Faerun: The arcane mage is still too imprisoned.

"call out!"

The third pebble hit the head precisely.

The Bloodfeathered Eagle's screams abruptly ceased.

Its massive body, like a kite with a broken string, plummeted straight down from the sky, crashing onto the grass ten meters away with a loud thud, raising a cloud of dust.

Its wings twitched twice, then it fell silent.

[Slayed a Level 3 Bloodfeathered Eagle! Gained 40 experience points!]

Current experience: 320/4000

There was a two-second silence in the clearing in the woods.

Dulac stared wide-eyed, the dough in his hand nearly falling to the ground.

"Lord Lance..." he stammered, "You just... used pebbles..."

Throughout his thirty-year adventuring career, Drak has only collaborated with mages a handful of times.

I've seen the [Magic Stone Technique] two or three times.

But this was the first time he had ever seen such a powerful [Magic Stone Technique] in person.

"Hmm." Lance patted non-existent dust off his hands. "Looks like I was pretty accurate."

Lance has an Intelligence of 20 and an Intelligence modifier of 5. One magic stone deals 11 damage, and three magic stones deal 33 damage.

Although the [Magic Stone Spell] he used was just a trick, it already exceeded the damage of most first-level spells.

Other mages often couldn't hit the target accurately with this spell, so they passed it on to other teammates.

However, with an intelligence of 20, Lance also has 18 points of perception and 16 points of agility, so his accuracy is quite high.

"this……"

Drucker looked down at the dough in his hand, then looked up at Lance, and fell into deep self-doubt.

She's so young, and she has such power with just one magic trick. What have I been doing for the past thirty years?

Greta silently withdrew her hand, which was about to draw her sword, and crossed her arms again. Her expression was unreadable, but her fingers unconsciously tapped her arm.

Finn's pupils contracted slightly.

He stared at the corpse of the Bloodfeathered Eagle, then at the blood-stained pebble on the ground. He remained silent for two seconds, then silently took a step back, his gaze towards Lance revealing something more.

Logan dropped the dry rations in his hand, but quickly retrieved them.

He stared blankly at the corpse of the Bloodfeathered Eagle, then at Lance, his Adam's apple bobbing, before he finally managed to utter a single sentence:

"Isn't this...a bit too much?"

Although the Bloodfeather Eagle is not of a high level, it is quite strong and flies very fast, making it very difficult to deal with.

He once fought a Bloodfeathered Eagle one-on-one, but even as an elite-level warrior, he couldn't do anything against a level 3 Bloodfeathered Eagle.

"What's with the exaggeration?" Greta stood up and walked over there. "Let's see if he's dead."

Cielsa had already followed. She bent down to examine the eagle's carcass, then looked up and said, "Dead, completely dead."

"The Bloodfeathered Eagle..."

Drak finally came to his senses. He sprang to his feet, ran over in a few strides, circled the corpse twice, and stared wide-eyed.

"Feathers can be sold for money, claws can be used to make weapons, and meat..."

He crouched down, reached out and poked the flesh on the eagle's chest, his eyes instantly lighting up.

"Lord Lance! The meat of the Bloodfeathered Eagle is a top-grade meat!"

Logan sighed, "Captain, can you stop thinking about food all the time?"

"I was just asking!" Durak said matter-of-factly, his mustache twitching. "It's this big; enough for all of us to eat!"

Finn walked over, squatted down, and looked at the wound on the eagle's head—a bloody hole the size of a thumb, with clean edges, as if it had been pierced by a high-speed rotating drill.

He looked again at the pebble on the ground, which was stained with blood.

Ordinary pebbles, the kind you can easily pick up by the roadside.

"..."

Finn was silent for two seconds, then stood up and silently took a step back.

Lance instructed, "Put away the feathers and claws, and the meat...Dulak, you try it."

"Alright!" Drak immediately leaned over and examined the eagle's carcass. "Hmm... this kind of eagle meat needs to be stewed properly..."

He started doing it as he spoke.

Greta walked over and looked at Lance: "What kind of magic did you just use... never mind, never mind."

"Zero-ring trick—[Magic Stone Spell]," Lance said. "There's nothing wrong with asking about that."

Greta paused for a moment: "Can a zero-ring trick really have this kind of power?"

"Hmm." Lance nodded. "Is there a problem?"

Greta looked at him; the scars on his face appeared somewhat deep in the shadows of the trees.

Her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something.

But in the end, he just shook his head: "No, no, you are really... too capable."

She turned and walked back to the fire to sit down, her back looking a little dejected.

Logan leaned closer to Finn and whispered, "Hey, did you see that just now?"

Finn nodded.

"It's just pebbles!" Logan emphasized. "Just ordinary pebbles! That must be [Magic Stone Spell], a trick that killed a level 3 Bloodfeather Eagle in one hit!"

Finn nodded again.

"Are all mages this powerful?"

Finn calmly replied, "I don't know."

"You're so boring!"

Finn glanced at him: "I've never been a mage, so of course I can't talk nonsense."

Logan paused, scratched his head, and said, "Yeah, how would a country bumpkin like you know this..."

"Logan, you son of a bitch..."

Lance walked to the fire and sat down. Little Black emerged from the grass and jumped onto his lap.

Meow~

"You want some too?" Lance looked down at it.

Little Black licked its paws.

After cleaning up the eagle's carcass, Cielsa handed the few blood-red feathers to Lance: "These are in good condition; they can fetch a good price."

Lance took it, glanced at it, and casually tossed it into his interdimensional pocket.

"By the way," he looked up at Greta, "was the Flamebird Wings you ordered related to this Bloodfeathered Eagle?"

Greta opened her eyes: "No. The Moltres is a different kind, mostly level 2."

"Okay." Lance nodded.

Dulac had finished processing the eagle meat and returned carrying several large pieces. He squatted down by the pot and began cutting the meat.

"Come on, come on, let's have an extra treat for lunch today!" he said cheerfully. "Eagle meat stew with mushrooms, and a little cured meat for extra flavor, it's delicious!"

Logan leaned closer: "Captain, can you really eat Bloodfeathered Eagles?"

"Nonsense!" Durak glared at him. "I said it's edible, so it's edible!"

Little Black stood up from Lance's lap, its ears perked up as it stared at the meat in Dulak's hand, its tail swaying gently.

Cielsa chuckled: "Lord Lance, Little Black seems interested in eagle meat."

Lance lifted Little Black up: "Want some too?"

Little Black looked at him and meowed.

"Pfft." Cielsa laughed and reached out to touch Little Black's head.

But Xiao Hei dodged it by shaking its head.

Sissa's forehead was immediately covered in black lines.

Soon, a new aroma wafted from the pot.

Eagle meat is tougher than regular chicken, but it becomes quite tender after being stewed for a long time.

Dulac added cured meat and colorful mushrooms, and the soup gradually thickened, bubbling away.

"That's about it." He took a spoonful of soup, tasted it, and his eyes lit up. "Hey, it's really good!"

Logan immediately handed him a bowl: "Give me a bowl!"

Dulac served everyone a bowl. Lance took a sip—it was indeed quite good; the broth was rich and flavorful, with the unique aroma of wild game.