My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

Chapter 152
Do I have the aura of a villain? Kroon bared his teeth: "Where did you think you were?"

He breathed fire, and the long sword released orange-red light, and traces of hot steam steamed out from it.

"Do you know him? The signature skill of a high-level Crusader warrior?" he asked uncertainly.

"Ah, misunderstanding, misunderstanding." A smile immediately appeared on the bald boss's face, and his expression changed very naturally and calmly.

He put away his weapon and said to several apprentices: "It's okay. Let's go back to work. I was just joking with this adult."

Several apprentices put down their weapons and returned to the inner room. The bald boss bowed his head and said, "Sir, there is a misunderstanding! My name is Chasi Smith, and I also know several senior soldiers of the church."

Qiaxi smiled "hehe": "I am a good blacksmith, and I have been fortunate enough to help several adults build weapons and armor. I thought you were a person sent by a competitor to cause trouble."

"Since it's a misunderstanding, forget it." Kroun returned the sword to its sheath and waved his hand: "Are the five hundred pounds of fine iron ingots in stock?"

"Yes," Qiaxi nodded hurriedly. His competitors had no face to invite the church's second-level warriors.

"Or send it to your home, sir?"

"Yes." Croun took out three gold spirit coins and asked, "I want another five hundred pounds tomorrow. Do you still have the goods?"

"There must be something in stock," the bald boss nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.Selling refined iron ingots directly is not very profitable, but you can still make some money. Besides, hammering refined iron ingots is now a job for apprentices.

"Send it directly to me tomorrow morning. The time should be around eight o'clock in the morning." Croun gave the gold spirit coins to the boss: "The extra gold spirit coins are the deposit."

"No problem, I will deliver it to you personally tomorrow. I wonder what you call him?"

Qiaxi took the gold spirit coins and held them tightly in his hands, as if he was afraid they would fly away.

"Crown Moya."

"Sir, why don't you take a look at the weapons and armor here? We also accept customization. I can also make a star steel sword like the one you use."

Crown smiled: "No need for the time being, my current equipment has just been replaced not long ago."

Qiaxi is more like an authentic businessman: "Okay, if adults need repair services in the future, the store can also provide them at a discount for adults."

The apprentices in the blacksmith shop loaded the fine iron ingots into the cart and left with Crown.

At 12:30 noon, Kroun finished devouring [-] pounds of fine iron ingots. He specially used a few fine iron ingots to make two gadgets based on the images in his memory, a Transformers Optimus Prime and a fat... Cat Garfield.

[Spirit Control: 286/7000; Level [-]]

As the Soul Control Technique advances, although the gold-devouring ability of the Fire Cube becomes more efficient, the acquisition speed of proficiency drops significantly.

Crown began to meditate on the Golden Light Mantra to get rid of the evil thoughts of evil spirits.It was only because of the ability of the Golden Light Spell to exorcise evil that he could so unscrupulously improve his spirit control skills and his ability to control spirits without worrying about backlash.

After three great weeks, he called for the Golden Wall.

[Golden Light Spell: 46007/50000; Level [-]]

With another [-] proficiency levels, this core skill can be advanced again.

After walking out of the room, Kroun was preparing to cook. Two people were already waiting in the living room.

Del said with a smile: "Sir, Torres and I have already prepared what we need to prepare."

Now, the two people following him have become qualified chefs.

"You guys do have an eye for it. Torres didn't go to work today?" Crown said with a smile.

When the priest was helping to find a place to live, he also arranged a place for two other extraordinary people from Zac Town.Nelson and Torres lived next door to them, but unfortunately, the original four extraordinarys became three.

"It's my day off today. I came back too late yesterday and didn't ask you for help with breathing techniques and swordsmanship. I wonder if you're free this afternoon?"

"Okay, because I have something to go out in the evening and I have no plans in the afternoon. I will be free before five o'clock."

Crown nodded and walked into the kitchen to work.

. . . .

After being full of wine and food, Kroun and his party arrived at No. 36 Rose Street.

The signboard at the door has a silver base with fiery red and light gold patterns, forming a burning trophy.

At the bottom of the signboard, there are four large characters painted in gold: 'Holy Grail of Fire'.

