420 EXP.
The golden light converged into a small stream in the air and flowed into Brendel's body. Looking at the messy battlefield, he couldn't help but lean against a rock and sit down. That was a level 22 monster. Even if he was a civilian, he was only level 6. Even in the game, he wouldn't dare to be so careless to kill a monster that was 14 levels higher than him.
But due to the pressure of survival, he had no choice but to do so. His original plan was to lure the adult Rotten Beast under the rock and wait for Freya to attack before finding an opportunity to escape. This opportunity was too difficult to grasp. If it was in the game, not many people would dare to do so. After all, it was still a level of EXP.
When he made the decision, he didn't feel anything, but now that he thought about it, he felt a burst of fear and his back was cold. His last bit of confidence supported him to answer Freya and Roman calmly on the surface so that they wouldn't be too worried. But in fact, only Brando himself knew the situation he was in.
He felt that this was simply overdrafting his courage. But unknowingly, people also grew up in this kind of extreme environment.
Not only him, but Freya was also the same. If it was a few days ago, she was just a civilian, but now she had made her own decision.
He slowly calmed himself down. The battle in the canyon was a rare harvest for him. 420 EXP was too important for him at the moment. It was equivalent to sending charcoal in the snow. The most important thing was to increase his strength. Mercenaries needed 70 EXP to reach level 4, 130 EXP at level 5, 220 EXP at level 6, and according to the settings, a second profession skill would be unlocked after level 5.
Mercenary Level 4 (0.3 Strength, 0.2 Vitality, 0.2 Dexterity, 0.1 Wisdom)
Mercenary Level 5 (0.3 Strength, 0.3 Vitality, 0.2 Dexterity, 0.1 Will)
Mercenary Level 6 (0.4 Strength, 0.3 Vitality, 0.2 Dexterity, 0.2 Wisdom)
When he leveled up, rows of data that indicated the changes in his attributes were projected onto his retina. When he was a level 3 Mercenary, his attributes were Strength 2.5, Dexterity 2.3, and Vitality 2.4. When he reached level 6, his attributes were Strength 3.5, Dexterity 2.9, and Vitality 3.2.
This meant that his Vitality was three times that of a normal person, and his Strength was more than 25 times. Relying purely on strength and ignoring his experience, Brando could easily defeat the entire Bucce militia. With the bonus of experience points, even if it was the same number of guards, they wouldn't have an easy time against him.
This was the power of Level One.
Even the vice-captain of Bucce's garrison, Bretton, could only barely reach the strength of a Rank 1 on a warhorse. Even so, the veteran Marden still thought that he was a genius. After all, Bretton was only twenty years old. With his youth and talent, he might one day become a Lily Knight. In a sense, he could be considered a pillar of the kingdom.
At this moment, Brando was one year younger than him.
If the original Brando was here, he would not believe that he could reach this step in just three days. Out of ten people, half of them would never be able to break through to Level 1 from the strength of an ordinary person.
As for those who completed it before the age of 20, only 10 to 20% of them completed it.
However, Brando knew that this was not enough. Among the newborns that were baptized by the Holy Cathedral of Fire every year, he knew that many of them were born with Level 1 Strength. They were the so-called natural aristocrats – the Revelators.
Moreover, there were also rare people who were born with Level 2 Strength. They were the so-called Chosen ones.
As for those who had the talent of a Knight (players were also included in this category), there were even more of them. This was a world that worshipped strength. Brando understood that if he wanted to stand out, he had to use his advantages well. What was his advantage? It was the strength that was given to him by another world.
After Level 5, a mercenary's skill would be [Strength Burst]. In the next action, they would consume three times their Stamina and gain one OZ Level of Strength.
This was the most important skill for a mercenary in the early stages. Brando would not be stingy with it. Now that he had 150 Experience Points, even if he trained this skill to Level 6, he would only need to use a third of it, 55 Experience Points. After Level 6, this skill would instantly increase one's Strength by 4 OZ Levels, almost reaching the mid-stage of Level 1 Strength.
The remaining Skill Points would naturally be used to improve his Military Swordsmanship and Combat Skills. He also used the remaining 6 Experience Points on the Militia, allowing it to advance to Level 3. This way, his Strength and Vitality would both increase by 0.2 OZ Levels.
This was the reason why so many people in the game chose to take up a profession despite the Experience Points penalty. It was because the Experience Points gained from taking up a profession in the early stages was much higher than taking up a profession. Of course, Brando thought so too. However, there was a limit to everything. Those who took up a profession in the past did pay a price.
After all, after entering Level 3 Strength and Elemental Activation, the profession's adjustments were not as obvious.
