Chapter 52 If you go any slower, you won’t make any money.

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Victor found Erica in a dense forest.

She was unconscious among the weeds, her body wrapped in a thin barrier, and her pulse and breathing were extremely weak.

If it weren't for this magic barrier, Erica's life might have been decided in that battle.

And now, she is still dying.

"Too dangerous."

Victor said calmly.

Whether it was the volcano incident or the demon invasion just now, Erica was like a dazed young man who had never been in danger.

The consequences were never considered.

If Victor hadn't cracked the magic circle in advance, Erica would probably have been swallowed by Yelm.

"The Duke's education methods are very problematic."

Erica always wanted to express herself, she always wanted to impress others.

Especially her father.

but.....

Victor turned his eyes to the other side, the purple-haired woman who also had wounds all over her body, but more serious ones.

She exudes a transparent magical light, and various magical buffs keep her alive.

But he was covered in bruises and bruises, and the tears in his muscles were even more difficult to detect under the skin.

Her injuries looked worse than Erica's.

"At least she's not as cold-blooded as her father."

If it weren't for Erica, this woman would definitely die at the hands of the devil.

Victor stared at her. Her clothes were completely torn, and the wounds exposed looked very ferocious.

Although the blood had stopped, the horrific wound still made people shudder.

"Did the fate line change because of Erica's appearance?"

In the prologue of the game, players will be told a background story of the demonic invasion.

In the middle of the first chapter, Gwen will tell the player the cause of her eldest sister's death.

Kefla Delin died at the hands of the greedy demon boss Yemu.

This character is a character that players have never had the opportunity to meet. There is not even a three-dimensional drawing in the game. It can be said that he is an NPC that really appears outside the plot.

And now, the woman lying on the ground in front of her was unconscious, and she was obviously somewhat similar to Gwen.

If nothing else, it’s Kevlar.

"She's a witcher."

Vega responded from the side.

"Then it makes sense."

Victor nodded, he understood what the identity of a witcher meant:

In the game, the demon hunter is a special profession. Players can become a demon hunter after completing the job transfer task by talking to a demon hunter NPC with orthodox bloodline.

In his previous life, Victor helped some players with their job transfer missions, and he also knew a lot about this profession.

Demon hunters have a very deep obsession with demons. Once they discover a demon, they will chase it to the ends of the earth until they kill it.

Or be killed by a demon.

And if the passive of the witcher's fanaticism is converted into game values, the witcher will cause an additional 50% damage to demonic units.

Since the devil is a collection of magic power, the demon hunter will also increase the damage to the mage by 10%.

Originally, mages were a group with lower blood volume and poor resistance.

After numerical conversion, the demon hunter has also become part of the mage's nemesis.

All in all, mages hate witchers.

Of course, The Witcher is not without its flaws.

Knights who are also melee professions can also use some magic to increase their strength, while demon hunters are a true 'no blue bar' profession.

"Fortunately I came early."

Victor leaned down and checked Kefla's condition.

Vega also nodded with deep intention.

"Indeed, if it comes later."

"Her injuries are almost healed."

Victor didn't take it seriously. He turned his palm and a bottle of scarlet potion appeared in his hand.

"You're quite good at making others owe you favors."

Vega said mockingly, watching helplessly as Victor poured the potion into Kefla's mouth and it was taken smoothly.

Then he took out another bottle and fed it to the unconscious Erica.

After doing all this, Victor clapped his hands and said:

"After all, I am not an orthodox cleric, so I cannot completely restore them."

But this sentence left Weijia speechless.

Victor pretended again.

So it asked very cooperatively.

"I can't understand how you did it?"

The state that is obviously out of the characteristics of death all shows the magical effect of the potion.

If Vega had Victor's eyes, he would definitely be able to see the two people who took the potion, and the blood bar above their heads would increase a lot in an instant.

For players, as long as there is a drop of blood left, it is not considered near death.

However, Victor can use NPC templates to take out player props. What's even more outrageous is that he can also provide them to other NPCs for use.

This is already his unique ability.

Other players cannot give player props to NPCs for use.

"Then, just wait quietly for a while."

Victor leaned back, and a seat formed on the ground to support his body.

He grabbed a magic book from the palm of his hand and supplemented the knowledge he should learn.

About ten minutes later, Kefla opened her eyes first. A strong feeling of weakness swept through her body instantly, and she didn't want to move at all, and the injuries on her body all revealed her current bad state.

