Shadow Covenant

Chapter 62 "Weak Toxin Resistance"

The last image in Woody's mind was of him opening the dark car, getting in, and then being unable to hold on any longer.

Fighting day and night, in addition to the high mental tension, there are toxins in the blood affecting his body.

Hallucinations, drowsiness, and exhaustion came one after another like overwhelming mountains.

……

Opening his eyes slightly again, the familiar yet unfamiliar European-style ceiling came from his hazy retina...

This is his room.

The need of his body made him groan subconsciously, and the regained perception realized that there was someone nearby.

He pursed his dry and chapped lips and murmured.

"...Water... Is there any water?"

"Ah... Yes! Wait..." It was another familiar voice, and the owner of the voice seemed a little surprised.

Woody's thoughts were a little chaotic before he had time to think about who it was. With a rustle, he felt his body lying on the bed being dragged up by his back.

The hand is small, and the owner of the hand is still trembling, obviously not strong enough.

Woody's waist exerted a little force, allowing his body to sit up with this force, leaning against the soft bedside cushion of the same color as the quilt cover.

Then Woody, whose consciousness was gradually waking up, felt a touch of the cold glass rim sticking to his dry lips, and then warm water poured into his dry mouth and flowed into his dry throat, and he swallowed faster and faster. faster.

Perhaps because he was worried that he would choke if he drank too quickly, Woody felt the rim of the cup tilt upwards slightly, reducing the speed of the water flow.

"Cousin, drink slowly, there are many more..." The other party persuaded, as if coaxing a two or three-year-old human cub, full of patience and gentleness.

In a huge wine estate, someone who can use this title to talk to him.

There was only his cousin, the daughter of his aunt—Verlando Edith.

But without the naughty and tit-for-tat of the past, she looks more and more like her mother, Mrs. Susan.

After drinking the water in the glass, he opened his eyes completely, and what appeared in his field of vision was Veranduo's beautiful young girl's face. A porcelain cup, with one hand holding a cotton cloth that was about to wipe the water stains on his lips, his light blue eyes were full of joy and worry.

"Vilanduo, I'll do it myself."

He raised his slightly jerky right hand, took his cotton cloth, and wiped it on his lips indiscriminately.

Then he met the helpless eyes of the blond noble girl.

He tried to restore himself to his usual indifference, pretending to be relaxed.

"I'm used to it. I'm not porcelain, so I don't need to clean it carefully."

"By the way, Veranduo, don't you have to go to class today?"

Woody tried to change the subject.

"...Cousin forgot, tomorrow is the Harvest Festival..."

Wei Landuo looked at the boy's slightly unfamiliar golden animal eyes, feeling a little unnatural, but she felt relieved when she thought that all of this was the fault of that hateful woman.

Of course she wouldn't say that she had specially asked for half a day off to come back, anyway, she didn't like to attend the two theology classes this afternoon.

Looking at her makes my head hurt, don't talk about it.

In particular, the teacher cites her mother's belief in God to make the originally sluggish family rich and happy.

She disagrees with this.

That teacher didn't know how much her mother had put in for the family. She locked herself in the study every night. Sometimes when she woke up at twelve o'clock in the evening, she could see that the light in the study opposite the manor was still on. .

How could it be because of belief in God? All of this is due to my mother's own efforts...

"Harvest Festival... How many days have I been in a coma?"

Woody was a little puzzled, remembering that before he passed out, there were at least two days before the Harvest Festival.

"It's been a day and a night. You didn't know yesterday that when you came back, you shocked me and my mother."

"If the doctor hadn't said you were still alive, I would have thought..."

The aristocratic girl patted her small chest, and even now she still has lingering fears when she thinks about it.

At that time, Woody's appearance in the carriage was not good-looking, not to mention the black blood scab on his chest, but the colorful face made of toxins, it was enough to scare people around him who had never seen Woody like this before.

If it wasn't for the heaving chest, people would mistake him for dead.

Fortunately, my mother made a decisive decision and used the powerful healing potion that the family had bought from the temple. At that time, Woody's original livid color was much better. Later, he invited a private doctor to check it out. After confirming that there was no problem, he was relieved.

"What happened to you that day? You were injured so badly, you were poisoned, your eyes... even my mother didn't allow me to ask outside, and I didn't dare to say..."

Wei Landuo was a little concerned, and it was obvious that there was no one to complain to in the past few days, which made her a little depressed.

