The crystal [Lord of Mist] was the size of a palm, lying quietly in Kieran's hand. The turbid substance inside was slightly dispersed and looked a little transparent but very little.
The changes on the surface were very subtle, requiring a closer look to notice.
The changes to the attributes were obvious though.
[Name: Lord of Mist]
[Type: ETC]
[Rarity: I]
[Attack: None]
[Defense: I]
[Attribute: 1. Mist Control; 2. Poison Mist Assault; 3. Freezing Air Assault]
[Effect: 1. Land of Sicar; 2. Reply; 3. Bless]
[Prerequisite: Spirit I, Title of Mist]
[Able to bring out of dungeon: Yes]
[Remark: An item that was accidentally born during the Black Cataclysm. Unlike your predecessor's crude usage, it is slowly showing its true power in your hands. After a perfect kill, you are starting to gain full control over it but when using it, you still need to have a powerful Spirit and willpower and the corresponding title.]
…
[Mist Control: Summon a 200-meter radius mist and shroud everything in sight, 2/day]
[Poison Mist Assault: Spread a B + rank poison mist inside the mist, targets will have to go through 3 times. Targets who fail all three times will be inflicted with lethal poison damage; targets who fail twice will be inflicted with a Powerful poison attack; targets who fail once will be inflicted with a Strong poison attack; targets who pass all three will be immune to the poison attack but will still be trapped in the mist.]
[Freezing Air Assault: Able to launch a Weak to Average freezing air attack inside the mist, the freezing air cannot leave the mist's range.]
…
[Land of Sicar: Within the Land of Sicar, the title of Mist has been acknowledged. With the Lord of Mist, you can move the mist in Land of Sicar at will and infuse it with poison mist and freezing air (cannot go beyond the range of the poison mist and freezing air), but it will consume your stamina accordingly.]
[Reply: You have been treated as the God of Mist, you can use the Lord of Mist to reply to the prayers of your believers, but it will consume your stamina accordingly.]
[Bless: Within the Land of Sicar, when your believers pray to you, you can consume stamina to bless them with the mist (Blessing of Mist: Able to see clearly inside the mist, able to resist poison and cold)]
…
His original attributes had increased to varying degrees.
As for the new attribute [Frost Invasion], it was undoubtedly because he had killed the Crippling Cold.
"Hunt?"
Kieran narrowed his eyes when he saw the conspicuous notification in the remarks.
He started to wonder if this was the reason why Broker wanted to enter this place.
This dungeon world was obviously different from the others.
As long as he had some special tools, he would be able to obtain the most direct power through the most direct 'hunting'. At the same time, he would also be able to obtain support.
Kieran turned his attention to the new effect [Blessing].
He could already imagine what would happen if he combined [Blessing] with [Reply]. It seemed like becoming a God wasn't impossible after all.
With just a little bit of work, it could be achieved perfectly.
On top of that, as his forces expanded, the special effect [Land of Sicar] would grow bigger as well.
"Is becoming a 'god' here your goal?"
"Or perhaps …"
"One of your goals?"
Kieran muttered to himself.
Against an opponent like Broker, no matter how careful he was, it wouldn't be too much.
He didn't want to fall short because of a moment of carelessness.
Therefore, after sending some messages to Bloody Mary, he put away [Lord of Mist] and walked out of his room, heading to the lobby of Anan Hotel.
He had to confirm some things with Pol again.
As for Pol lingering in front of his door?
Kieran didn't care at all.
It wasn't like Pol really disturbed him.
Inside the lobby of the hotel, everyone was discussing what happened just now.
The title of the Mist was being mentioned ceaselessly.
Some were doubtful.
Some were excited.
Some were just there to join in the fun.
The doubtful ones were obviously the believers of God of War.
The excited ones were some of the followers of the God of War.
The ones who joined in the fun were those who had nothing better to do. There was no lack of such people anywhere.
Kieran, on the other hand, didn't interrupt the discussions when he walked in, just like how they never knew the God they were discussing was walking past them.
"Good morning, Corin.
Would you like something to drink? "
"My treat."
When Kieran sat in front of Pol, Pol spoke out of instinct. However, the moment the words escaped his mouth, the not-so-wealthy merchant instantly realized what kind of suicidal words he said.
