Witch Redemption

Of course, the tycoon who uses a large amount of RMB to kill people is an exception.

"There's nothing we can do about it being slow. We'll increase the hunting range as appropriate after you level up."

Upgrading will bring changes to physical fitness and speed, and the added professional skills will give the witch more ways to survive.

These were all pieces of advice from number 47, which he shared without reservation. "When you get back, you must memorize the map of the monster-infested areas of the British Empire and remember the accurate scale. If you want to spend the night at the nearest temple ruins, you'll have to wait until you reach level three before considering it."

At level three in her profession, the witch will be able to easily lift the 50-plus-pound Libra Cross Greatsword, making it easier to defend against monsters and giving her enough speed to reach the nearest temple ruins to Mori City before nightfall.

"I understand."

Li Lan and Lana both nodded. As they followed number 47 back, they checked the current information on the magic book.

Name: Karen Elf

Race: Elf

Occupation: Pastor

Secondary occupation: None

Level: LV1 Experience Points: 12

skill:

First Aid LV1

Prayer LV1 Proficiency: 34

Blessing LV1 Proficiency: 34

Binding artifact:

Revelation LV1 Experience Points: 6

Libra's Cross Sword LVMAX

Looking at the information, Li Lan had already made a general judgment: "The experience gained from killing a black slime like Mimic Chaos is 10 when done alone, and only 1 when done in a group. The twelve we killed, if calculated individually, would give us 120 experience points. The difference is just too huge."

"Each time a skill is used, it increases proficiency by one point. Skills used on others or monsters increase proficiency by one point each time, while skills used on oneself increase proficiency by one point every two uses. As for weapons, they must be used in conjunction with skills to increase weapon experience points, which seems difficult to manage, as the improvement is too slow."

I wonder what will happen after these skills are upgraded, and whether the weapons will become stronger after being upgraded.

All of this is unknown. The fact that number 47 wasn't mentioned is probably because of the different professions and weapons used, so it's not very relevant.

Indeed, Li Lan's three skills are all support-type, which means that it would be very difficult for him to kill monsters solo, but if he teamed up with others, the experience penalty would be unacceptable to him.

I have to say, this was a particularly difficult choice.

"Bullshit! I was an African before, and I'm still an African after transmigrating! Shit!"

Thinking about it this way, Li Lan became more and more envious of Lana. This super whale, whose nickname used to be "the lucky one with an extremely long lifespan," was really good at grinding, spending money, and had great luck. She was the most awesome member of the guild group, with incredible luck.

"Let them train me for the next few days. I need to try out how to solo kill someone."

Looking at this infuriating punishment, Li Lan, who didn't consider herself particularly emotionally intelligent, knew that staying by their side would only be a burden. If she wanted to live better in this world, the best way was to go it alone.

………………

It was dusk when they returned to the outer city of Mori. The crimson sunset cast a dreamlike glow over the ancient and weathered city, making Li Lan wonder if she was dreaming.

Thinking about it carefully, I realized that I left in a hurry yesterday and didn't really get a chance to see the local customs and culture. But now I'm really interested.

But the streets were lined with all kinds of shops, and white magic crystal lamps were lit up inside. In front of some of the larger shops, there were occasionally one or two elderly people or children setting up stalls, displaying items such as props or materials from monsters.

The pedestrians around were unlike those in the capital city of Kate, who were full of upper-class people in formal attire; instead, they appeared somewhat shabby. Looking around, the pedestrians were all quite similar, wearing simple, yellowish-brown clothing.

Simple tops and bottoms, paired with soft or even iron armor to protect vital parts for ease of movement, wearing long boots, and usually carrying a short sword or dagger at the waist. The more extravagant ones might also carry a steam revolver, with bullets faintly visible in the pouch hanging on their belts.

Occasionally, a few steam-powered cars would slowly pass by on the street, carrying some well-dressed dignitaries, accompanied by a large group of menacing-looking bodyguards in full armor, who were awe-inspiring to behold.

"Those who own cars are nobles of this border city. Remember not to offend them, and avoid them."

After seeing the first passing steam car, Number 47 led Li Lan and the others without hesitation into the corner alleyway on the side of the street.

"Are those bodyguards in suits very strong?"

Li Lan always felt that the aura emanating from the pedestrians dressed as adventurers around her was far less imposing than that of the large group of bodyguards in formal attire, carrying rapiers and steam rifles.

"Those bodyguards are all retired military personnel, and the lowest level they have is corporal, which is equivalent to a silver adventurer."

All military personnel are differentiated by their rank, which is divided into private, sergeant, lieutenant, colonel, and general. Except for private, which is further divided into upper, middle, and lower ranks, the other ranks are subdivided into lower, middle, and upper levels.

According to number 47, in the British Empire, only soldiers of the rank of colonel are qualified to call themselves heroes, and every human with the title of "hero" is many times stronger than number 47.

After repeatedly reminding them to be more accommodating in all matters, the three of them walked through the alley and came to another long street.

This is a city full of exotic charm. The weathered Gothic tower-like buildings are quite pleasing to the eye. Walking through the streets with Li Lan and Lana at number 47 feels like walking in their own backyard, so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar.

"arrive."

This is a shop with a sign that reads "Magic Core Exchange," and even though it's late, there are still quite a few adventurers coming and going.

"There are six shops selling magic cores in the border area of ​​Mori City. This is the one closest to our residence, but it's a bit of a rip-off."

Number 47 explained himself and then discreetly squeezed through the gate.

Upon entering, Li Lan's eyes lit up; the layout seemed somewhat familiar.

Divided by the central stone pillar, the area on the left resembles a gold and silver jewelry store on Earth. Through the glass, you can see a large number of prismatic magic cores in the display cases, in green, purple, red, and blue, each with a small note indicating the corresponding monster and its purity.

