Chapter 129

Hearthstone: Legend has it that there is an ancient tradition in Azeroth. People who travel far from home usually take a stone from the fireplace in their home. When people think of their hometown, looking at the Hearthstone by their side can alleviate homesickness.

This is a magical stone that contains a mysterious power that can escort travelers back to their homes instantly. Cooldown: thirty days. This Hearthstone can only be bound to one residence and cannot be changed.

Hearthstone is a quite familiar item to all World of Warcraft players. However, after seeing the effect and cooldown of the Hearthstone introduced by the system, Wayne somewhat understood why it was evaluated as an ordinary-level item.

It is indeed very useful. Simply put, it is a directional teleportation prop. With it, not only is there a way to travel that saves a lot of time, but it can also be used as a means to escape danger.

However, the cooldown is still too long. The thirty-day interval determines that it cannot be used as a regular prop. But for witchers who go out to execute missions, it is a super artifact for saving time on the return journey.

And what makes Wayne feel tangled now is that this Hearthstone can only be bound to one residence and cannot be changed. Which location should he bind it to to be most appropriate? But soon, Wayne threw away these thoughts. Since it wasn't time to use the Hearthstone yet, he would just wait until it was needed to worry about this problem.

After settling his mood, Wayne put the five useful items—Hearthstone, explosive tags, Fate Coins, intermediate healing potions, and skeleton summoning scrolls—into his magic-patterned storage bag.

As for items like throwing knives from other worlds and special food, he put them into another locked tin box in the room. Whether they were used or kept as collectibles, they were temporarily useless anyway.

However, for the last scroll that looked like a rolled-up piece of parchment, Wayne held it in his hand, thought for a moment, and finally put it into his waist bag.

This was a magic missile scroll from the Heroes of Might and Magic world, belonging to the lowest-level spell scroll in that world.

However, one point worth praising is that this kind of magic scroll is not one-time use. According to the explanation given by the system, until the internal magic structure is completely damaged, this kind of magic scroll can be used an infinite number of times.

And it doesn't store magic power itself; using this kind of scroll consumes the user's magic power. If the user's magic power is sufficient, this thing is a magic version of a pistol.

He prepared to go to the training ground in the backyard to test it and see how powerful the magic missile was. However, as the lowest-level spell, Wayne didn't hold much expectation for it.

When he came to the training ground in the backyard, Berengar was also conducting swordplay training there.

At this time, he was neither wearing Wolf School armor, nor were his pupils the cat-like vertical pupils unique to witchers. Perhaps to get rid of the shadow of the past, he even changed his hairstyle.

Coupled with the change in mentality, the expression on Berengar's face also became much more vivid. If other Wolf School witchers saw him, they might not recognize him anymore.

Wayne greeted him. Because there was no specific plan for future development for the time being, and Berengar's body hadn't fully recovered, he was still in a stage of recuperation. His main task at present was to look after the house and train his combat skills.

Before Wayne reached the training dummy, a fluffy little white ball of fur suddenly jumped out from the grass on the side. It had a fresh bone in its mouth, its little white short tail wagging constantly, and it stepped on its little short legs, circling around its master constantly, looking very happy, as if it had adapted to the new environment at home.

Wayne smiled and squatted down. Just as he reached out to touch its head, the little guy leaned over and kept licking him with its wet tongue.

Suddenly, Wayne's heart moved, and he felt a vague connection between himself and the little guy. Although he couldn't do anything through this connection, he could feel that the relationship between the little guy and him had become closer.

Wayne opened the system interface with a sudden realization, and sure enough, he found an extra skill in his auxiliary skill bar.

Animal Taming LV1: Animal Affinity +1, Master's Bond +1.

He touched the head of the little direwolf White Fang and looked at the black horse Lucifer staying in the stable, instantly feeling that the relationship between himself and his mount had also become closer.

Lucifer and White Fang also seemed to be able to feel the master's emotional changes more clearly and obey the master's orders better.

This should be the effect of animal taming.

Wayne felt a bit happy in his heart. He could already imagine that after his animal taming technique was raised to a high level, various wild beasts in the wilderness might no longer be enemies to him, but friends who could get close to him. He patted the little wolf cub's butt, let it go play in the yard, and he himself returned to the training dummy.

He took out the magic missile scroll from his waist bag, held it in his palm, and mobilized the Chaos Magic in his body, guiding them into the scroll.

As his mind moved, three purple cone-shaped energy missiles the size of fists immediately appeared ten centimeters in front of the scroll, and then, following his mind, flew rapidly toward the wooden dummy seven or eight meters away.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! It sounded like a hammer hitting wood. The wooden dummy swayed slightly a few times and soon returned to calm.

And the three magic missiles only made three shallow dents on the surface of the wood. The power was probably equivalent to an ordinary person's heavy punch.

This made Wayne a bit disappointed. He controlled his magic power again and injected it into the scroll under overload.

This time, nine cone-shaped energy light clusters formed in front of the scroll, arranged in a fan shape. Following his mind, they dispersed into nine routes and all hit the dummy. The power was slightly greater, but it didn't cause any substantial damage to the wooden dummy.

Sure enough, it was just the lowest-level spell scroll, Wayne thought in his heart. Although the consumption was very low—launching nine missiles at once like just now was probably equivalent to half the consumption of an ordinary Igni Sign—its power was really quite moving.

Unless it hit a body without any defense, it could only make the enemy feel pain.

After testing more than a dozen times in a row, Wayne put away the scroll with some disappointment. However, on second thought, he discovered another benefit of the magic missile.

This thing seemed to have a tracking function, could be controlled by mind alone, and could turn at will. The range was about thirty meters. Although the power was not great, it could at least accumulate over time. Dealing with targets without armor could also cause certain damage. It could be considered a means of attack.

After testing the power of the magic missile, Wayne didn't stay at home for long. Today was his lucky day, the time when he was most likely to trigger various good luck events. Staying at home was really a waste.

After dressing neatly, he began to stroll around the city, entering various shops when he had nothing to do, to see if he could pick up any bargains.

And don't say, lucky day is lucky day. In one morning, he picked up two ownerless money bags, and ran into a hero saving beauty event, beat away a few hooligans, and got to know the young lady of a noble baron's family.

If he was willing to develop deeply, he should be able to get a romantic encounter.

And in those shops, he also ran into many events of promotional discounts or sales, buying many good things and good materials that were usually hard to see.

And when he was strolling in the high-end commercial area, preparing to find a restaurant with a good taste to enjoy some food, he suddenly heard someone calling his name behind him.

"Wayne! Hehe, what a coincidence, running into you here."

He turned his head and saw a red-haired beauty wearing a purple lace dress, hair tied into a bun, and some sporadic freckles on her face looking at him with a smile.

Wayne was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face, and he greeted with a nod: "Lady Triss, it's rare to run into you on the street."

"Is today your day off?"

Triss covered her mouth and chuckled, looking at Wayne with those somewhat seductive eyes, and said: "I've already said, no need to call me Lady Triss, just call me Triss. Aren't we friends?"

(End of chapter)