His total level was 10. Brando couldn't help but close his eyes and let out a long sigh. Now, the Rotten Beast was just giving him Experience Points. If he wasn't in a hurry to send the letter to Fortress Riedon, he would have wanted to farm some Experience Points on the outskirts of Zevail Mountain Road. At most, he would have reached Level 15 in half a month. Unfortunately, time did not allow him to do so.
He squinted his eyes again. The shadows of Rotten Beasts began to appear in the distant valley. The bush monsters were looking at him from across the valley. Of course, they didn't have vision, but the commotion from before must have alerted them.
Brando quietly picked up his sword. He wasn't afraid of these things. However, it wouldn't be good to be entangled with them. The Roman aunt was still in the city. They and the Madara army were racing against time to reach Fortress Riedon. At this moment, he suddenly remembered the Seal Ring that Marden gave him. He couldn't help but take out the Seal Ring with the Pine Leaf Emblem from his pocket. The young man thought of something and couldn't help but sneer.
The veteran of the November War also didn't understand this point. Bucce was the most important buffer zone in the direction of Fort Riedon's defensive line. Since the Year of Thunder, the central government of the kingdom had been preparing to build a complete defensive line here.
However, the implementation of government orders wasn't as simple as it seemed on the surface. Due to the lack of funds, the construction of Fort Riedon and Fort Riedon was already the limit of this project. As for the warning system in the buffer zone, the nobles didn't even think about it.
As long as Fort Riedon and Fort Riedon were still in their hands, they could still live a good life. As for the countryside outside, Madara didn't invade every year, right?
Even though there were Freya, Bretton, and Marden who fought for the kingdom, Erouine was already old, and that was another fact. The rotten upper echelons were destroying the foundation of the kingdom. Bucce was an exception, and Brando knew that there were traces of the kingdom's demise everywhere else.
He couldn't help but sigh and look to the east. The sky in the east was covered by layers of dark clouds, and even the morning sun had dimmed. There was a kingdom rising in the darkness.
"Brando, your ring."
Brando turned around and saw Freya looking at him with sparkling eyes. He couldn't help but joke: "Do I look good?"
"You —" The ponytailed girl's face turned red. She turned around and saw the Roman sitting on the slope looking over with a smile.
"Roman, you idiot!"
"What did I do?" The merchant girl was stunned.
Brando smiled. He obviously knew that Freya was just venting her anger on him. He put on the Ring of the Wind Empress and touched the Card of Fate in his chest. Even though he had never seen this thing before, he knew that it was his biggest trump card.
Even if it was only for 10 minutes, it was enough for him to do a lot of things. For example, killing the Golden Demonic Tree.
With the Card of Fate, he made a new plan. After all, the loot from the Golden Demonic Tree was too tempting. Wealth came from danger, and the more power he had here, the more chances he would have in Fort Riedon. Furthermore, killing the Golden Demonic Tree wasn't like killing monsters, it didn't require much time.
He estimated that he had around 8 hours left, which was more than enough. But before that, if he could get another Soul Crystal, he would have a 90% chance of success. After all, using the Holy Sword required an Earth EP.
He even considered whether or not he should open his own Elemental Pool. But it wasn't worth it to be an Elementalist or a Spellblade for a 40 OZ Magic Item Pool. This was because it was best for the classes to be related to each other so that they could complement each other. The Elementalist, Spellblade, and Sun Knight all had their own system, and it was difficult for them to provide any help to the Warrior class. In Brando's mind, he had always treated the mercenaries as Warriors. After all, these two classes looked similar in the early stages, and even their skills were the same.
The only thing left was the 'Elemental Soul' quest that opened the Elemental Pool for normal people. He didn't know if there were any similar quests in this world.
Of course, those were things that happened a long time ago. He didn't have time to think too much about it. There was still a long way to go from here to the Forbidden Orchard, but he could still save 2 hours if he went straight. Using 2 hours to clear out the monsters and see if he could find another Elite Rotten Beast was Brando's goal.
Thinking of this, he stood up and patted Freya's shoulder. Then he said to the two ladies, "Okay, rest is over. Let's get ready to go."
Unfortunately, his action of comforting Freya out of goodwill ended up touching a part of her body that he shouldn't have touched. It felt good to the touch, and he could feel the softness and elasticity even through the layer of metal scales.
The atmosphere instantly froze.
Brando looked at our future Goddess of War's face that was initially red hot, then white, and then black. He wanted to explain, but what awaited him was the hilt of the Holy Sword slashing at him.
"Shameless bastard!"
"Wait, I didn't mean to — Wah!"
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