I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages Chapter 65: Milestone: Ruthless
Tossed around in the farm's open space for over an hour.
Roger just let the poor gargoyle go.
The latter flew away like a pardon, twice as fast as usual.
No way.
The sparring that is only allowed to be beaten and not allowed to fight back is really not done by humans.
Beatly beat down.
Roger successfully summed up some practical experience.
Whether it's "pulling the vaginal legs" or "knee bumping".
The most unreasonable part of them is actually "focus reduction"!
Focus is a very easily overlooked attribute.
Generally speaking.
Only the caster checks their concentration before combat.
After all, low concentration can seriously affect the success rate of spell casting.
For other professions, the impact of concentration is less profound.
But Roger found out.
The loss of focus caused by these two unique skills is fatal!
Even a magical beast like a gargoyle stumbled after being hit by a knee, and even lost the ability to fly for a while!
This means the average person gets a knee bang.
May be severe enough to tell the difference between east, west and northwest.
This discovery gave Roger an added appreciation for the two stunts.
The "Pingsha School Black Tiger" marked on the cheat book.
In his mind, he also mentioned the position second only to the master of music.
"The cheat book was sent by Alan, who has been to the Gem City."
"Aba said that Gem City is where the headquarters of Qingquan Sect is located; is it possible that there are other martial arts sects there?"
"I don't know if Master Black Tiger has left any other unique skills."
Roger was somewhat itchy after learning the stunt.
He wanted to find some good brothers to practice his hands.
It's a pity it won't happen tonight.
There are hundreds of pounds of turtle meat left in the kitchen!
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At night time.
Roger wanders between the living room and the kitchen, working methodically.
There are over 100 Vitality Elixir stored in the cellar.
While finding sales outlets, it's time to tinker with something new.
Roger has not forgotten his identity as a pharmacist.
As a qualified pharmacist, it is necessary to have the courage to experiment with new types of medicines.
The only regret is.
There is a lack of living creatures on the farm, i.e. test subjects.
Thinking of this, Roger couldn't help but glanced at the gargoyle on the eaves outside.
Magic beasts save money though.
But there are also inconveniences!
"I'll have to go to town to buy some rabbits after I've been busy for a while."
Roger deftly shakes off a papyrus as he thinks.
He is trying "Pharmacological Analysis and Deduction".
Mystra's Pharmacy is not the result of a random mix of ingredients.
It follows a certain pharmacology.
Only those who have mastered the basic principles can become pharmacists.
Roger wrote the scientific name of Activin on the papyrus, and then wrote some other material.
Follow a specific logical framework.
His writing speed gradually increased.
Ten minutes later.
He rubbed off the papyrus blankly and threw it in the trash.
He replaced the crucible beside him with a new glass bottle.
Roger fell into deep thought:
"Not right."
It's not that the pharmacological deduction is wrong, but that his state is somewhat wrong.
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Always feel a little uneasy.
This feeling appeared several times in his mind, and every time something bad happened.
Only the one that appeared on the way to crusade the Shi Luo demon, the result was good.
He washed his face and decided to do the math.
The breath technique is slowly activated.
Roger held his breath and chose himself as his target.
Divination.
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"I'm in danger today"
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Slight throbbing.
On the data bar.
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"Divination result: You sensed the approach of danger, which is not a strong but very fulfilled intuition"
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"Sure enough."
Roger exhaled.
He pondered for a while, his eyes swept across the kitchen and living room, and finally landed on the armband with red stripes on a white background.
Divination.
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"Potential danger is related to the Brotherhood of the Red Sleeves"
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"Divination result: You are aware of the source of the danger, the scouts of the two squads died, the Red Sleeve brothers will not give up, they may retaliate at any time, as soon as tonight"
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Roger frowned.
The divination results are usually a profile of his subconscious mind.
The so-called bad intuition is actually that he himself has predicted the danger.
Divination can only serve an auxiliary function.