What if the Flaming Devil before him had a huge appetite and ate all the food in the Anan Hotel again?
No, impossible!
He had just finished his breakfast.
He shouldn't be too hungry.
'Right!
Not too hungry! '
Pol comforted himself in his heart.
As a matter of fact, just as Pol expected, Kieran wasn't that hungry after breakfast.
But …
It wasn't Kieran's style to reject someone who was treating him to a meal.
So, he turned around and waved at Khorów.
Lagren walked over with a face full of smiles.
Although the headache hit him and made him feel uncomfortable for a while, he clearly heard Pol's generous words. As someone who knew how much Kieran could eat, Khorów couldn't think of any reason to reject. After all, it was all Gold Purton!
Only at that moment, did Khorów feel that Kieran was a decent customer.
A single person was equivalent to a hundred people.
No matter where, as long as one paid, one would be a good customer and would be welcomed.
"Give me 10 servings of roast meat.
"And the pickled vegetables you made."
"There's no need for bread. If you want egg cakes, give me more."
Kieran said before Khorów could speak.
The place wasn't too far away from the kitchen, he could smell it clearly. The hotel's lunch was roast meat, bread, pickled vegetables, and steamed chicken cakes.
"Okay, coming right up."
Khorów smiled as he greeted the waiter.
Pol, on the other hand, was calculating the cost of this meal.
10 servings wasn't much of a deal.
But the most important thing was the prefix 'first come'.
If the roast meat tasted good …
Pol instantly covered his wallet. If Kieran continued to eat like this, Pol had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to reach Castle Aïtantin and would have to find another way to survive.
'Don't worry, I won't eat you all at once.'
Kieran, who knew how to be thrifty, muttered in his heart before he spoke.
"Before this, when we met, who were you praying to?"
Kieran asked.
"I don't know.
It was the other party who contacted me.
When I was in danger, the other party's words appeared in my heart — the tone was gentle, didn't seem malicious and told me that the help was free.
"But I know that free is the most expensive."
Pol shook his head and didn't try to hide the truth.
It wasn't the first time Pol answered Kieran's question, so this time, he wasn't impatient at all. He tried his best to be as detailed as possible, but he didn't know much.
"Mm."
Kieran nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
The entry point was Pol.
Through Pol, Kieran would enter this dungeon world.
Then, he would seize the authority of the Mist.
Or the authority of other pagans.
Then, he would continue to grow.
Although he didn't have a deep understanding of the pagans in this dungeon world, Withering Branch and Resting Deer's attitude told Kieran that the pagans in this dungeon world weren't friendly, it was normal for them to hunt each other.
Sitting there, Kieran started to deduce what Broker would do after entering this dungeon world.
He hoped to find out Broker's true goal.
Then, naturally, Kieran thought of the War Shrine and Lady Calamity.
Based on Broker's possible development, Kieran couldn't avoid these two no matter what.
Among them, Lady Calamity, who rose to power after the Black Cataclysm, was more noteworthy.
"What do you know about Lady Calamity?"
Kieran asked.
"Believe me, I don't know as much as you do.
I'm just a merchant at the outskirts of Mozaar, relying on my wits and luck to make a fortune. Before that, I didn't have a good life.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have sought a more reliable identity for myself. "
Pol laid his hands open with a bitter smile.
He believed Kieran could understand what he was trying to say.
Or rather, every player could understand what he was trying to say.
Before gaining absolute power, the most important thing for a player wasn't to explore the dungeon world, but to match the identity of the player. Kieran went through this process before.
So, Kieran nodded.
He agreed with what Pol said.
But it didn't mean he would give up.
"Who do you think knows all these?"
Kieran asked.
Pol didn't answer, instead, he looked at Khorów.
His meaning was obvious.
Likewise, Khorów, who was being stared at, responded to Kieran.
Kieran and Pol didn't hide what they said from him. With his hearing, he heard everything clearly in such a close distance.
Instinctively, Khorów wanted to reject.
However, before the words escaped his mouth, Lagren hesitated.
His' illness' was getting more and more serious, and it was hard to say when he would completely pass away. Rather than dying in such an obscure way, it was better to explain everything clearly.
Lagren had an idea in his mind.
"Let's eat first.
After that, we'll talk. "
The roast meat was brought out.