"This is the property of the church and is only open to internal members. Warriors and priests from nearby neighborhoods often come here to exercise and keep themselves in fighting condition," Del said, speeding up a few steps to open the tawny wooden door.

The three of them entered the hall and stood in front of the nun in charge of reception.

The nun glanced at a few people and said with a smile: "Three of you, only members of the church are welcome here."

"Alice, it really saddens me that you don't recognize me anymore."

Torres said in an exaggerated aria and showed his nameplate.

The nun just calmly took the nameplate and returned it after checking that it was correct: "Torris, the Holy Grail of Fire welcomes you."

"You fascinate me."

"That's enough Torres, your time is precious." Del stopped his companion from chatting and handed over his nameplate, and Crown also handed over his.

After the nun inspected it and released it, the three of them walked through the hall and entered the real interior of the Holy Grail of Fire.

Inside was a spacious venue, and Crown had a sense of déjà vu as he entered a large gym.

There are various individual training equipment here, as well as several small training grounds separated by one-meter-high log-colored wooden boards.

Del asked: "Sir, are we training here or on the underground floor?"

"Where is it quieter?"

"It's about the same."

"Then stay here, open and bright."

Crown made a casual choice, and after the three warmed up, they put on training clothes and training weapons.

He shook the fluttering training sword, feeling quite uncomfortable: "It still feels good to fight with your own weapons."

Del smiled and said: "Everyone comes here mainly to maintain fighting status. If you really want to make a breakthrough, there is a private place. There is a fee. You can also spend some contribution points or some spiritual coins to ask for guidance from experts."

"Very good, you two saved a lot of money today. Come on one at a time." Crown walked into the training ground and stood in the middle. "I will discuss with you how to train breathing techniques to be more effective."

"I'll come first." Torres walked to the opposite side of him, bowed and said, "Sir, please give me your advice."

After saying that, he began to get into a posture, stimulating the flow of life in his body through movements.

After he performed a few sets of moves, Crown stopped: "Okay, this time, repeat the moves slowly and don't activate the source of life."

"Ok."

Torres agreed and slowly performed the breathing movements.

"Stop, with this action, your steps are too big. This will cause the source of life to have no time to reach the soles of your feet, affecting your subsequent actions."

After Kroun corrected the movements of the two, the three began to sparring at the training ground.

He was still able to face the attacks of the two men with ease, and constantly pointed out problems in the rhythm of the fight between the two.

While the two attackers were out of breath, his breathing remained very even.

"Okay, timeout." Crown felt the time and continued, "I can still train with you for two hours. Let's continue after a half-hour break."

"Oh, I'm exhausted. I'm going to get some water." Torres's face was red as if he had drunk a lot of wine.

"I'm with you," Del asked, "Sir, can I get you some water too?"

Crown waved his hand: "Thank you, no need."

After saying that, he took advantage of the break between the two of them to run the Giant Bear Breathing Technique and release Blade Storm.

In the past two days, he had been busy improving his proficiency in the Liver Spirit Control Technique, and he had neglected to practice other skills. The venue here was large enough, perfect for performing Blade Storm.He began to spin around and swing his weapon rapidly.

The blade quickly cut through the air, making a sound like a roaring wind. His training attracted the attention of many people. People practicing near him stopped their movements, and acquaintances came together and whispered.

"Wow, who is this? Why haven't I seen this sword skill before?"

"I haven't seen this person before. He should be a soldier who came from other places recently."

"What kind of sword skill is this? It's so cool. Does anyone know where you learned it?"

In the rest area of ​​the venue, a middle-aged man with a beard looked over when he heard the movement.

He pushed his companion beside him: "Tula, you also use a sword. How is that man's sword skills?"

The man named Tula stood up and took a few glances, shook his head slightly and said: "The attack of the sword is scattered but not concentrated, so it will be invincible against the novices. Against the masters, all I can say is 'haha'."

"Don't look down on people! Have you seen this sword skill before? What's its name?"

"I've never seen him before. His sword skills are flashy and he's not worthy of letting me know his name."

Tula looked back expressionlessly, "My attack can easily pass through that layer of sword light and hit the opponent."

Crown didn't expect that people would watch him practicing his sword skills, but he didn't care.

