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  Chapter 25 Gain

  "Two magic stones per pound of monster meat, indeed."

  Ronan thought for a long time but couldn't find a suitable adjective, and finally could only use the word "awesome" to describe it.

  Warcraft has a special physique, and its flesh and blood contain a large amount of energy particles, which can more easily stimulate the taste buds of wizards who deal with energy particles all year round.

  So even if it is just simply cooked, the taste of Warcraft meat will be more fragrant than ordinary meat.

  Ordinary wizard apprentices are already troubled by the problem of erosion by energy particles. After tasting the meat of magical beasts, they have to take potions to dissolve the accumulation of energy particles.

  Only official wizards whose physiques have undergone preliminary transformation by energy particles can eat it without restraint.

  Ronan's [Austerity Body Tempering] had recently broken through to the proficient level, and his physique had been greatly improved, so he could use it with confidence.

  He mainly wanted to try something new.

  After the news of the impending invasion of the wizards from the Dark Land spread, the entire Hoddam was in a state of panic as if before a war, and the prices of all materials soared.

  The only item whose price has not increased but has plummeted is probably World of Warcraft meat.

  "According to the butcher, because supplies are tight right now, every wizard in Hoddam is trying their best to arm themselves and use every magic stone to the best of their ability to prepare for the upcoming battle.

  There are fewer people willing to spend money to satisfy their appetite, so the price of monster meat, which is difficult to store, has naturally dropped."

  "In the past, one pound of meat from the zero-level magical beast, the White-tusked Porcupine, would have cost five low-level magic stones."

  Ronan sat in a chair and picked his teeth for a while.

  I don't know what's going on, I just feel very hot all over.

  Even drinking two large pots of boiled water failed to quench the anger in his body, so he could only start practicing body building on the spot, trying to vent the energy that was about to overflow.

  Two hours later, Ronan, drenched in sweat and looking as if he had just been pulled out of the water, finally felt like he had returned to normal.

  "Am I the only one who has this problem after eating monster meat? Am I allergic to monster meat?"

  Ronan was puzzled.

  Logically speaking, if energy particles accumulate in the body and cannot be discharged, this should not be the symptom. It should be very painful.

  But he just looked as if he had taken some tonic medicine, and his whole body was swollen.

  Ronan casually called up the character panel, took a look, and uttered "Huh".

  The skill bar on the panel shows that the proficiency of [Austerity Body Building] has increased by 11 points compared to before.

  And this was just an exercise after dinner.

  "Could it be that the monster meat has an auxiliary and beneficial effect on the body-building method?!"

  Ronan blinked, feeling incredible.

  After thinking about it carefully, I felt that I was making a fuss out of nothing.

  "I'm afraid this is not a secret at all. The effect of monster meat is insignificant to wizards.

  Wizards who can afford to eat monster meat will never focus on body building, and wizards who practice body building techniques rarely can afford to eat monster meat.

  I can barely be considered an outlier."

  As for those mortals who practiced the way of knights, they probably regarded the flesh of monsters as a rare treasure that could only be found by chance.

  Regardless, this is good news for Ronan.

  With the help of monster meat, his progress in [Austerity Body Building] will undoubtedly be much faster, and it just so happens that monster meat is cheap now.

  After a slight joy, the haze returned.

  Ronan walked to the side of the cabin, took down a one-handed sword that was shining with a cold light hanging on the wall, held it in his hand and waved it casually, sighing softly.  

  "War"

  More than half a month has passed, and the tense atmosphere in the Hoddam Wizard Land has not diminished at all, but has become even more intense.

  There is a growing feeling that a major war is about to begin.

  The body of the black-robed wizard hanging on the wooden stake at the town gate had long been dried in the sun, and two more wooden stakes were added.

  The soaring prices of commodities and housing, the freshly bloodied corpse of the black robe, and the flying rumors are constantly stirring the fragile and sensitive nerves of the wizards at the bottom of the wizarding world.

  Ronan was similarly affected.

  It can even be said that Ronan, who was accustomed to the harmonious social life in his previous life, was more anxious than ordinary people when facing the impending war.

  He followed the trend and purchased a lot of supplies, and stored enough food in his small house to last him for half a year.

  In addition to daily practice, they also set aside some time to collect wild fruits, dry them or make them into jam.

  Most of the meat of hunted wild animals was made into bacon.

  Ronan didn't know he had so many skills... they were all driven out by anxiety.

  Fortunately, as a rune master, Ronan also benefited a little from the war.

  The prices of magical equipment have skyrocketed, and the prices of runes have also risen accordingly.

  The unit price of the [Clean] rune has increased to two magic stones, and the unit price of the [Shining] rune has increased to three.

  This increase is still small. The price of runes above the intermediate level has increased dramatically. The price of the most popular [Protection] rune has reached 15 magic stones.

  Ronan naturally would not give up this great opportunity to make a fortune. He had already begun to study the engraving of the [Protection] rune and even developed a keen interest in the work of the enchanter.

  A rune master is, after all, still an employee for others, like a low-level assembly line worker, but an enchanter is different, he can be considered a high-level technician.

  At the same level, there is a huge income gap between the two.

  Unfortunately, let alone enchantment, Ronan has been studying the small [Protection] rune for more than half a month and has not yet mastered it.

  The complexity and difficulty of engraving the zero-level intermediate runes far exceeded his expectations. Even with the assistance of the panel, his self-study progress was as slow as a turtle's crawl.

  Taking the one-handed sword that he had bought at the wizard market for half a low-level magic stone, Ronan practiced for a while on a mundane knight sword skill that the seller had given with the sword. Feeling that he was in good shape, he put down the sword and went back to practicing the engraving of the [Protection] rune.

  Facing the magic ring on his hand that was enchanted with the finished [Protection] rune, he practiced until his mental strength was almost exhausted and he used up several blank rune stones.

  Ronan rubbed his brows tiredly, absorbing the gains and insights fed back by the practice panel several times, while taking out a blue potion in a beautiful crystal bottle from his waist bag.

  Low-level concentration potion.

  Affected by the "war", the price of medicine is now ridiculously high.

  Fortunately, Ronan emptied out his fortune when the price surge was not that exaggerated, and sold the things he had stolen from the dead wizard. Later he found out that they were "low-level healing potions" used specifically for healing wounds. He collected a sum of magic stones and bought three bottles of low-level concentration potions in one go.

  I have already drunk two bottles, and now I have the third bottle in my hand, which is also the last one.

  "The effect is getting worse. I hope I can break through it smoothly."

  Ronan looked at the 94% progress bar behind the fourth-level wizard apprentice on the character panel and prayed silently in his heart.

  Without any hesitation, he unscrewed the crystal bottle and drank the entire bottle of medicine in one gulp. Then he poured boiled water into it and rinsed it three times before drinking it all.

  After doing all this, Ronan quickly climbed onto the bed, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to concentrate on meditation.

  (End of this chapter)