I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

In the cold alley opposite the temporary shack.

Two men, one tall, one short, one thin and one fat, watched all this silently.

They were all dressed in uniform black trench coats.

On the top of the head is a somewhat large windproof cap that does not fit the head.

At the end of the hat, a jet-black silk scarf like a bird's feather hangs down, showing their identity as the "Black Scarf Party".

The tall man coughed heavily twice, and said in a gloomy tone:

"Although it is an old neighborhood that doesn't care about anything, it doesn't put our Black Scarf Party in..."

There was a snap.

He received such a blow to the forehead that his hat was knocked off.

"idiot."

Humpty Dumpty cursed in a low voice:

"Pick up your hat soon?"

The tall and thin man bent down to pick up the hat in a dispirited manner, his face full of displeasure.

Humpty Humpty sneered and said:

"This kind of adventurer who has the guts to swagger through the market alone is a typical IQ tester!"

"What? Unconvinced? If you dare to go over and cause trouble, I guarantee that I will see your dead body in the drain tomorrow."

The tall thin man bared his teeth and said:

"You are too cautious!"

"Do you think I didn't see it? The one on his shoulder is a gargoyle with a level of 40."

"But as long as we call more people..."

There was a snap.

Another punch.

"What a waste, it's not easy to pick up a hat."

Humpty Humpty cursed in a low voice:

"You're still so fucking tall. I have to jump up to hit you on the head. I'm so pissed off."

"If your sister hadn't begged me to take good care of you last night, I really wanted you to fend for yourself."

The tall and thin man covered his forehead with both hands, not daring to speak anymore.

"Do you think the level that others show you is the real level?"

Humpty Humpty lit a cigarette, and gradually calmed down:

"Remember to improve your "insight", see the couple over there? That's the intelligence officer of the "Stone Dragon Society", the counterfeit drug seller on the left is a member of the "Secret Society", and that girl who is making a pose is most likely a scout of the "Iris Collection". "

"So many elite characters are just watching, who gave you the courage to go out and cause trouble?"

The tall and thin man looked around, with a frightened expression on his face.

"I'm sorry... brother-in-law."

Humpty Dumpty scolded:

"Don't call me brother-in-law outside!"

"Yes Yes Yes."

"Leader Hans." The thin tall man asked weakly:

"Then we're going to watch it like this?"

Hans shook his head:

"Paper and pen."

The tall thin man quickly took out the pen and paper.

"The name, Wellington, is mostly a pseudonym.

Aged 40+, suspected of having disguise technique.

The occupation is preliminarily speculated to be an alchemist, with a gargoyle of level 40+. It cannot be ruled out that the gargoyle is an elite template.

My own level is 33, it is definitely a camouflage, and the preliminary guess is that the level is 45+, and the possibility of extraordinaryness cannot be ruled out..."

Accompanied by Hans' extremely fast speech rate.

The information was written down line by line.

Hans took the letter paper, nodded in satisfaction, and threw away the cigarette butt in his hand:

"Give something to Mrs. McCann." "

The tall thin man was surprised and said:

"Should this matter be reported to No. 3 floating island?"

Hans nodded with deep eyes:

"A powerful alchemist deserves the respect of the gentlemen on the floating island."

"Move fast and don't fall behind the others."

The tall thin man ran away in a hurry.

In the alley.

Only Hans was left smoking in silence.

until the evening.

Wellington announced the closure of the stall, and everyone dispersed in disappointment, and there was no disturbance.

"It's really simple and honest."

Hans gave a dry laugh, and said hello to a few colleagues hiding in the dark, then turned and disappeared into the alley.

...

evening.

Roger was walking on the path leaving Sunrise Town.

At the beginning, there were still a few people following.

But when they left the town, those people stayed in a measured manner.

This disappointed Roger.

"The result of the first IQ test was that all the staff passed."

"As expected of a guy who can survive in such a harsh environment."

He originally wanted to prepare to catch a wave of fish.

While justifiably killing a few gang members? You can also get more monster information.

Now it seems that his level is low.

The low-level fishing method of "Huaibi swagger" is no longer suitable for this version.

It's different from the country turtles of the Red Sleeve Brotherhood.

The gangs in Gem City are all veterans.

One is smoother than the other? Don't be fooled at all!

The good news is.

Thanks to that lucky guy, the information on the monsters in "Red Earth Wasteland" is already complete.

It is also strange to say.

Ever since that lucky guy had a big success? The failure rate of enchanting the Philosopher's Stone has skyrocketed.

Arrived later.

The weapon Roger handled almost shattered at one point.

After smashing six weapons in a row.

Roger decided to close the stall.

The eyes of the crowd are getting more and more wrong.

If this continues, he is afraid of being attacked as a liar.

In fact.

If it weren't for the presence of gargoyles to deter them.

Maybe someone actually did it.

when he left.

The sixth sense sensed that someone suspected that the lucky guy was his trustee.

This made Roger smile wryly.

He had the feeling of being plucked.

Fortunately, after a few days, except for the consumption of the philosopher's stone? Roger is still earning a lot of money——

The net profit is approaching 20,000 copper orders!

This does not include the value of monster intelligence as a threshold for enchanting.

"It seems that strengthening weapons is indeed a good deal."

Think so.

Roger was more grateful for the dead Wellington.

...

the next day.

Family representatives from the six floating islands came to Sunrise Town one after another.

As judged by gang leaders.

The floating island attaches great importance to alchemists who are good at enchanting.

But the problem is.

Wellington is gone!

It was as silent as when he came.

There was no news when he disappeared.

