Kill me again, Miss Witch

He blinked, and his breathing gradually became heavy.

Finally upgraded!

And it's still going up to level 8!

Shaar squeezed his fist vigorously and took a deep breath.

Although he had expected such a situation, when the result was in front of him, Shaar still couldn't help feeling a strong joy.

What he didn't expect was that the increase in experience this time was in units of levels, which can be called a qualitative leap. This has never happened in the past ten years, even if he was killed by the cult leader for the first time. After that, it was only about one level up.

After all, after each level up, the experience value required for the next level will increase exponentially.

According to such inferences, that extremely demonic woman is definitely the strongest existence in the entire continent, and undoubtedly possesses the personality of a god!

Thinking of this, Xiaya felt lighthearted and found his future direction.

It seems that the gap in strength between the witch and himself is too large, so that the experience points gained are beyond the limit, so it can be used as the biggest upgrade point in the medium term or even in the long term.

This is not wool?

With this in mind, Shaar instantly left behind the pain of being killed by the black mist just now, looked at the magic matrix on the ground, and wanted to perform the ceremony again.

"I almost forgot, the most important imaginary stone powder in the ceremony has been used up."

Shaar stopped what he was doing, shook his head and said.

The price of this powder is too expensive, and it is a forbidden item that cannot be circulated in the Hillen Empire. Every gram is worth a thousand gold. Even he currently does not have any excess stock.

However, Xiaya knows where to get it, so don't worry about it for the time being, and focus on the free attribute points that will be given every time the system is upgraded.

He opened the character template and fell into thinking.

【Name: Char Adelaide】

【Level: LV.34】

【Race: Human】

【Age: 16 years old】

[Position: Quasi-Knight/Magic Apprentice]

【Physical Strength: 53】

【Intelligence: 38】

【Charm: 10】

【Lucky: 21】

According to the previous description of the system, every value of an ordinary adult male is around 5 points, and there will be no obvious fluctuations.

[Physical strength] This item covers a wide range, roughly including endurance, strength, agility, and defense, so once you add points, you will get an all-round physical improvement.

And this value also just corresponds to his current cultivation level - quasi-knight.

As mentioned before, after binding the system, Shaar can no longer improve his strength through normal means. Whether it is exercising the body or meditating, only by upgrading and adding points can he become as strong as others.

So when Shaar had just been promoted to LV.20, and [Physical Strength] reached 40 points, the system once popped up the option of [Whether to be promoted to "Quasi-Knight"].

The general training method in this world is the same as most RPG games, divided into knight route and mage route, so quasi-knight is not a title or honor, but only represents the second realm of knight route, while the first realm is called Serve as knights.

By analogy, [Intelligence] of course represents the level benchmark of the mage route, but Shaar usually doesn't pay much attention to the addition of this aspect, so he still stays at the initial level of the magic apprentice.

After a while, Char decided to use the 14-8-0-2 way of adding points.

Free attribute points are very precious, so Shaar will never use such boring values ​​as [Charm], and even luck is rarely added.

[Is it promoted to "Warlock"? 】

"Yes."

[Intelligence] After reaching the promotion standard, the system really popped up an option, which is the second realm of the mage route.

After doing all this, Shaar squeezed his fist, feeling that the total amount of power and magic power has been greatly improved.

The road ahead is clear, the most urgent task is to collect enough imaginary stone powder for the transfer ceremony, but even if there is a channel, a lot of money is still needed.

"Let's do it for now."

He looked at the gray glimmer of light revealed through the crack of the door, and said softly.

After a busy night without sleep, and was killed by the black mist once, I am a little hungry now.

......

Pushing open the door, the interior of an ordinary residential house came into view.

Shaar walked up the stairs, closed and locked the cellar door, obviously, the secret room was hidden underneath.

Since this place is only used as a ritual base and there is no food stored, after searching around, Shaar chose to go out after finding nothing.

Through the narrow alleys, Shaar stepped on the damp cobblestone road to Sikh Street. The sun had not yet risen, and the sky was gray, looking a little depressing.

