Chapter 143: Chapter 133 Forgetfulness Spring (Two in One)_3
Immediately, he put all the returned Experience Points into this Sub Occupation, quickly reached Max Level again, and also acquired a new skill “Bloody Fine Brew LV1”.
This Sub Occupation Skill, slightly different from the regular “Brewing,” was unique to the Red Apple Church.
Although it was still Brewing, “Bloody Fine Brew” could incorporate supernatural materials to ultimately produce wine with mysterious powers.
This type of wine, somewhat similar to Alchemical Potions, could temporarily bestow some extraordinary abilities or provide enhancement effects, but overall, it was not as potent as the potions and required more materials.
After all, being a Sub Occupation, it was normal for it not to compare to the Main Occupation of a Supernatural Sequence.
But Chen Lun felt it could be profitable, whether for funding impoverished players in upcoming public tests or dealing with other Transcendents, a bottle of Supernatural Wine would definitely be a good choice.
After maxing out “Brewmaster,” Chen Lun restored the Skill Points and Attribute Points he earned to his panel, and the grey frozen status returned to normal. Then, he spent 4 Skill Points from his reserves and maxed out “Bloody Fine Brew.”
Many brewing details and techniques came to him naturally, and he seemed like a master brewer for many years, seasoned with experience.
Looking at the supernatural materials stored in his panel, countless ideas and various blending plans instantly formed in Chen Lun’s mind, and he was already eager to try them out.
“Once Connie has bought the equipment, I’ll start brewing the first bottle of Supernatural Wine…”
Nightfall arrived again.
Chen Lun walked alone on the street, bathed in the light cast by the Purple Moon.
His leather shoes tapped crisply on the cobblestones. Having just left Jack’s Manor, this road was rather secluded with few pedestrians.
Chen Lun released his palm, and the Silver Staff struck the ground, beginning to spin in place, finally pointing northeast.
“The remnants of the ‘Circus’ organization…”
The next moment, Chen Lun took out a black cufflink and fastened it onto his sleeve, stepping forward into a shadow that the street lights couldn’t reach.
Two pedestrians walking towards him on the street passed by him, seemingly not noticing him at all.
A pair of black wings emerged behind Chen Lun, and with a flap of his wings, he soared into the sky, heading northeast.
“Hey! What a strong wind…”
“It’s really strange.”
The hats of the two pedestrians were blown off to the ground, and after they bent down to pick them up, they glanced at each other, puzzled.
Under the cover of nightfall, Chen Lun flew above.
Even if someone looked up, they wouldn’t notice his trace.
As he flew past the Amber River, which separated the Inner and Outer City Districts, Chen Lun also observed the patrolling boats on the river and the checkpoints on the bridge.
“In the Outer City District?”
He swung the Silver Staff in his hand, and based on the direction it was pointing, he adjusted his course once more.
He accelerated, and a gusty wind blew in his face.
The buildings below formed a dense mass, with only sporadic lights visible, and many district street lights were unlit.
Soon, Chen Lun arrived at an industrial area.
Tall chimneys and boxy factory buildings were all made of red bricks. Moss and some dirt covered their outer walls, showing their age.
He landed in an open area, summoned a group of rats, and then directed them to scout around for him.
Squeak squeak squeak…
The mice made faint sounds as they dispersed towards various factory buildings.
Inside a certain factory building.
The corner fire crackled and sparks flew.
Five people, three men and two women, either standing or sitting, gathered around the fire, maintaining silence. A little further away, several dozen figures leaned against the wall.
A man threw a piece of wood into the fire.
“It’s been several days now, we need to make a decision whether to leave directly or pull off another job.”
The firelight shone on his face, showing a man with a beard.
“Both the Leader and the old guy are dead, taking eight of our members with them, are we sure we want to make any more moves?”
Another burly man in a tank top said solemnly.
“Leaving without scoring a last hit, are you guys really okay with that?”
A short-haired female with heavy makeup smoking a cigarette said coldly.
“The Leader and the others were ambushed by the Shelter, but the Shelter also suffered heavy losses. Now is a good opportunity since the Inner City District is void of supernatural forces…”
“Exactly, if we miss this opportunity and move to another city, it won’t be so easy to strike.”
A man next to the short-haired woman chimed in.
The burly man in the tank top shook his head.
“It’s too risky, I do not support this operation…”
The bearded man looked at the three of them and said:
“I also feel it’s not appropriate to strike now. The Inner City District has surely tightened security. We better leave quickly before the Shelter catches its breath and starts hunting us down.”
“Two against two, Maggie, what’s your opinion?”
As the voice of the short-haired woman sounded, everyone turned their gaze to another woman sitting on the other side of the fire.
Under her messy flaxen hair, her expression was deadpan.
“I’m not interested; I’d rather go to a zoo to watch gorillas mating than join you guys.”