The whole ribs marinated in coarse salt were grilled over the fire and cut into pieces, filling up a big plate neatly. The green pepper was added as a small seasoning and served together with the meat. There wasn't any real pepper or cumin. For the Land of Sicar, spices were a rarity, even though Aïtantin had a spice garden. However, the garden was closer to the south of Aïtantin, it was still a precious item in the north.
Naturally, being precious meant that it would be expensive.
Common hotels wouldn't be able to provide it.
If one wanted to eat it, one would have to prepare it himself or go to the restaurant in Aïtantin Castle.
The egg cake was placed in a big bowl, with some chopped spring onions sprinkled on top. The golden and emerald green color was appetizing, but again, there was no sauce.
The side dish was a type of wild herb that grew all over the wild. No one purposely planted it, so it was cheap. Therefore, a big bowl was filled and placed beside Kieran.
Kieran grabbed the roast meat, mixed it with the green pepper, and put it into his mouth.
Kak, Kak!
The meat juices and the green pepper's texture matched perfectly.
Especially the heaviness of the meat, it suppressed the slight bitterness of the green pepper.
The green pepper was also imported from the south.
However, unlike other vegetables, which were delicate, the green pepper had the vitality of a wild herb, able to grow anywhere. When the northerners realized the slight bitterness of the green pepper was a great antidote to greasy food, it was instantly loved by all the northerners.
After all, not everyone could enjoy tea leaves like the nobles.
After swallowing the roast meat, Kieran scooped up a big piece of the egg cake and put it into his mouth.
The heat was just right, not too old and not too thin, maintaining the chewy texture.
Although it was just a concoction of coarse salt, the freshness of the eggs was enough to make people praise them. Just like the side dishes, they were so fresh and crisp.
A mouthful of roast meat and a mouthful of egg cake.
Kieran cleaned up the food for 10 people like a tornado sweeping away the clouds.
Gluttony quietly sent him the urge to eat more, but Kieran held himself back.
A sheep should not be harvested all the time.
Especially when there was only one.
He must cherish and protect it more.
Kieran taught Gluttony when he saw Pol's anxious expression.
He didn't care whether Gluttony understood him or not, he looked at Khorów.
"Done eating?"
Lagren asked.
"It's not lunchtime yet, I have to hold myself back for lunch."
Kieran replied.
'You've eaten lunch for 10 people!'
Lagren's mouth twitched a little before he turned around to his courtyard.
Kieran hurried to catch up.
Pol hesitated for a while before following.
Back at Khorów's courtyard, Lagren invited both of them into his room.
It wasn't the first time for both Kieran and Pol to enter this common room.
Other than the necessary furniture, there were no decorations in the room.
Even a commoner wouldn't do that.
He looked like an ascetic.
"Sit."
Khorów brought in two stools from outside and signaled Kieran and Pol to sit before he sat on the bed.
"Do you know anything about Demon Hunters?"
Khorów went straight to the point.
"Em."
Kieran nodded.
It wasn't a lie. He knew about Demon Hunters, but not in this world.
Bohr, on the other hand, knew more.
"Rumor has it that the Demon Hunters were wiped out during the investigation of the Black Cataclysm, right?"
Pol looked at Lagren as he spoke.
"No need to test me.
"I'm one of the Demon Hunters that you said should be dead."
And I am not the only one. "
Lagren said in an upset tone.
Pol touched his nose awkwardly and sized up Khorów's fat body. Hmm, how should he put it? Khorów didn't look like the rumored Demon Hunters.
"What's wrong?
Can't I put on some weight after retirement? "
Lagren glared at Pol again.
He then turned to Kieran.
Kieran made an unfamiliar hand gesture to Kieran: put his palms together and rotate his right hand anti-clockwise. When the four fingers of his right hand were interlocked with his left index finger, the little finger of his left hand was slightly down. When the thumbs of both hands were raised up high, the morning sun shone in and a shadow of a wolf's head appeared on the opposite wall.
"Have you seen it before?"
Lagren asked.
"Yes."
Kieran nodded. When Lagren showed surprise on his face, he continued, "I didn't just see it before, I'm also very good at hand shadow acting. Not just wolves, I can also do pigeons, foxes and snakes."
Lagren: …
.。 m.
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