If someone learns this secret skill from his sword release skill, it can be regarded as someone else's skill.

In fact, the principle of sword skills is relatively simple. It uses the power of body rotation to swing the weapon quickly, but it requires high physical fitness.

If you don't have enough endurance, you will be exhausted and collapse after using it for a long time.

If the strength is not good enough, the attack will not do enough damage.

If the balance of the body is not enough, it will definitely be thrown into a dog shape.

. . . .

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Crown walked out of the training hall. After training, he took a simple shower and changed into clean clothes.

He wore a gray newsboy cap, a white shirt, a black vest, and a brown jacket.

Wearing black trousers and brown leather shoes.

It was inconvenient to carry a sword, so he only brought his two pistols.

He bought several gifts nearby.

A beautiful lady's hat decorated with flowers and feathers and a black pipe.

He remembered that his brother-in-law loved to smoke.

After buying the gifts, Crown flagged down a one-man public carriage and said, "Hello, I'm going to No. 12 Sycamore Street, Bolton District."

He got on the carriage, sat up and meditated on the golden light spell.

By the time he arrived at his destination, it was already 07:30 in the evening, and he underestimated the traffic jam in the city.

Maybe I can't make it in time for dinner, so why don't I eat something outside first? Crown got out of the carriage and was slightly dazed.

The driver smiled and leaned forward: "Sir, there are twelve silver coins in total."

"Why is it so expensive? Are the prices of your carriages different?" Crown felt that he had met a rip-off coachman.

"Sir, the new bill has been implemented for two months. Traffic jams will impose additional fees. You are a single employee, so the additional fees can only be borne by you."

Shit, this fee even exists here.

Cursing in his mind, Croun took out some silver coins and handed them to the driver. This time, he didn't give a tip.

In the end, Crown didn't choose to eat out. He knocked on the door of No. 12 Sycamore Street.

. . . .

Julia and Martin did not fight as usual. They noticed the disharmony between their parents and the slightly depressed atmosphere in the room.

The two children were holding hands and standing in the living room, somewhat at a loss.

"Boom, boom, boom"

There was a rhythmic knock on the door.

Croun knocked on the door, but no one came to open the door. He couldn't help but feel a little confused. There was a light on in the room.

"Boom, boom, boom"

This time, he pressed harder, and some dust fell from the top of the door.

Still no one opened the door, and there was no movement in the room.

Crown frowned, and he raised his arms, preparing to increase his strength again.

At this time, the door was half opened.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

A dull voice sounded, and you could tell from his tone that he was very unhappy now.

Although the person who opened the door had a light behind him, it did not affect Croun's vision.
He recognized the identity of the other person. The somewhat flamboyant young man also had weather-stained temples and did not have a mustache back then.

"Looking for you, Mr. Wilkerson. Isn't Tiffany home?"

"Who the hell are you?" Rodney's voice turned cold.

Crown saw a black muzzle pointing at him. It seemed that the owner of the pistol had already held it in his hand.

Is the security situation here so worrying?

Crown took a step back, raised his hands and said, "Relax, my brother-in-law. I am Crown."

"Crown? Why are you here?" Rodney's voice increased.

"Crown?" A female voice came from the room.

A lady with long chestnut hair poked her head out of the half-open door.

. . . .

Crown was sitting on the sofa, his arm being held by his sister.

Julia and Martin were held in the arms of their father.

At this time, the joy of meeting relatives has been overshadowed by sadness, and the air is moist with tears.

"Mom and dad are gone?"

Tiffany covered her mouth with her hands, tears in her eyes, "What happened? They have been in good health."

Rodney held his wife's hand: "Yeah, the last time we communicated, they said they would come here to see Julia and Martin if they had time."

"Supernatural event", Crown sighed:

"Several supernatural events occurred in Zach Town. After the gray fog fell, the place was attacked by mutant beasts. Many townspeople died, and only less than half of the original population came to Rhine City alive."

He was hugged tightly by his sister.

"You must be suffering a lot," Tiffany sobbed softly.

Crown was silent, stretched out his arms to hug this relative, and gently patted her shoulders, waiting for her emotions to stabilize.

"Tiffany, as I said, the world is getting more and more dangerous."

(End of this chapter)