But for the impoverished civilians of the Lower West Side, a new day has begun.

Both sides of the street are crowded with low and simple buildings. The surrounding air is a bit muddy, mixed with various voices, and there is a shout from time to time. People come and go in worn-out clothes, looking numb for life Run around for your next meal with the family.

If you take a closer look, you will find that laborers, traders, women, beggars, alcoholics... countless so-called inferior people have become the most basic components here.

Such a phenomenon is not uncommon in the four districts of the downtown area, and even has a tendency to become the norm.

Since 1374 in the new calendar, after the Roundtable Noble Conference passed the "Urban Area Division Management Act", the huge royal capital has been divided into two areas, the "upper city" and the "lower city" by a city wall.

Inside the city wall is the prosperous royal capital, and outside the city wall are the four districts of the lower city that "loyally" guard the royal capital.

In order to better clean up the appearance of the city, the public security department drove tens of 70 low-income civilians to live in the lower city, and ordered them not to enter the city without complete procedures and legitimate reasons.

Even if the formalities are completed, you still need to pay a high fee of ten copper coins per person.

In the lower city, one copper coin can buy a piece of black bran bread, which is barely enough for a poor family of two to have lunch.

This move knocked down countless low-level people who originally relied on the prosperous industries of the royal capital into the abyss, and cut off their hope of life. The reason may be that during a certain round table meeting, some nobleman inadvertently mentioned the sentence "and the next generation!" It feels unhygienic to wait for someone to live with."

Looking at the oppressive scene in front of him, Xia silently left here.

Although I sympathize with their current situation, but to put it bluntly, even Shaar himself is a "noble lord" who lives in the upper city and is about to inherit his father's title at the age of 16. The cat cries for the mouse.

I bought a piece of freshly baked toast at a deserted bakery on the corner of the street, put it in a paper bag and tucked it under my arm, and ate it while walking.

After a while, he was attracted by a group of people gathered by the side of the road. They turned their backs to Shaar and seemed to be discussing something.

Originally, he didn't want to join in the excitement, but after hearing a burst of heart-piercing childish cries, Shaar was silent for a while, and then took a few steps closer.

It was a dirty and messy alley accompanied by a stinking ditch, with simple sheds built on both sides, extending to an invisible distance.

The cry came from one of the sheds.

Silently listening to the sighs and discussions of the people around him, Xia gradually understood the specifics of the whole matter.

A poor family that is very common in the lower urban area, without even a decent house, relying on the few copper coins earned by the man working as a porter on the dock every day and the income of the woman sewing, it is hard to survive. give up life.

But one day, an accident happened during the transportation. The man fell from the carriage and was run over by the wheels from his thigh. After moving home, he was in pain for two days and two nights, and died.

The sudden collapse of the pillars was undoubtedly a devastating blow to the only remaining mother and daughter. Perhaps the youngest daughter, who was still innocent, did not understand what it meant, but the woman knew very well that relying on her to mend clothes for others, she was always The income is only one copper plate all day long, and there is no way to even fill the stomach.

So, like the vast majority of poor women in the lower urban area who have no support, in order to survive, women choose to degenerate.

Once, twice, three times...

In this era where there are no rigorous means of evasion, every afterthought means a big gamble.

It is very ironic that she has been living a miserable life of poverty for the past few decades, but this time, the goddess of luck "has mercy" on her.

After confirming the symptoms and knowing that she was pregnant, the woman was not hysterical, but calm as usual, doing mending and sewing during the day and attracting guests at night.

At the end of the day, relying on the few copper coins she earned, the woman bought a piece of bread mixed with only a small amount of bran very extravagantly, had a hearty meal with her young daughter, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Never woke up again.

After the woman bought the bread, she "dropped in" to the herbal shop across the street, and used the money she earned from selling her body to buy a pack of highly poisonous purple pine flower powder and sprinkle it in the bread.

