Transforming into a sword god... Although it is not unexpected, it is indeed quite subtle to happen now. "I said, rubbing my chin.
Due to the particularity of the situation, my interest has been temporarily piqued.
Mainly because repairing the kitchen is not a job that can be completed immediately, and there is no point in rushing...
"Then the skill should have changed now? After all, the effect has already appeared just now, right?"
Viril tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said seriously: "I just searched for my skills and found that... "The Light of Feather', 'Forest Sanctuary'..."
Isn't this still the skill of the forest god?
"Wait a minute - I think there might be something fishy here." I stopped her from saying the name of the dish, "Anyway, judging from this situation, I'd better go outside and demonstrate it."
When I walked outside and Villier used the entangled tree vine, I confirmed the idea in my mind.
Looking at the clusters of sword energy in front of me, the corners of my eyes twitched unconsciously.
The edge of the entangled tree vines became a sword cage.
The bursting imprint turned into a stream of sword energy.
The brilliance of the wing feathers turned into a flash of sword light.
All in all, although Villier was shouting about that kind of skill, what he displayed was completely different.
"Eh! How could this happen?!" Kellas said in shock, "Wouldn't this give you a complete advantage in the duel? Say the wrong skill without any hindrance and then make the opponent's response method go wrong or something like that!"
"This application is indeed a situation..."
I have to say, this is indeed a good approach.
But I was thinking about something deeper.
The cognition has not changed, but the essence presented by the concept has changed.
This is also a manifestation of "people".
People's cognition reflects their views on things, but their essence is not necessarily like this.
So, is God like this?
Because there is no precedent for other gods to change their classes, I can't draw a conclusion.
I sighed and said: "I originally thought that Villier could use the skills of the Forest God to help me repair the floor, but now it seems that this is completely impossible."
"My skills are not for that kind of thing. If I were to use them, maybe the hotel would turn into a tree house."
After thinking about that scene for a moment——
"It seems pretty good. As a theme hotel, there should be a lot of people here."
"······"
Come on P!
Why did my train of thought get to that point! ! !
"Forget it, it doesn't hurt anyway, but in this case, Villier, your combat ability should have been greatly improved, right?"
I crossed my hands, tilted my head slightly and said.
Compared with the previous method of rolling up with vines and then throwing them roughly to the ground, sword energy seemed to be a more lethal and faster way of fighting.
Viril tilted her chin and thought for a while and then said: "Probably... It seems to be true, but I am not used to the current fighting method now - I always feel a little less safe. .”
This is indeed the case. In the past, Villier seemed to have wrapped herself in layers of vines, and then pushed herself out to fight like a hairy ball.
Now...
"Could it be that, Villier, you are a sports idiot?"
"It's definitely fine just from a physical standpoint." Villier puffed her mouth in dissatisfaction, "But to be honest, I don't know any skills, so I can probably only use my own skills, right?"
So after the sword god who uses the magic of the forest god, you have been awarded the title of sword god who can't fight in close combat and can only cast spells from a distance.
"...Gods can still be learned, right?"
Villier nodded and said seriously: "Of course, after all, the creation of gods also involves 'learning' to a certain extent."
Upgrade of information aggregate, well, this name is just something I thought of.
Because he's very handsome, I'll leave it like that for now.
But just when I was about to think about Villier's melee training plan, I noticed the arrival of outsiders in my perception.
This is the first outsider to come here since I came back.
"Someone is coming." Kyle Rath, who was looking at her torn clothes with distress, raised her head and said alertly, "Someone is coming, hey, he smells the same as the previous demon hunter, full of herbal smell. , and it stinks terribly, don’t these people even take a shower?”
"I'm afraid it's not a matter of taking a shower or not..." I sighed.
To be more precise, it's because of the potion that stimulates potential.
"To a certain extent, they are hanging on by their own skin."
"Oh, I've heard about that." Kellas tilted his head, "It's because you exchanged your life for power, right?"
She seemed to realize something and suddenly exclaimed: "Hey! In other words, the smell just now was actually the smell of death!"
"Don't expect me to understand your thoughts, I can't smell anything." I blocked Kyle's inexplicably turned head.
But the arrival of a demon hunter at this time is not good news.
After all, the current situation can probably be called internal and external troubles. If a demon hunter comes to interfere again at this time, this place will become a whirlpool of events again.
"Anyway, let's go back to the store first."
There is another important point - Teresa.
I hope she has really come out of the shadows, and we can take this opportunity to see what her real situation is like.
After doing some disguise work in place to prevent leaving any clues, I returned to the hotel and wiped the endless wine glasses and bowls like a normal hotel owner.
Of course, now that I am a hotel owner, I feel that doing this might be really boring...
Not long after, there was a knock on the hotel door for the first time in a long time.
I raised my head pretending to be surprised and looked in the direction of the door. There was a rather burly man standing there.
······Why are the demon hunters so vicissitudes of life?
Although it looks like a normal style, it is obvious that the leather jacket is made of suspicious material, the waist is covered with unknown rune stones, there is also a medicine bottle faintly exposed from the bag, the sleeves are not particularly natural, and a secret Silver sword.
And he looked very sloppy, as if he had just emerged from the wilderness.
However, out of professional ethics in every sense of the word, I still smiled and said, "Guest - are you a top-notch person? Or are you staying in a hotel?"
