Rogel took out two items and looked at them.
The Traveler’s Residual Spirit was a white pearl, with a flowing halo inside, seemingly sealing a perplexed soul.
Meanwhile, the Wailing Scarecrow appeared rather crude, looking like a toy a child would make casually, tattered and worn.
However, both of these items were quite good.
It seems that the Crate Dog can still drop some nice things.
Satisfied, Rogel temporarily put away the two items and began to enhance his attributes.
This time, Rogel leveled up twice in total, gaining four attribute points.
After pondering for a while, he added one point to each of the three attributes, then allocated one attribute point to Fog Flash.
[Fog Flash Lv3 → Fog Flash Lv4.]
Previously, Fog Flash had already leveled up once during battle, but Rogel did not immediately choose the upgrade direction; now was the right time to choose them all together.
At this time, the consumption of Fog Flash decreased again, allowing Rogel to increase the number of consecutive uses.
If used consecutively, he could use it at least six times.
However, in battle, Spiritual Value and Faith Value also recover, so he should be able to use it two or three more times in a single battle.
Next, he took out the Traveler’s Residual Spirit, chose to use it, and applied it to the Blacksmithing Skills.
[You have used the Traveler’s Residual Spirit to enhance the level of Blacksmithing Skills.]
[Blacksmith Lv2 → Blacksmith Lv3.]
After the enhancement, Rogel’s information also changed accordingly.
[Title: Rogel]
[Level: 7]
[Body: 11]
[Spirit: 11]
[Faith: 10]
[Tier: Extraordinary]
[Special Skills: Knowledge Comprehension Lv1, Fog Flash Lv4.]
[Life Skills: Fishing Lv7, Sailing Lv2, Mysticism Lv3, Artisan Lv2, Blacksmith Lv3, Cooking Lv1, Planting Lv2...]
After completing all these.
Rogel glanced at the small path ahead, obscured by the deep forest.
"The monsters on the first and second layers are mostly related to undead skeletons and the like."
"Is it a coincidence..."
"It seems necessary to quickly learn the skills obtained from the Skeleton Secret Witch before."
Rogel thought to himself.
He took a deep breath, let his game character quickly treat the wounds on his body, then took out the Key.
...
Mira Tavern.
This tavern was named after Mira.
Only Mira’s idiot brother, Yas, could do such a thing.
Due to a series of previous events, with the owner absent, Uncle Hijet began to help take care of the tavern.
[Thank you, Hijet.]
Yas said to Hijet upon returning to the tavern.
[You rascal, you finally came back, I nearly worked myself to death.]
Seeing Yas return, Hijet unhesitatingly put down his work and sat to the side.
[I’ve already driven away that old leech, Norm.]
[That miser whose mind is full of money still hasn’t given up on you after all these years...]
[I must say, if he hadn’t been so greedy back then...]
Uncle Hijet lit a cigarette and began to grumble away.
Yas listened in silence.
When Uncle Hijet had almost finished talking, Yas spoke up.
[Uncle Hijet, Mira and I are leaving.]
Upon hearing this, Uncle Hijet paused.
[Leaving? To where?]
[To sail, to find a way to heal Mira.]
[...]
Uncle Hijet remained silent, lighting another cigarette, staring dazedly at the smoke he exhaled.
[You’re doing the right thing.]
[Mira shouldn’t just die like this.]
[When are you planning to leave?]
Uncle Hijet asked.
[After this fighting tournament ends.]
Yas said.
Upon hearing this, Uncle Hijet looked at Yas incredulously, with a hint of surprise in his tone.
[Does that mean you’re planning to participate in the fighting tournament?]
It was evident Uncle Hijet misunderstood him, Yas wanted to express his true thoughts.
But when he saw the look in Uncle Hijet’s eyes, his words got stuck in his throat.
If there was anything he and Mira were attached to on this island, it would be Uncle Hijet right in front of them.
Hijet was once an excellent fighter, quite famous in Nadewilo.
But for some reason, his wrist was injured, forcing his fighting career to come to an end.
Yas and Mira had known him for a long time.
At the time, the brother and sister were starving, rummaging through garbage cans.
This down-and-out tramp living by the trash can handed them half a wheat cake.
Despite Hijet’s own tough life, he often aided Yas and Mira.
Hijet always hoped Yas would become an outstanding fighter.
But he never nagged Yas like Norm did, instead, he understood his decision not to fight anymore.
It was only at this moment that Yas suddenly realized.
Perhaps, Mira was not his only family.
Uncle Hijet, standing right in front of him, was also his family.
With this thought, Yas spoke the word Hijet most wanted to hear.
[Yes.]
[Damn it! Hahaha! This is just amazing!]
[Yas, you finally figured it out, hahaha...]
Hijet, overjoyed, grabbed a beer beside him and took a good swig.
Seeing Hijet so happy, Yas couldn’t help but smile too.
Someone once ridiculed Yas.
They said that fighting to earn money for his sister didn’t make him a qualified fighter.
But Yas didn’t think so.
He didn’t understand what the true significance of a fighter’s battle was.
But he knew.
If winning battles meant Mira wouldn’t go hungry, would make Hijet happy...
Then every punch he threw had meaning!
...
Back on the Gelin, Rogel found Lina.
As soon as Lina saw Rogel, a "!" instantly popped up on her head.
She quickly came to Rogel’s side, examining his injuries.
[What’s going on? Where did you go? Why are you covered in wounds?]
Lina asked worriedly, her hands never stopping.
[...I went to find a way to cure Mira.]
Rogel scratched his head and smiled.
Although the chances of finding an answer in the Land Cave weren’t high, it was better than rushing around aimlessly like a headless chicken.
Lina didn’t speak, just focused on treating each of Rogel’s wounds.
She wasn’t angry.
It was just a question; anyone would be startled by such a sight.
Compared to what Rogel went to do, Lina was more concerned about the severity of his injuries.
After a while, Lina breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, they were only superficial wounds, nothing too dangerous.
[Dummy!]
[Stop doing dangerous things all the time!]
Lina playfully found a spot on Rogel’s head without injuries and gave him a slap.
[Okay, okay!]
Rogel made his game character nod like a pecking chick.
[Wait here, I’ll go brew some oral medicine for you.]
Lina rolled her eyes and headed toward the medical room.