Perhaps this is the silent complaint of the weak against the times.

For some reason, the little girl who also ate the bread did not die. When she woke up and saw the cold body, she didn't understand what it meant. She just gently pushed her mother as usual and told her that she was hungry.

It wasn't until a few minutes ago that she understood the fact that "my mother can't wake up after falling asleep" under the explanation of the people around her.

Seeing the little girl crying on her mother's corpse, trembling in the cold wind, Xia Ya's mind suddenly came up with the bustling upper city and the glamorous and luxurious life of those nobles and tyrants.

Looking at the time scale, perhaps in future history books, the move to divide the upper and lower cities is just a line or two of pen and ink to record, and even historians will hold a conservative praise for the round table bill .

But for the little girl's family of three, and even the hundreds of thousands of impoverished people in the lower urban area, this is a sudden disaster.

Shaar couldn't help thinking of a sentence.

A speck of dust of the times, falling on a person's head is like a mountain.

Chapter 6 Strange Rumors

After losing her parents, it is almost impossible for a little girl who seems to be only four or five years old to survive in the harsh downtown environment.

Everyone is working hard for themselves, and having an extra mouth means an extra expense.

Xiaya silently watched from behind the crowd.

After a while, an old man at the head of the crowd suddenly leaned on a cane, slowly turned around and looked at the gathered crowd of onlookers, tremblingly took out the only four copper coins from his pocket, and then whispered Said: "They are all neighbors who live on Sikh Street. Those who are capable come to me to chip in. One or two copper coins is not too little. Let the poor little guy bury his mother first."

"Of course, the premise is that it will not affect your own lives... After all, it is always shameful to be generous to others."

The old man seemed to be very prestigious around here. After saying this, the crowd was silent for a while, and then stretched their hands into their pockets.

One for you, two for me, three for him...

Except for a few onlookers who sneaked away hesitantly, the others more or less did their part.

Soon, the old man's hands were full of copper coins.

I counted them a little, and they add up to about thirty pieces, and the cheapest fir coffin needs at least forty copper pieces, not counting the land management fee to be paid to the cemetery after the burial.

But for this group of impoverished civilians, it is already the limit. They also have their own families, wives, and young children.

The old man sighed: "It's okay, it's okay, let me figure out a way... Maybe it's a good choice to ask old Hep who made the coffin."

After discussing for a while, the crowd gradually dispersed.

For them who are running around to beg for a living, they don't dare to stay too long even to give alms and mercy.

Soon, there were only two people left in the messy alley.

The old man raised his head, only then did he notice a well-dressed young man standing in front of him. He was handsome and had an extraordinary temperament. He seemed a bit out of tune with the overall tone of Sikh Street.

He hesitated for a moment, and then said in a humble tone: "May I ask who you are?"

Shaar shook his head, showing a slight smile: "The old man is a man of noble character, if you wish, you can just call me Shaar."

"So, Mr. Char?"

Hearing the other party's gentle tone and decent conversation, the old man immediately guessed that he was from the upper city, but in the end he didn't call him by his name directly.

Xia Ya didn't care, but took out a bright white silver coin from his pocket, and gently put it in the old man's hand: "What should I call you?"

"Just call me old Peter, you are..."

Obviously, old Peter was shocked when he saw the sudden huge sum of money in his hand.

"It's for that kid."

Shaar replied, and at the same time carefully observed his expression, as if confirming something.

In the Helen Empire, depending on the region and the price difference, one silver coin can be exchanged for about a hundred copper coins, which is enough for the common people in the lower city to earn more than a month of hard work.

The same is true for old Peter.

After a while, Old Peter took a deep breath, looked at Shaar seriously and said, "Sorry, sir, human trafficking is prohibited here."

With that said, he was about to return the top silver coin to Shaar.

Xia Ya was a little astonished, he didn't expect the other party to be wrong, he suddenly laughed and said: "You think too much, this money is just to give the child's mother a complete funeral, and the extra part will be used as her next paragraph Daily food expenses."