This is a pain for the gang leaders.

They mobilized a lot of manpower to search for it, and some even secretly used the power of divination, but the information they got was still only scratches.

This incident caused a lot of trouble in Sunrise Town.

It took a long time before the peace of the past was restored.

It's just in the drain outside the town.

Another pile of disfigured corpses.

And all this Roger is naturally unaware of.

As early as the second day after the information was received.

He embarked on a new road to making friends.

...

three days later.

Red soil wasteland.

The sun is hot.

On a raised rocky hill.

A long-dead warthog lay quietly in the shadows.

Roger buried himself in the gravel and was waiting for someone who was destined.

Two days before entering the Red Clay Wasteland.

Roger didn't find a single monster.

Soon he found the root cloud of the problem——

The monsters here seem to have something to do with purgatory? The bloodline of the horned demon suppresses their personality.

As soon as he smelled the macho boy, all the monsters ran away.

How can anyone want to say hello to Roger.

Today he chose to act alone.

"Hopefully it will open."

Roger squinted and looked ahead.

Not far away, there is a shining bead in the mouth of the warthog.

Beads contain semi-solid and semi-fluid objects.

It was a new prop developed by Roger in retreat for half a year.

...

"Thunderstorm Beads: Super High Concentration Thunderogen Polymer"

"Magic Power Abundance: 14"

"Throwing/detonation: within the effective explosion radius, the explosion damage is fixed at 480, and the target is in a continuous paralysis state"

"Producers: Roger and his eternal brother Ben Thunder Dragon"

"Materials: Roger's Tail Scale, Brontosaurus' Bladder Endometrium"

...

The production process of thunderstorm beads can be described as difficult to describe.

In short, one day Roger was surprised to find that the tail scales of his second form were somewhat special.

Pull out a piece and grind it into powder.

Add a little ray element concoctant, and you will have a more terrifying blasting ability than hand tumor bullets.

Roger was overjoyed by this discovery.

He happily picked up his wool.

Rigorously tested.

He found that the bladder lining of Bentosaurus was the best encapsulating material.

And so another great prop was born.

Half a year down.

He has accumulated more than 1,000 Thunderstorm Orbs.

Enough to start a small war.

And in the process of researching "Thunderstorm Orb".

Roger also discovered the value of the Ben Thunder Dragon eggs that were originally considered waste——

After a simple fire roast, the substance in the dragon egg will solidify into a paste.

This dragon ointment has a very high burning value? Based on this, Roger developed "Dragon Fat Fire".

...

"Dragon Fat Fire: Flammable Items"

"Magic Power Abundance: 6"

"Characteristics: After being ignited, it will have extremely high combustion efficiency? Items soaked in dragon fat fire have a flammability index of +20"

"Remarks: Frustration Kit +1"

...

The above two items are the small contributions Roger made as a pharmacist during his regimen.

When dealing with humans? They may not be so convenient.

But when dealing with monsters, it is extra handy.

For example, now.

...

"Sixth Sense: A Myriad Dragon Is Approaching"

...

Roger held his breath.

The soil beneath the mound squirmed slightly.

suddenly.

A monstrosity bursts out of the ground? It bites that tasty warthog!

bang.

before the violent explosion.

Roger, who had quick eyes and quick hands, smashed out the evil mark in his hand!

...

"You killed a multi-legged earth dragon"

"You gained 17 XP"

"Your hair is slightly smoother"

...

"Damn!"

Roger spit out the sand in his mouth.

This is the first mark he has brushed since he entered the Red Clay Wasteland!

But this property...

It can only be said that luck is not very good.

Looking at the torn corpse of the multi-footed earth dragon? Roger didn't move? He chose to continue lurking.

dusk.

Dark shadows drilled out from under the stones and rushed towards the corpse of the multi-legged earth dragon.

A kind smile spread across Roger's face.

He took his time patiently.

Wait until the body of the multi-legged earth dragon is completely covered by shadows.

He made the decisive move!

A bottle of Dragon Fat Fire was thrown away.

A little spark lights up.

The ground is full of flames!

Those shadows are being evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye!

...

"You killed a Giant Ant"

"You gained 1 XP"

"Your kidney metabolism has been slightly improved"

...

"Barely enough."

Looking at the giant god ants struggling in the firelight, Roger silently ranked them in the "meet by chance" level.

It is about equal to the younger brother of the bone dragon and the younger brother of the water ghost.

Just when he was about to get up and clean up the mess.

The sixth sense suddenly sprouted.

In chaos.

He noticed a very ugly bug, swaggering into the fire.

After a while, a large piece of charred meat about the size of its body flew out.

"A bug that isn't afraid of fire?"

Roger became interested and put on the "Hunter's Mark".

He is going to tail this bug!

Who knew that as soon as the hunter's mark was shot, the worm dropped the meat and flew towards Roger aggressively!

Roger didn't dare to neglect, and slapped him with a slap.

Smash Palm!

slap.

The bug was shot to death by Roger on the ground.

"Looking so ugly and so arrogant, I thought how strong..."

Roger was wondering.

A new prompt came from the data bar.

...

"You killed an Ether Eater Dragon"

"You gained 1 XP"

"Your reflection speed has been slightly increased"

...

"Re-reflection?"

With a jolt, Roger quickly dug the "worm" out of the mud.

"It's actually reflection! This is an attribute on the same level as toughness!"

His eyes lit up.

suddenly.

He felt that the appearance of the bug in his hand became more delicate.

"Could it be..."

"Is this just hitting it off?"

Roger thought silently.

...