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Chapter 3 Techniques and Evolution
"Haha! We've struck it rich this time!"

Gray's unrestrained laughter rang out; he was covered in wolf blood and looked quite wild.

The bounty for a wolf is three silver coins. At least six or seven wolves have died by Gray's sword this time, which is equivalent to the total harvest of the previous five days.

With a flash of cold light, Gray severed the left front leg of a wolf that was trying to sneak up on his neck.

The unfortunate creature whimpered and collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from the wound on its front leg, its breath rapidly fading.

Upon seeing this, Zellir's eyes lit up.

The wolf is still alive!
If I were to deliver the final blow... would I gain experience points?
I'm currently worried about where to upgrade.

Just do it!

Zellier channeled his magic, precisely outlining the spell's structure in his mind.

To ensure a fatal blow, Zellir also poured as much magic as possible into it.

The entire spellcasting process took approximately five seconds.

A scorching flame ignited in Zellir's palm, then he aimed at the wolf... and fired!
The air temperature rose slightly, and a bright streak flashed by, striking the wolf's neck where its fur was thickest.

The magical impact of the fireball shattered some of the flesh and then ignited the wolf's fur, causing it to burst into flames!
The wolf, already on the verge of death, suffered this further misfortune. The combined pain of losing its foreleg and being burned by flames caused it to writhe and thrash on the ground like a grass carp, emitting a pitiful howl before finally falling silent.

first drop of blood!

Zellier beamed with delight.

Just as he had guessed, the experience points in his attribute panel increased after killing the wolf.

Level 1 to Level 2, upgrade!
A strange power surged into his body and then spread to his limbs and bones.

A layer of illusory blue light, visible only to him, appeared before Zelier's eyes.

Four attribute points are waiting to be allocated, and the previously grayed-out talent skills are now unlocked.

"Spells surging" and "Spells evolving in the heavens".

Zelier hesitated for a moment, but finally chose "Spell Evolution"!
The talent skill "Celestial Evolution Technique" has been unlocked.

Suddenly, a progress bar appeared below the Technique Evolution.

The Great Creation Technique, analysis progress—0%.

Zellier was slightly taken aback.

The Great Creation Technique...?
What is that thing? It sounds really powerful.

But did someone just cast this spell in front of me?

There was no time to think about it too much. With a slight thought, Zellier allocated all four attribute points to his mental ability.

The mental attribute increased from 67 to 71.

Unfortunately, although the evolution of spells highly depends on intelligence, for a mage, mental attributes are absolutely of paramount importance.

Otherwise, what's the use of learning more magic if it has no power when used?

Even the most powerful mechanisms need numerical data to support them.

With the increase of four points in his mental attribute, Zelier clearly felt that the flow of the Source Seed had become faster, and his spell power had also increased slightly.

He smiled contentedly.

In any case, I have now officially stepped into the threshold of becoming a mage. With the talent skill of Spell Evolution, my path to becoming stronger will be much less troublesome.

Gray, who was about to go up and finish off the wolf, paused for a moment, then turned to look at Zelier.

Zellier smiled apologetically. "Sorry, K my foot."

Zellir was unable to intervene in the ensuing battle.

Marcus and Gray are basically one-hit kills, and Vales' arrows leave no survivors.

The nighttime raid ended quickly; the wolf pack abandoned more than a dozen corpses and fled the scene in panic, disappearing into the dense forest.

There are quite a few of these guys. No wonder the surrounding villagers issued a commission to the Adventurers' Guild. If they gang up and attack the village, there will definitely be casualties.

"You're quite clever, little guy."

Gray wiped the mixture of blood and sweat from his forehead. "They've all learned how to pick up bargains."

“I’m sorry, I was just casting the spell unconsciously…” Zellier said.

"It's alright, don't be so polite with me. This wolf is yours. It's always good to gain more from your first mission."

Gray grinned. "Now you understand? That's the charm of adventure. Three silver coins, that's a day's wages for a laborer, and you took care of it with just one fireball."

The squad began cleaning up the battlefield. Marcus picked out wolf carcasses whose fur was still relatively intact, while Vales pulled the arrows out of the corpses.

Some arrowheads that aren't worn much can be reused after being cleaned of blood, saving you some money.

Gray hung a wolf carcass upside down from a tree branch and made a circular incision at the ankle of its hind leg with a knife.

The peeling knife was used to precisely cut downwards along the circular incision to the anus, and then moved to the other thigh.

Next, Gray began to peel the wolf skin off its hind legs.

His movements were steady. With one hand, he grabbed the already cut skin flap and pulled it downwards, while with the other hand, he held the skinning knife and carefully cut the fascia and fat connecting the skin and flesh.

“Zelil, come over here and give me a hand, lift this leg up,” Gray said.

With the two working together, the wolf's hind leg skin was quickly and completely peeled off, just like a sock.

Then came the torso, the skinning process filled with the dull thud of fascia being torn apart and the sweet, metallic smell of flesh exposed to the air.

Zellier felt a churning in his stomach, but he forced himself not to turn his head away.

He knew this was a skill he had to learn.

The Adventurers' Guild's quest only offers a bounty on the life of a wild wolf, and the left ear can be used as proof of claiming the reward.

As for the remaining furs and other items, the team could keep them and sell them themselves.

A perfectly intact wolf pelt can sell for about three or four silver coins, which is a significant source of income for low-level adventurers.

The team just killed a total of fifteen wolves, and there were several wolf carcasses with intact fur that were worth skinning.

This unexpected windfall brought a touch of joy to Marcus, who was usually serious.

Gray began cutting into the hind legs of the last wolf carcass.

His movements were clean and crisp, full of the grace of a veteran, while Zellir appeared much clumsy in comparison.

His task was to grasp the already cut skin flap and pull it back forcefully as Gray cut the fascia, creating a taut plane for him.

But the job was more strenuous than he had imagined. The sticky fat on the wolf skin made his hands feel like they were covered in oil, and he almost dropped it several times.

"Hurry up, Zellir!"

Without looking up, Gray gave the instructions, "Yes, keep up the pressure... Your hands don't look like a mage's."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zellier's hands. The knuckles were calloused, and the veins on the back of his hands were clearly visible, indicating that he had suffered a lot.

(End of this chapter)