Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 129 Beast Taming and Magic Missiles

Hearthstone: Legend has it that there's an ancient tradition in Azeroth. People who travel far from home would often take a stone from their fireplace. When they missed home, looking at their hearthstone could ease their homesickness.

This is a magical stone containing a mysterious power that can instantly escort those who have left home back to their own homes. Cooldown time: 30 days. This Hearthstone can only be bound to one residence and cannot be changed.

Hearthstone is a familiar item to all Warcraft players, but after seeing the system description of Hearthstone's effects and cooldown time, Wayne understood why it was rated as a common item.

It is indeed very useful. Simply put, it is a directional teleportation device. With it, you not only have another way to travel that saves a lot of time, but you can also use it as a means to escape danger.

However, the cooldown time is still too long. The thirty-day interval means that it cannot be used as a regular item. But for demon hunters who go out on missions, it is a super artifact that saves time on the return journey.

What's troubling Wayne now is that this Hearthstone can only be bound to one residence, and it can't be changed. So, which residence should he bind it to for the most appropriate reason?

However, Wayne quickly dismissed these thoughts. Since it wasn't time to use Hearthstone yet, he figured he might as well wait until he needed to use it before worrying about it.

Composing himself, Wayne stored the Hearthstone, Explosive Talisman, Coin of Fate, Intermediate Healing Potion, and Skeleton Summoning Scroll—five useful items—into his Magecraft Storage Bag.

Items like otherworldly throwing knives and special foods were placed in another locked metal box in the room. Whether they were used or kept as collectibles, they were not of any use for the time being.

However, after holding the last scroll, which looked like a rolled-up parchment, Wayne thought for a moment and finally put it into his pouch.

This is a magic missile scroll from the world of Heroes of Might and Magic, belonging to the lowest-level spell scrolls in that world.

However, it is worth praising that this magic scroll is not disposable. According to the system's explanation, this magic scroll can be used an unlimited number of times until the internal magical structure is completely destroyed.

Moreover, it does not store magic power itself; using this scroll consumes the user's magic power. If the user has enough magic power, this thing is like a magical version of a pistol.

He planned to test the magic missile in the training ground in the backyard to see how powerful it was, but as the lowest-level spell, Wayne didn't have high expectations for it.

When they arrived at the training ground in the backyard, Belial was also there practicing swordsmanship.

At this moment, he was neither wearing the Wolf School armor nor had his eyes the cat-shaped vertical pupils unique to Witchers. Perhaps in order to get rid of the shadows of the past, he even changed his hairstyle.

In addition to his change in mindset, Belial's facial expressions became much more vivid. If other witchers from the Wolf School saw him, they might not even recognize him.

Wayne greeted him. Since there were no concrete plans for the future yet, and Belial's body had not fully recovered, he was currently in a period of rest and recuperation. His main task was to guard the house and train his combat skills.

Before Wayne could even reach the training dummy, a fluffy white ball of fur suddenly darted out of the bushes. It had a fresh bone in its mouth, its short white tail wagging constantly, and it was circling its owner with its short legs, looking very happy, as if it had already adapted to its new home environment.

Wayne smiled and squatted down. Just as he reached out to touch its head, the little guy came up to him and started licking it incessantly with its wet tongue.

Suddenly, Wayne felt a stirring in his heart. He sensed a subtle connection between himself and the little guy. Although he couldn't do anything through this connection, he could feel that the relationship between him and the little guy had become closer.

Wayne opened the system interface as if he had a sudden realization, and sure enough, he found an additional skill in his secondary skill bar.

Animal Taming Skill LV1: Animal Affinity +1, Master's Bond +1.

He patted the head of the little direwolf White Fang, then looked at the black horse Lucifer in the stable, and instantly felt that he and his mount had become closer.

Lucifer and White Fang also seemed to be able to sense their master's emotional changes more clearly and obey his commands better.

This must be the effect of animal taming techniques.

Wayne felt a surge of joy. He could already imagine that once his beast taming skills reached a high level, the various wild beasts in the wilderness might no longer be enemies to him, but rather friends who could be close to him.

He patted the wolf cub's rump and let it go play in the yard, while he returned to the training dummy.

Wayne pulled out a magic missile reel from his pouch, held it in his palm, and channeled the chaotic magic within him into the reel.

With a thought, three purple, fist-sized, cone-shaped energy missiles appeared a dozen centimeters in front of the scroll, and then, following his will, shot swiftly toward the wooden dummy seven or eight meters away.

puff!puff!puff!

It sounded like a hammer striking wood; the wooden dummy swayed slightly before quickly returning to stillness.

The three magic missiles only left three shallow dents on the surface of the wood, their power roughly equivalent to a heavy punch from an ordinary person.

This disappointed Wayne, so he once again controlled his magic and poured it into the scroll at an excessive rate.

This time, nine cone-shaped energy orbs formed in front of the scroll, arranged in a fan shape. With his will, they dispersed into nine routes, all striking the dummy. The power was slightly greater, but it did not cause any substantial damage to the wooden dummy.

As expected, it was just the lowest-grade spell scroll, Wayne thought to himself. Although the consumption was very low—firing nine missiles at once like just now was roughly equivalent to half the consumption of a normal Igni sign—its power was truly impressive.

Unless it hits a completely undefended body, it can only cause the enemy pain.

After testing it more than ten times, Wayne put away the scroll with some disappointment, but then he realized that the magic missile had another advantage.

This thing seems to have a built-in tracking function, can be controlled with just thought, and can turn at will. Its range is about thirty meters. Although the power is not great, it can still accumulate and cause some damage to targets that are not wearing armor. It can be considered a means of attack.

After testing the power of the magic missile, Wayne didn't linger at home. Today was his lucky day, the day when he was most likely to trigger various lucky events, and staying at home would be a waste.

After dressing properly, he began to wander around the city, entering various shops whenever he had a chance to find a bargain.

And sure enough, it was a lucky day. In just one morning, I found two unclaimed purses, encountered a heroic rescue, chased away some thugs, and met a young lady from a noble baron's family.

If he's willing to pursue this further, he might have a romantic encounter.

Among those shops, he also encountered many promotional events or discounts, and bought a lot of good things and materials that are not usually available.

As he strolled through the upscale commercial district, preparing to find a decent restaurant to enjoy a meal, he suddenly heard someone calling his name from behind.

"Wayne! Haha, what a coincidence, running into you here."

He turned his head and saw a red-haired beauty wearing a purple lace dress, her hair tied in a bun, and with a few freckles on her face, looking at him with a smile.

Wayne paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded in greeting:

"Ms. Triss, it's quite a rare treat to run into you on the street."

Is today your day off?

Triss covered her mouth and chuckled softly, looking at Wayne with a somewhat alluring gaze, and said:

"I've already said, you don't need to call me Ms. Triss, just call me Triss. Aren't we friends?"

(End of this chapter)