"The Red Sleeve Brotherhood?"
Roger's eyes gradually became indifferent:
"A group of robbers, also worthy of being called brothers?"
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In the middle of the night, there is still a little light on the Senluo farm.
Several sneaky figures were trained to bypass the traps and alarms on the perimeter and approach the tall wooden house.
This is a team of nine.
Including 8 scouts and a middle-aged caster with a staff.
These men were uniformly dressed in night clothes, with an armband tied on their right arm with red stripes on a white background.
"Wait!"
The person walking at the front pointed to the dark outline on the eaves and whispered vigilantly:
"It's a gargoyle!"
The rest stopped with great discipline.
Everyone looked at the gargoyle nervously.
The latter stands still, like a statue.
"May be false."
The person who spoke first was uncertain.
"I'll take a look."
The middle-aged mage carefully dropped an identification spell.
"It's a real gargoyle!"
Looking at the lights in the wooden house, he gritted his teeth and said:
"The brothers of those two teams probably died in its hands."
"Wait for me to prepare a "lesser banishment", you bring it here! "
After he finished speaking, he took out a silver scroll from his arms and chanted and guided it in a low voice.
A wondrous elemental force ripples through the air.
Soon, the gate of Xenophobia derived from the banishment technique was quietly opened.
"Quick!"
The middle-aged mage urged.
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The scout leader who had been prepared for a long time immediately raised his hand when he heard the words.
With a puff.
The stone from the slingshot hit the gargoyle's forehead with a crisp sound.
The latter is motionless.
The leader of the scout let out a "huh", and then bounced three rocks.
The gargoyle remains unmoved.
Someone quietly shoots an arrow.
The arrow rubbed a spark on the gargoyle, but it still failed to awaken the gargoyle.
On the Mage's side, the duration of the Lesser Banishment has already passed half.
"It won't be fake, will it?"
Someone couldn't help but mutter.
The middle-aged mage is also a little unsure.
The scouts went into battle, trying to wake the gargoyle-
A daring one even jumped up on the eaves lightly and slapped the gargoyle fiercely.
Until the banishment effect wears off.
The gargoyle never woke up either.
"Fucked. It's a fake."
The middle-aged mage is somewhat indignant.
What I'm thinking about is how to get the boss to reimburse me for the scroll fee.
The scout leader waved.
The rest of the people suddenly dispersed, and they fumbled in from all corners of the wooden house in a clear formation.
Only the middle-aged mage and the scout leader remained outside the house.
At this moment, light footsteps suddenly sounded behind them.
The two turned their heads suddenly.
But in the darkness, a man dressed as an old peasant walked out, holding two very sturdy carrots in his hands.
"Huh? Are there any guests?"
The man looked at them curiously.
Just as the middle-aged mage wanted to say something, a reminder from the scout leader came from behind him:
"Little..."
Before he could finish his words, the severe pain from his tailbone nearly tore him in half!
The middle-aged mage watched in horror as the scout leader fell in pain.
Even in the dark of night.
He can also see the **** intestines on the other's corpse, and the gargoyle carrying the intestines!
No reminder required.
At the very first moment of the accident, he began to sing a life-saving spell.
It's a pity.
It's too late!
A loud bang.
Bone-piercing pain came from his crotch, surging through his brain.
Short incantations come to an abrupt end!
Martial arts!
Pick up your **** legs!
"Ah!"
A horrific cry resounded through the night sky of Sen Luo Farm.
Roger rudely shoved the carrot into his mouth ~IndoMTL.com~ and looked at the gargoyle with a flattering face.
He couldn't help but complain:
"You gargoyle, do you only use such rude tricks?"
On the data bar.
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"For the first time, you have successfully used the Pingsha faction, and you have achieved a new milestone-ruthless"
"You earned 1 milestone point"
"Heartless: You have unique and efficient melee combat skills"
"Corresponding title: junior youth who don't talk about martial arts (your behavior is not recognized by some decent people)"
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