"Meet a bad guy."

Woody skipped it intentionally, but Verando stood up for him.

"That's not what you should do. This is what the city guard should do. They charge so much sponsorship from us every year. It's for nothing..."

The girl imitated her mother's old-fashioned tone, but immediately fell down again.

"Cousin Woody, promise me that you will run away next time you encounter danger, and don't just stand there and let others beat you, okay..."

There was a bit of pleading in her voice, especially the hope in those pale blue eyes.

Woody choked up all of a sudden, and thought for a long time before speaking leisurely.

"If you can't escape..."

"It's impossible not to run away. You have me, mother, and Uncle Cromwell. We will help you. Don't take risks next time, cousin Woody."

"Stay quietly in the manor and learn to carve. I really like your carved ornaments. You will definitely become a master carver in the kingdom in the future..."

Woody didn't know what to say at the requesting gaze cast by the innocent girl. He could only nod silently and fell into deep thought.

Seeing Woody getting depressed, Weilando thought that the boy in front of him was tired again.

So although there were still a lot of things I wanted to ask and say, I stopped talking, picked up the porcelain cup, took the cotton cloth and got out of bed, saying that I would prepare some pea broth for him, and inform my mother along the way.

Woody nodded to express his understanding, and then looked at the back of the girl who had never taken off the long skirt of the noble academy, and was silently absent-minded.

"But what if everyone can't escape..." Knowing that two years later, the fiery red comet is about to fall to the earth, giving this broken world the final blow, Woody felt a little stuck in his heart.

At this time, his retina was already filled with rows of data information prompts.

Woody clicked to check.

Then a line of data jumped out directly, occupying all his sights.

——"Your immunity has decreased, and the poisoning state has increased."

——"Reduce 3 points of health..."

——"You have entered a coma."

——"Physique restores 1 point of life..."

——"You have taken a powerful healing potion and are recovering."

——"Add 20 health points"

——"The poisoning state is weakened."

……

Until the end, a row of data appears.

——"The poison disappears, the saving throw is successful"

——"You have received a total of 60 points of poison damage, and you have developed a certain resistance to poison..."

——"Immunity +3, you have obtained the "Weak Poison Resistance" feat. "

……

It is not easy to obtain the Weak Resistance Specialty even among the saints in the previous life. It takes the player's body to endure the torment and damage brought by the environment for dozens of hours in order to have a certain chance of obtaining it. The longer the support, the lower the probability of obtaining it. higher.

Therefore, in the Northland, you can often see players taking off their clothes and lying in the ice and snow, just to exercise their resistance to the cold.

Like the frost-blooded orcs living in the north, their cold resistance is at least moderate, and they can be largely immune to the effects of cold on the body. When the white dragon was born, the cold resistance was high, and it was even directly immune to the cold system. Damage from spells or spell-like spells.

Therefore, when the winter wolves, the overlord of the Northland, hunted the white dragon, they relied more on their sharp minions, rather than the cold breath bestowed by magic.

With Woody's thinking, the brand-new panel was also displayed in front of his eyes.

——"Name: Woody."

——"Race: Human."

——「属性：力量14、敏捷18（+1）、体质18（+1）、智力15、感知17（+2）、魅力12。」

——"Faction: lawful neutral."

——"Background: Noble"

——"Occupation: Level 4 Demon Hunter (Tier [-])."

——"Health Points: 32/51."

——"Experience points: 301."

——"Skill points: 0."

——"Attribute points: 0."

——"Status: weak."

——「背景技能：贵族礼仪10、估价12、雕塑20、交涉14、威吓2、演讲3、欺诈8、表演6。」

——「职业技能：知识5、免疫29、生存5、剑术43、潜行53、陷阱5、运动13、炼金18。」

——"Professional specialties: extensive knowledge, demon-hunting heart, fighting style (Shadow Snake School), spirit-hunting oath "extraordinary" (telepathy) (evil nemesis). "

——"Universal Specialties: Ingenuity, Toughness, Intuitive Reflexes, Tenacity, Weak Poison Resistance."

—— "Sign: Eye of Crows, Shadow Protection."

—— "Items: +1 dimensional ring, +1 white wolf mask, +1 plastic stone gloves, simple natural shrine..."

……

　It's too late, there should be three more shifts today!Take your time, ask for monthly tickets, recommendations, and follow-up, thank you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)