When the first ray of sunshine in the morning spread across the earth, a dilapidated carriage slowly appeared from the horizon.
"Uncle, are you really a refugee? Can you tell me the story outside?"
In the carriage, Crant, who had dark circles under his eyes, poked his head out.
However, in response to his inquiry, the coachman had no intention of communicating with him, and did not even look at him.
Clemont was not disappointed with this result, because this was not the first time he asked this question, but the coachman's reaction was the same from beginning to end.
"That's right. Now I have the title of Baron, but I don't have the status of Baron. Even the waiters in the castle don't take him seriously, let alone the coachman who has been implicated by me. He probably wants to kill him now.
Save yourself!"
Thinking of this, Crant huddled back into the small compartment angrily.
"Well, this should be the Kethorn Plains. At the current speed, we should be able to leave the territory of Sacker Territory tomorrow evening. It is estimated that it will take two days to reach Claymont Territory. During this time, we can study the mystery.
system!"
After putting away the map in his hand, Clemont closed his eyes. As his mind relaxed, a stream of yellow sand gradually appeared in the depths of his mind.
Then it split into several streams of sand at an extremely fast speed, forming a string of yellow sand characters.
[Name: Clement Thacker]
[Specialization: Advanced Swordsmanship]
[Racial Talent: None]
[Note: Specialization abilities can only be obtained by contacting the carrier of the specialization abilities. If he has multiple specialization abilities, he will obtain one of them immediately. 】
[Note: No matter how many specializations the specialization ability carrier has, the host can only obtain one specialization ability from him, and the specialization acquired will be reduced by one level. If the specialization host already possesses it, the highest level will be retained. 】
[Note: It has been detected that there are many races in this plane, and racial talents are specially opened. The specific usage needs to be explored by the host. 】
[Note: This plane is a plane where gods descend, so the host please proceed with caution! (The plane where gods descend is a plane where gods can descend at any time!)]
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After reading the third note, Clemont was confused. The specialization ability was easy to understand, but was this racial talent ‘none’ a mistake?
"Don't I even have the talent for gossip and leverage? I remember that I was quite gossipy. I still remember the time I was fired for listening to my boss's gossip! Or is it that my current body has no racial talent?
Woolen cloth?"
Clemont, who couldn't figure it out, immediately focused on the last line.
God descended to the plane! These four words made his scalp tingle. Sure enough, there are gods in this world, and judging from the importance of the system, the gods here are by no means the false gods he imagined!
As for the system’s reminder, Clemont just wanted to say, “You’re worrying too much!”
Although now that the system is with him, the fear and uneasiness he felt before coming to a strange environment has been alleviated a lot, but based on his character, he will never jump out to commit suicide before he has the ability to protect himself!
"Forget it, even if there are gods, they probably won't notice an ant like me. It's better to find ways to improve your strength now!"
Forgetting the matter of God, Clemont immediately took it out from the package at his feet. A moment later, a rusty dagger that was only half a meter long was caught in his hand.
Even though the dagger was old and worn, it was something that Clement had sharpened with the guards on guard before he got on the carriage. The purpose was to try out the advanced swordsmanship skills acquired from the coachman.
Before that, Clemont had learned something about specialization from the book, but he didn't know the specific secret yet.
He only knows that in this world, in addition to the elemental power brought by awakening, the other thing that determines a person's strength is specialization.
Although there are many categories of specialization, they are generally divided into six stages, namely beginner, intermediate, advanced, master, grandmaster and legend.
The reason why Clemont is so curious about the coachman is because the swordsmanship expertise he copied from the coachman is advanced, and according to the rules of the system, it means that this inconspicuous coachman has master-level swordsmanship expertise.
Refined.
It is really doubtful that a refugee who has fled has such high-level proficiency. Of course, Clement still believed in the identity of the refugee coachman because he had seen him in the team of refugees entering the city three days ago.
This person.
Although I only glanced around at that time, the gray hair of the coachman was still very conspicuous among the refugees who were generally brown and blond.
"Uncle, we have been walking for most of the day, and the horses must be tired. Let's rest here for a while before leaving!"
When the carriage stopped, Clemont couldn't wait to jump out of the car. He looked up and saw a crooked and uneven road leading into the distance, surrounded by open plains with lush vegetation, wind blowing, and grass blades.
There was a rustling sound, as if cheerful children were singing songs.
Looking at the beautiful scenery, Crant felt inexplicably relieved. Then he stretched his limbs, which were sore from sitting for a long time, and walked to the grass beside him with his dagger in hand.
Looking at the sword in his hand, he felt a little confused. In his previous life, he had only seen others playing swordsmanship on TV. He didn't know anything about swordsmanship. How should he verify this?
Just as he was immersed in thought, a strong wind blew by, and the surrounding trees began to rustle, and some dead leaves rose with the wind, and then slowly fell.
Seeing this, Clemont's eyes lit up, he turned around and ran towards the nearest big tree. At the same time, the dagger in his hand stabbed out in the air one after another like a dragonfly touching water. The speed was so fast that it was dizzying.
.
At this moment, Clemont felt a flash of light in his mind, and an extremely mysterious feeling emerged spontaneously. At this moment, he seemed to be standing in the endless galaxy, everything around him stopped, and the fallen leaves in front of him were within reach.
In the distance, when the driver who was feeding the horse caught this scene out of the corner of his eye, his originally dead-like pupils shrank for an instant, and a trace of shock appeared on his wrinkled face.
Under the tree, Clement, who had withdrawn from that mysterious state, looked at the dead leaves strung on the dagger, and the smile on his lips could no longer be suppressed.
"Hahaha...I understand, it is indeed the case!"
The verification result was as he thought. This specialization is like a passive skill in the game. It will provide an increase to the character at all times. With this increase, the combat effectiveness will be greatly improved.
However, there is still a difference between specialization and passive skills. Specialization is only a unilateral increase and will not strengthen the whole. Just like just now, although he can accurately penetrate dead leaves with his sword, if he changes to
One kind of weapon probably won't work.
"Well, I have to find a way to learn some sword skills! But before that, I still have to learn fighting spirit first!"
In this world, fighting spirit magic is the mainstream and the cornerstone of all professional practice. Those who have skills but no strength will eventually be eliminated.
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"Great Lord Kovic, the mouse has escaped, should we follow it now?"
On a hillside thousands of meters away from the rear of the carriage, an attendant lowered his head in fear.
After hearing the attendant's words, Kovich, who was closing his eyes to rest, opened his eyes, gently patted the neck of the old man next to him, and smiled contemptuously.
"Haha, don't worry, a mouse is a mouse after all. No matter how fast it runs, it can't escape the pursuit of the eagle!"