =)
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