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Chapter 121 Pickpocket
Chapter 121 Pickpocket
Xia Lin ignored it, and simply touched the cold scale in her arms.
This trip was worth it.
Maybe I should take advantage of this stroke of good luck and extract the two affixes I got from the previous battle?
As night deepened, the glow of the campfire flickered in the woods.
Xia Lin leaned against a leaning tree trunk, his eyes closed, seemingly resting, but his consciousness had sunk into a realm that only he could see.
Time to smoke.
The series of battles over the past few days have accumulated quite a few orbs of light.
Lance the beastman and that wolf-dragon should be enough for him to have a good "lottery".
He took a deep breath and focused his mind on the few clusters of light floating beside the dictionary.
First.
A halo of light flows, the turntable rotates—
[Acquired entry: Paladin's Zeal (Green)]
Effect: When fighting against dark monsters (undead, demons, beastmen, and creatures corrupted by evil), attacks inflict a small amount of radiant damage. The effect is slightly enhanced when equipped or using special relic items.
Synopsis: Originating from a paladin's unwavering devotion as he clutched his sword hilt on the verge of death. That faith in the light, even in his final moments ravaged by beastly corruption, was not completely extinguished.
Comment: "Even in darkness, there is still a ray of light in one's heart."
Xia Lin was slightly taken aback.
Lance's entry —
He paused for a moment, then with a thought, he added the green entry to his collection.
This item, combined with the Silver Flame Holy Symbol, is already a powerful counter to evil creatures. With the added enhancement of this attribute, it should be able to play a significant role.
made money.
The second orb of light came from the wolf-winged dragon.
The turntable spun, and the halo dissipated.
[Obtained entry: Lucky Dice (Green)]
Effect: When using control-related terms, there is a chance to trigger "lucky judgment", which makes the control ignore the difference in the target's perception attributes (or greatly reduce the difficulty of judgment) and succeed directly.
The trigger probability is affected by the target's strength, the user's status, and — "Lady Luck's mood".
Description: A spiritual control ability inherited from the bloodline of the wolf-winged dragon. Its ability to control so many beast-human puppets relies not only on talent, but also on a touch of almost cheating "luck".
Comment: "Sometimes, success only requires a little bit of luck."
Xia Lin's eyes lit up.
Ignore attribute differences?
He recalled the awkwardness of controlling that water frog before. He could only bully small animals, but when he encountered someone like Woody, whose perception was ridiculously high, he didn't even have the right to make a judgment.
But now—
With this entry, even if you encounter a creature with a higher level of perception, you might still have a chance to successfully control it directly?
Although "Lady Luck's mood" sounds a bit far-fetched, but—
It's better than having no chance at all, right?
He tried to focus his mind on Woody, while activating the phrase "[Perception Contrast: Xia Lin (5) vs. Woody (???)]".
[Lucky check triggered — Check in progress —]
[Judgment failed: Lady Luck is in a so-so mood today, please try again next time]
Xia Lin:
'
Okay, at least it shows that this mechanism exists.
A few days later, the outline of the town of Erwin finally came into view.
Xia Lin, Jia Lu, and Kyle dragged their weary bodies along the familiar gravel road and entered the town's entrance.
The town was even noisier than when they left.
The streets were bustling with people, with adventurers dressed in various leather armor and carrying all sorts of weapons coming and going in an endless stream.
Some were elated, clearly having reaped a great harvest; some were dejected, bearing injuries; and others—with shifty eyes, looking around, clearly not respectable people.
"It's gotten even more lively after the Dragon Disaster," Garu muttered. "These people really value money over their lives."
Kyle nodded: "The conditions offered for the search and rescue mission are too tempting to resist. Besides, it's a mixed bag; all sorts of people have infiltrated—thieves, swindlers, black market dealers—we have to be careful."
Xia Lin wholeheartedly agreed. He calmly placed his hand on his money bag, his gaze sweeping warily over the surrounding crowd.
Just then—
He noticed a hand silently reaching towards his waist.
The hands were black and filthy, the fingernails filled with dirt and grime, but the movements were very light, clearly the work of an experienced hand.
Xia Lin did not turn around.
He suddenly reached out and grabbed that wrist!
"Ouch--!"
A cry of pain rang out from beside me.
Xia Lin turned her head and saw a bratty kid, about twelve or thirteen years old, struggling and baring his teeth.
That brat was as thin as a bamboo pole, his face was filthy, but his eyes gleamed with a cunning and arrogance that didn't match his age.
"Let go of me!" The brat tried to pull his hand away, but Xia Lin's hand was like an iron clamp, not moving an inch.
"You stole it from me?"
The brat wasn't scared at all. Instead, he tilted his head back, giving me a "what can you do to me?" look: "So what if I stole from you? You better let me go. Do you know who I work for?"
Xia Lin raised an eyebrow, not letting go of his grip. These homeless people were organized, and there should be other accomplices nearby.
Sure enough, a man soon stepped out from the crowd.
The man was wearing a worn leather vest, revealing two arms with messy stripes.
He walked up to Xia Lin, crossed his arms, and glanced at Xia Lin and the two obviously intimidating companions behind him.
But soon, his self-illumination returned to Xia Lin.
After all, Xia Lin looked the most "ordinary".
"Hey," the man said, his tone carrying the arrogance typical of a local bully, "this kid is mine. If you know what's good for you, release him."
Xia Lin looked at him without saying a word.
Seeing that he remained unmoved, the man continued, "I advise you not to be ungrateful. This child is still young and doesn't understand. Why are you arguing with him? Let him go, and this matter will be over. Otherwise—"
He paused, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of threat, "In this area, if you offend us, you'll regret it. Understand?"
Xia Lin nodded after listening.
The man was secretly pleased, thinking that his intimidation had worked.
then.
Xia Lin loosened her grip on the boy's wrist.
He delivered a powerful flying kick to the smug kid!
The mischievous child flew in an arc and crashed heavily onto the muddy ground three meters away, making a dull thud and a pig-like scream.
The man froze.
The passersby were also stunned.
"You—!" The man pointed at Xia Lin, his face full of disbelief. "What are you doing?! Didn't I make myself clear? This area is under our protection! You've offended us!"
He hadn't finished speaking.
Xia Lin had already taken a step and stood in front of him.
"Bang bang bang!"
Three punches later, half of the man's face was turned into a pig's head.
The man staggered backward, covering his face with his hands and letting out a pig-like wail.
Xia Lin withdrew his fist and shook the blood off his hands expressionlessly: "I hate it when people threaten me the most."