The adventurer at the bottom is fantasizing again.

Chapter 91 Power! Perception! Why is there another IOU?

There seemed to be some distance to the exit, and Lorraine couldn't help but struggle with whether or not to use the remaining three draws.

After all, I had cleaned it thoroughly the previous two times, and the stuff I pulled out was pretty good.

Forget it, I've already done it... let's try again!

[Using 100 exploration experience points, you rolled the dice: 1]

[Points: five]

[Reward: Strength +1]

【Power: 13→14】

Power! Finally!

A tingling, itchy sensation spread throughout my body, and the familiar feeling of power flowed through me once again.

Lorraine couldn't help but shudder, a bright smile spreading across her face.

No wonder he got two useless charms in a row last time; he knew that lotteries and bathing had nothing to do with each other!

Although I'm currently exhausted, the feeling of increased strength isn't particularly noticeable.

But given the rate of increase with each upgrade, he probably could cleave off that ghoul's leg with a single sword strike right now.

The boost from basic attributes is completely different from that from skills. For him, besides spells, these attribute points are what he most wants to obtain.

Charm aside.

In terms of power, it not only enhances the strength of combos, but also improves speed and fluidity, making it an all-around improvement.

Strike while the iron is hot, give me another beating!

[Using 100 exploration experience points, you rolled the dice: 1]

[Points: One]

[Reward received: An IOU]

Perhaps it's still related...?

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What the heck is this IOU? I could accept getting a broken sword from the previous draw, but how come the system can give me this thing?

Lorraine was completely baffled.

However, the current environment makes it inconvenient to take it out and see what's written on it; I'll have to wait until I get back to take a closer look.

Who knows, they might owe a hundred thousand or two hundred thousand gold coins?

Never mind... one last draw!

[Using 100 exploration experience points, you rolled the dice: 1]

Current balance: 79 exploration experience points

[Points: five]

[Reward: Perception +1]

[Perception: 11 → 12]

Lorraine suddenly stopped in her tracks.

His mind flashed back to the focused state he had experienced during the battle with the ghoul.

He was certain it was some kind of skill, or something similar, but it had only been triggered passively before, leaving him completely clueless.

But just after the perception was enhanced, a strange change quietly occurred.

Lorraine found herself able to vaguely touch it and recall the details of being in that state.

He was absolutely certain that he was just one step away from completely mastering that skill.

He was quite looking forward to what the first skill he would learn would be.

"Lorraine...Lorraine? Why are you stopping? Did the ghouls mess up your brain? Wake up...hey!"

Eileen's concerned voice came from behind.

Lorraine was amused by her antics. He turned around and flicked her forehead lightly with his finger. Eileen shrank her neck and let out a soft "Ouch!"

Just as I was about to laugh at her, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Anya's face was very pale and her steps were unsteady; she could only walk forward with Eileen's support.

"Come on, drink these too."

Lorraine took out the small vial of healing potion from her pouch, gently lifted her chin, and fed the potion into her mouth.

Anya lowered her eyes, the scene in front of her kept swaying from side to side. She felt the warmth touching her face, swallowed the medicine.

"Thank you..." she said weakly.

"It's okay, it was given to me by Eileen anyway." Lorraine stuffed the empty tube back into her bag.

They walked quietly for a while longer, until the effect of the light spell wore off again, and finally saw the exit of the sewer.

After struggling up the last step, the iron gate to this exit was also open, and Lorraine could vaguely see the firelight coming from outside.

He helped the two of them out of the sewer.

A strong night wind swept in, and Anya shivered in his arms. Eileen, completely shameless, snuggled straight into his embrace.

Lorraine scanned the surroundings.

This appears to be an alley in the Upper City, with the outlines of the three towers of the Temple of Dawn visible in the darkness in the distance.

Several guards wearing cotton-padded coats with chainmail over them were standing in the alley. The alley's exit was blocked by a wooden frame with several crackling torches tied to it.

"stop!"

The tall, thin guard at the head of the guards saw the three men emerge from the sewers. With a clang, he drew his sword, looked at them warily, and shouted, "Who are you? Don't you know the sewers are sealed off?! State your names!"

Lorraine frowned. He looked down at Anya's face; even after drinking the healing potion, her condition showed no improvement.

It's likely that the healing potion can only restore her vitality, but cannot cure the so-called ghoul fever. He doesn't have time to deal with this group now.

"We just finished clearing out the ghouls inside. This lady next to me is Anya, the priestess of the Temple of Dawn. She is seriously injured and needs to go to the temple for treatment immediately."

He tried his best to keep his tone calm.

The tall, thin guard glanced at Anya in his arms. Her half-armor was engraved with the holy emblem of the Lord of Dawn, and there were indeed marks of injury on her arm...that was true.

But what's with the ghouls? How can there be ghouls in the city? Aren't those things usually found in mass graves in the wild?

"A priest from the temple?" he asked skeptically. "Why would a priest go down into the sewers?"

"Several strange cases have appeared in the Upper District, and she came to trace the source."

Lorraine tried his best to be patient; he didn't want to clash with the guards at this time and waste precious treatment time.

"The source was a ghoul, which we've already killed. Its body is still in the reservoir. Your Viscount Hermann is down there examining the remains; you can go down and ask him yourself."

The tall, thin guard's expression underwent a series of subtle changes upon hearing the name Viscount Hermann.

He quickly exchanged glances with the people around him, then looked Lorraine up and down, his tone becoming increasingly ingratiating in a very short time: "So that's how it is! Why didn't you say you were here to help? Sigh, it was the Viscount who ordered us to guard this place to prevent any fools from going in and getting themselves killed. So that thing was a ghoul, huh? Haha!"

"You know... it's warmer in the sewers, and those poor bastards love to crawl in there."

"You all should hurry to the temple. Pastor Anya looks quite badly injured. Do you need my help?"

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"No."

Lorraine refused outright and helped the two of them through the guards.

The tall, thin guard, with a smug grin, opened the wooden rack and waved obsequiously at their retreating figures. Watching them disappear into the night, he spat and muttered resentfully, "What's with the attitude? Just a few mercenaries who do their jobs for money. They're always jumping into money pouches; they'll all be dead in some corner someday..."

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The guard next to him nudged him with his elbow and whispered, "Keep your voice down...didn't you hear them say the Viscount is downstairs? What if they hear you..."

"Hear my ass! How could you hear anything from this distance? Do you think he has long ears?" The tall, thin guard sheathed his sword and snorted heavily.

"Huh? What's that noise?" He was taken aback.

"...Clang...Clang...Clang..."

The sound of metal boots stepping on stone steps came from inside the sewer.