Above the checkout counter, which was staffed by a dedicated person, was a large sign displaying the prices of various items. A beautiful woman dressed in a glamorous and alluring outfit smiled and greeted customers.

The area on the right is more like a bank counter, which is also the place that most adventurers head straight for as soon as they enter. Behind the counter, several burly men are busy appraising the magic cores given by the adventurers and calculating the transaction amount.

Number 47 led Li Lan and the other person to queue for a while before taking out two magic cores that mimicked chaos.

The burly man in charge of reception glanced at him, and after confirming that his attire indicated he was a witch, he placed the magic core in his hand on the detector next to him with annoyance.

The detector was a black square platform, similar to the electronic scale that Li Lan remembered. It had a long, rectangular black crystal screen next to it. As long as the magic core was placed on the platform, the corresponding text would be displayed on the black crystal screen.

"Mimetic Chaos, Purity: 0, Magic Power: Unknown."

After casually glancing at the text, the burly man made a buzzing sound: "The core of mimicry chaos, two Brownian particles."

After saying that, he threw the magic core on the detector onto the counter, meaning, "Are you going to exchange it or not? If not, don't get in the way."

For the people of this country, the existence of witches is an aversion ingrained in their bones. At this moment, the strong man's thoughts were simple: there is plenty of business to be had, and losing one of you would not be a loss.

He's tricked quite a few witches like this before, and several of them who left in anger eventually had to come back and trade honestly.

Because other Magic Core exchanges are even worse, he was already being quite polite.

"Two Browns? A magic core obtained at the risk of my life isn't even worth a white bread?" Although Li Lan didn't say anything on the surface, she was furious inside.

"When the other adventurers traded before, they clearly said it was a 10 Brown mimicking chaotic magic core. How come the witch got a 20-fold discount? This discrimination is outrageous! I curse your ancestors!"

Lana was also stunned, feeling indignant, and held back for a long time without saying a word.

"I'll think about it some more, thank you."

Number 47 calmly put away the two green magic cores and left with Li Lan and Lana in the other direction.

Li Lan felt that number 47's temper was so good that it was almost inhuman. She wondered what this senior had gone through during his time in this world. He made all sorts of concessions, but he didn't seem like a coward.

"If there is a food chain in this world, then we are at the bottom. If we can't resist, we must learn to pretend. If the price of this store feels unfair, we can go to another store, or come back in the morning and ask a different receptionist about the price."

This is why number 47 didn't take out all twelve magic cores at once; he needed to test the price.

The price floor is one brown, which is a white loaf of bread.

"Do you often encounter such things, senior?" Li Lan turned around and glared at the hideous burly man behind the counter, forcibly suppressing her anger.

"Yes, you'll encounter this often in the future, you'll get used to it."

With a signature gentle smile playing on his lips, he turned left onto the street starting from number 47.

Just then, an unexpected voice called out to them, "You..."

Li Lan and the other two looked in the direction of the sound and saw a burly man with a full beard sitting cross-legged behind a street stall with a man with a beady look in his eyes.

This guy had a short sword at his waist, and his left arm had been replaced with a mechanical prosthetic. He looked kind of familiar.

"Sorry, we don't have the money to buy your product at the moment."

Number 47's gaze swept over the items on the stall, and saw some bullets engraved with strange patterns, several knives with some rust, and some body structures of some monsters that were not recognized. Among them was a bottle made of some unknown material, containing a dark purple liquid that looked somewhat like the blood of a mimicking chaos.

Li Lan suddenly remembered who this person was.

Chapter 12 The Witches in the Residence

He was listless in the morning, but by the afternoon he was full of energy. Li Lan had to admire how quickly the adventurers in this world could recover their mental state. Of course, their medical skills were also very advanced, judging from the fact that the mechanical prosthetic limb looked quite expensive.

"I don't expect you poor bastards to buy my stuff."

Ryan grumbled irritably, then glared at his tall, imposing younger brother with wandering eyes, but his anger didn't really dissipate.

He couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Damn it! My own brother sold me out, and in the end I have to rely on three witches to save my life. I really want to slap that bastard to death."

Seemingly sensing that his older brother's gaze was somewhat malicious, Reiner hesitated for a long time before lowering his head and remaining silent.

Ryan was puzzled for a moment, then glanced at the two magic cores held in the hand of number 47, and suddenly understood something.

The word "witch" is a symbol of disaster and evil to them. Ordinary people generally avoid it, let alone deal with these people. Textbooks clearly state that getting close to these people will bring bad luck.

Therefore, Ryan was fully aware of the situation in which these witches were ostracized.

They relentlessly haggle down prices when buying their magic cores, then raise prices when selling them items, and even try to "steal business" from them like they did during the day. This is nothing new; Ryan has done this kind of exclusionary "business-stealing" countless times.

This can be described as a subconscious act of exclusion.

It was only because his two teammates betrayed him during the day, creating a stark contrast with the three witches, that his opinion of them changed considerably.

"Damn it, we've stolen so many businesses before without any problems, but in the end we've been caught by our own people!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Just thinking about how that bastard almost shot him to death this morning made him want to grab the guy and beat him up right now.

His expression shifted between light and shadow, a truly fascinating display. Ryan held his composure for several seconds before finally regaining his composure and saying in a low voice, "What you have in your hand..."

"Oh, a Brown."

Number 47 assumed the adventurer who called out to him wanted to buy the magic core in his possession, so he offered a price.

"One Brown, you're going to..."

Based on the usual haggling tactics, Ryan instinctively thought, "Are you trying to rob me?"

But then I thought about it again, and realized that the price was too cheap!