"Have you heard of...the inscriptions in your body?"

The inscriptionist suddenly lifted his hood, his ordinary face exposed to his sight, and excitedly grabbed his arm and asked, "Do you know the ancient inscription?"

"I just heard someone mention it by chance."

"No, it's impossible, very few people will know... who it is?"

"Belu." Zhang He said sorry in his heart and turned the blame on the 'teacher.'

The excitement on the inscription master's face instantly solidified, and he let go of the hand holding him.

His face was ugly, fearful, hatred, and resentful...

It seems that Beiru's deterrence is much stronger than Zhang He expected.

In the future, can I betray the tiger's skin and pretend to be a tiger's power?

The previous pair of hands hurt me, and the strength was not as strong as what an old man should have.

But thinking that this is an extraordinary world, nothing is possible.

Put on the hood again, the inscriptionist said in a low tone: "Your choice? I'm very busy and I don't have time to waste!"

"Is there anything like a directory?" Although something is wrong here, Zhang He will not joke about the inscriptions.

It not only concerns advancement, but also concerns the focus and development direction of one's future abilities.

Wow~

Two pages of paper were thrown in front of him, and the inscriptionist said coldly, "Hurry up."

There were not many choices in it. In fact, when you glanced over, Zhang He saw everything he knew.

Solid, huge force, fast...

Regeneration; enhances the body's healing ability and enhances vitality.

This is a good choice, but unfortunately, I have to wait until after level 3.

The inscription needs a ‘living body’ to provide energy and produce extraordinary things. If there is not enough energy, it will suck everything it can absorb.

The "living body" including the inscription is recorded in the "Newbie Collection". Some people tried to engrave super-grade, but the ending was extremely miserable...

Zhang He believes that the extraordinary power in his body can fully meet the needs of "regeneration".

Unfortunately, he couldn't explain it.

The inscriptionist's attitude towards "Belu" made him decide to give up on taking risks.

Turning on the second page, Zhang He continued to filter.

Soon, he saw a strange inscription; the hound nose.

"What is a hound nose?"

"That is an ancient and incomplete inscription that can effectively distinguish odors and track prey..."

The inscriptionist was in a bad mood after losing the experimental subject.

But he still explained the effect of the inscriptions dutifully. The dereliction of duty is a serious crime. The inscriptionist made a mistake once and would not make the same mistake again.

“Tracking the scent.”

Zhang He was a little moved and pondered: "Range?"

“3000 meters.”

"Are there any chance to make up for it?"

"Of course." The inscription master smiled very happily.

It is real and theoretically possible to complete it.

It's just that no one has done it for nearly a thousand years!

There is no problem with the inscription master's answer.

Destroying someone related to Beiru, even if you just know that name, can make him happy for a long time...

"It's it." Zhang He said firmly.

He could hear the excitement in the inscription master's tone, which was definitely not kindness.

But he still insisted on doing so.

The teasing laughter could not be concealed. The inscriptionist selected the tools and said, "You made a wise choice."

He raised his head, Zhang He took a deep breath and waited for the upcoming engraving.

The foreign object penetrated into the nose, and the pain pierced the soul. The body was trembling as if sitting on a pile driver. Zhang He grabbed his legs and said nothing.

If you cannot avoid pain, try getting used to it.

...

30 minutes later, Zhang He covered his nose and walked out of the cave.

The moment he sold the hole with his right foot, he swore to himself in his heart that he would never step into this damn place again in his life.

Back in the room, the previous thoughts disappeared.

"So there are so many kinds of smells in the world!" Sitting beside the bed, she opened her eyes and sniffed the smell in the air.

He can clearly distinguish the origin of each odor and use it to track individuals emitting the odor.

But it tastes a little, not very friendly...

"The union should emphasize personal hygiene. How long has it been since these people took a shower!" He opened his eyes again, Zhang He pinched his nose and said in pain.

The heat in the nasal cavity disappeared, and the use of the "hound nose" stopped, the shadow brought by the strange smell had not yet dissipated.

There are also those "evil" auras, just to detect the smell, and the spine is like a needle constantly pricking itself.

Zhang He murmured with a complicated expression: "Hunter..."

According to the experiment just now, he could smell less than 10 miles.

This is not the same as what the inscription master said.

Could it be that the extraordinary power in his body is far beyond the first level?

At the same time, Zhang He learned that what kind of giant Hunter Guild is, the construction organization that is more complex than a hive, and I don’t know how many secrets it hides.

The first-order inscription was successful.

It means that from now on, he is a first-class hunter.

The inscriptions in the nasal cavity confirm his speculation that the inscriptions in the body are feasible.

Although it really hurts (ノдヽ)

Opening the parchment roll again, Zhang He felt that he had made a lot of money!

Who would have thought that an inconspicuous goblin had such an amazing treasure hidden in it?

I'm afraid, Sherlock himself did not know the value of this parchment.

In fact, at this time, the real owner of the parchment was screaming in the cave with thunder.

Some goblins stole his precious collection, dirty, lowly, and despicable thief.

"When I find him, I will stuff his head into the eyes of the Domamon, and then stuff his XX with gunpowder..."

In the corner outside the cave where no one paid attention to it, Sherlock, who was covered in dirty body, curled up and buried his head between his knees...

He was watching the gold pound hidden close to his body. Even though he was wearing clothes, the touch of the skin was so real, as if he could really see it.

Golden, hard, friction...

Oh ~

Damn it, it feels awesome.

As for the roar in the cave, Sherlock didn't hear a word.

Hunter's House, 5 low-level cores are arranged in a row by the bed.

Zhang He sat on the ground, looking at these cores, feeling both nervous and excited.

If the idea is successful, the room will be guaranteed.

Put your right hand on the first core, open and close your eyes.

Buzz ~

...

...

Four days later, Zhang He, who was reading a book in the room, heard a knock on the door.

"Red Eyes." The bearded dwarf asked with his arms clamped a rectangular box, his face full of irritability and his eyes red.

"Yes." Zhang He nodded.

Dong.

As soon as he raised his arm, the box fell to the ground, the bearded man turned around and cursed and walked away: "The hell hunter threatens Caesar...the devil, the ball...

I haven't closed my eyes for 5 days. My cute and healthy wife must be very anxious... It's all the fault of that monster... Don't think about letting me build it for you again..."

Looking at the rectangular box in front of the door, Zhang He knew that it was his weapon.

What is the magic of forging and melting stone?

Not only did Beiru's expression change drastically, he also offered to find someone to build weapons for himself, which seemed like he was afraid that he would ruin it.

Now, the weapon is right in front of you.
Chapter completed!