The moment the frustration hit, Kefla felt the urge to commit suicide.

Unexpectedly, she managed to survive after the battle with the demon.

"You have to thank Duke Levi, he raised a good daughter."

The sound of turning pages stopped, and Victor put away the book, staring at Kefla with his dark eyes.

Hearing the sound, Kefla froze and pushed herself up with difficulty.

The man in front of him was sitting on a chair, looking particularly mysterious under the support of the black trench coat and the one-eyed crow.

Extremely elegant.

Her eyes were still a little blurry, and she didn't recognize who the other person was at the first time.

But Kefla was a little confused.

Chair?

Where did he get a chair in this crappy place?

There was no time for her to think too much. When she heard the other party's words, she resisted the pain in her body and quickly turned her head to look to the other side.

Erica du Croy.

Although Kefla will lose her mind when fighting the demon, the memory will not disappear with it.

What's more, the various buffs emanating from her body tell her what happened during the battle.

In the previous battle, the devil's unique skill covered the earth with ink.

Definitely a fatal injury.

Kefla, who is experienced in combat, told herself this.

In other words, Erica used magic to save the lives of the two of them while she was awake before.

Kefla felt a little desolate.

If it weren't for Erica, he would have ended up in the hands of the devil.

She didn't expect that the devil was so powerful and she was so weak.

"She suffered a penetrating injury to her shoulder, and she was able to save both of you."

"It's amazing."

Victor's words hit her hard in the heart again.

Kefla felt guilty.

"That...that devil."

"You are not its opponent, but to be honest, if it is just a head-on fight, no one can defeat it unless the emperor is willing to come in person."

Kefla raised her head, her brows furrowed.

She couldn't understand.

That demon was so powerful that, as a demon hunter, she had never heard of it.

It was like an existence that should not appear in the world. Kefla noticed it, so she chased it confidently.

However, the other party never seemed to regard her as an opponent.

In the end, he almost lost his life because of his pride.

"However, we have already solved the aftermath."

Victor stood up, and the chair beneath him dissolved on its own.

He walked up to Kefla, shook his windbreaker, and two bottles of scarlet potion fell in front of Kefla.

"Remember to think more carefully before acting rashly."

"Even if a demon hunter is blindly controlled by instinct, he may not have better results."

"Also, remember to take the medicine, Miss Kefla."

Victor shook his windbreaker and turned around.

Kefla stared blankly at the man in front of her. After she recovered, her eyes became clearer, and she suddenly recognized him.

"Victor...is that you?"

Victor didn't look back, just left a word.

"Don't forget to take Erica back with you. I don't want the Duke to misunderstand me again."

After a dark wind blew, the leaves blocked Kefla's sight.

When the dark wind dissipated and the leaves scattered, Victor's figure was gone.

On the spot, only a black crow tail feather was left, symbolizing that he had still been here.

The feather floated in front of Kefla, and she grabbed it in her hand, feeling heavy and complicated.

Because there is a clear handwriting written on the feather:

"Four bottles of recovery potion, eight thousand Geo, remember to pay."

She braced herself and picked up the red potion that was thrown on the ground.

The color was as bright as blood and completely different from any recovery potion she had ever seen.

She hesitated for a moment, then opened the lid and poured it into her mouth.

A bright green light emerged from his body, and half of his injuries recovered in an instant.

She felt a power spread throughout her body.

"I can stand up now."

"What a magical potion."

She thought to herself that there was one last bottle left, and if she drank it, it would restore her more fighting power.

But now there was no need for her to fight.

She left the potion with Erica, held her in her arms, opened the potion, and poured it into Erica's mouth.



Boom, boom, boom! ! !

There was a knock on the door of Du Croy's house, and Duke Levi ran out of the door almost immediately.

He stood at the door and watched Erica and Kefla helping each other to the front of the house.

Erica looked at her father in disgrace and laughed happily:

"Father, Sister Kefla and I held off the devil for a long time."

"Am I awesome?"

Even though Erica was weak, her eyes still shone with anticipation when she mentioned this matter.

"I'm no longer a dragster!"

"..."

Duke Levi remained silent and did not speak.

The atmosphere seemed a bit stiff at this time.

Erica shrank her neck and lowered her head, seeming a little scared.

And the next second.

The strong embrace held her, as warm as she had experienced when she was a child.

Her father's trembling voice rang in her ears.

"Erica."

"You will always be daddy's pride."