Chapter 217: Unexpected Surprise and the Legend of Giants

The ability for both skill specialties to control luck—a trait that could almost be called the law of causality—is simply a divine skill.

Just as Wayne was feeling somewhat hesitant, the system popped up another option.

Ding! All four main skills have been upgraded to level ten, unlocking an extra skill specialty slot.

There is no limit to the extra skill specialty slots; any unselected skill specialty can be chosen, but each additional skill specialty increases the required ability points by one, stacking sequentially.

After seeing this system prompt, Wayne felt very pleasantly surprised. Besides no longer needing to struggle over which of these two super skills to choose, there was another reason: the skill specialties he had missed out on in the past could now be re-acquired.

This is simply a godsend for those with decision paralysis.

The only pity is that the system is forcing him to consume a large amount of ability points by doing this. If he were to choose every skill specialty, who knows how long it would take to gather enough to meet the requirements for the Advanced Elder Blood.

Holding such a conflicted attitude, Wayne tearfully spent two ability points to select both of these skills that can control luck.

These two skills, when used together, can achieve a one-plus-one-equals-two effect; it is simply a perfect combination.

As for the previous skill specialties, he would have to wait until he had a surplus of ability points before considering them. For instance, the previous Mutation Enhancement skill—since it can increase potential, it should also be arranged as soon as possible; the sooner, the better.

After finishing the selection of skill specialties, Wayne quickly turned his attention to another matter.

Because the mission for Letho and the others would still take some time to complete, and his time in Toussaint could not be wasted, he simply threw himself into the development of the other world.

Moreover, this other world is different from those deceptive high-magic worlds on the other side of the rifts he encountered before. There are no evil gods, no rampant magic, and in all likelihood, no exaggeratedly powerful mythological creatures. It is just right for him to explore now; perhaps with his strength, he could achieve a dimensionality-reduction strike and maximize his gains.

Soon, after handling some miscellaneous matters in the city of Beauclair, Wayne returned to the Karoberta Forest and found the spatial rift connecting to the low-magic world.

After some testing, he discovered that although there was a slight difference in the flow of time between the two worlds, the overall distinction was not significant. The place connected by the spatial rift was also a primitive forest, located in an uninhabited area, making it difficult to expose his position.

After entering the unknown forest of the other world, Wayne took out his magic flying carpet as usual, flew directly above the forest, and began to observe the surrounding environment.

However, just as he started flying, he experienced the downside of a low-magic world.

The magic concentration in this world is too low. Even though Wayne can almost completely convert the magic of this world, the speed of conversion still cannot compensate for his mana consumption.

And the excessively low magic in the air also affected the use of the magic flying carpet. Whether it was the flexibility of operation, flight speed, or flight altitude, none could reach the level of the Wizarding World; it could only be used barely and normally—better than nothing.

Riding the wind, after flying several hundred meters above the forest, Wayne gained a vast field of vision. With the help of a witcher's superior eyesight, he soon discovered the presence of indigenous people.

Besides a few scattered farms visible on the outskirts of the forest, a city that was exquisitely built, massive in size, and composed of a castle, high towers, walls, markets, and a moat—resembling a fortress as a whole—appeared about twenty or thirty kilometers away from the forest.

Although Wayne could not see the specific appearance of that fortress city due to the distance, in terms of its exterior, it was even more spectacular than some of the capital cities of the Northern Kingdoms in the Wizarding World.

Seeing this city, Wayne was surprised. Could the technology and productivity of this world be even higher than those of the Wizarding World?

With this question in mind, Wayne piloted the magic flying carpet, quickly flew over the forest beneath his feet, and arrived at the outskirts of the forest.

He could be certain that, given the magic concentration of this world, there should not exist any wizard more powerful than him.

Moreover, compared to the local spellcasters, Wayne's spatial bracelet and magic wine flask were stocked with a large amount of mana potions. Even in a war of attrition, the spellcasters here could not compete with him.

Therefore, he did not need to skulk around as he did in the Azeroth world; he did not need to avoid the gazes of those ambitious people and powerhouses, and could act boldly.

Of course, he also did not need to act like a greenhorn and expose his secrets directly to others; he just needed to act normally.

After arriving near a farm that seemed to be a livestock ranch, Wayne found a hidden corner, retracted the magic flying carpet, and, pretending to be a traveler, headed toward the farm.

His attire at this moment continued the look of the young tobacco merchant from Beauclair city. He could just use this identity as a cover to inquire about the information he needed. If that didn't work, he would have to rely on the Axii Sign to serve him.

After approaching the outskirts of the farm, the first person Wayne encountered was a human old man holding a walking stick and wearing a sheepskin coat. He was followed by a dozen sheep. Judging by his practiced movements, he was likely a worker responsible for herding the flock on the farm.

Immediately, he stepped toward the other party. However, Wayne was not in a hurry to speak, because he was not sure if the language of this world was the same as that of the Wizarding World, so he prepared to wait until the other party spoke before making any other decisions.

This elderly shepherd was a warm person. Seeing Wayne approach him, a smile immediately appeared on his face. He nodded at the handsomely dressed and handsome-looking Wayne and said:

"Sir, is there something you need?"

Hearing that the other party was speaking English, Wayne raised an eyebrow, but his expression did not change much. Instead, he replied with a polite attitude: "I am a tobacco merchant from a foreign land, Wayne. I have come from a very long way."

"My good sir, may I ask, in which direction is the nearest city, and how far is it from here? I hope to enter the town."

The elderly shepherd looked at Wayne with some surprise upon hearing this. The young man in front of him was clean and tidy, not looking like someone who had traveled a long distance.

However, he had no suspicions. Instead, he pointed in a direction behind him and answered earnestly:

"Follow this direction for about fifteen kilometers, and you will see the capital of our Kingdom of Albion. The current King Brawell is ruling this city. There, you should be able to sell your goods."

Albion? King Brawell? Wayne quickly went through his memory, only to find that he had no impression of these two names at all. Even if he had seen them before, they were probably not very famous.

He did not know what kind of world this was. Would it be like the worlds of Azeroth, Middle-earth, or Diablo, coming from some movies, novels, or film and television works? After considering for a few seconds, Wayne collected his thoughts, bowed to express his gratitude to the old man, and then looked at the farm beside him, asking the elderly shepherd with some curiosity:

"Old man, does the owner of this farm have any spare horses for sale? My horses were lost in the forest, and I hope to purchase a horse."

Upon hearing this, the old man looked at Wayne carefully again, his gaze lingering for a few seconds on the short sword at his waist and his handsome appearance. It seemed he considered it for a while before saying: "I am the owner of this farm. You can call me Mr. Thomas. Do you really want to purchase a horse, young man?"

Seeing Wayne nod as if he were not faking it—perhaps it was his aura of being a wealthy person that moved the old man—the elder considered for a few seconds and said: "Follow me, Mr. Wayne. This farm is operated by me and my three sons. My youngest son is responsible for training the horses. You should be able to buy a horse from him."

Subsequently, the old man Thomas led Wayne into their farm and also met his three sons, each of whom was very strong. No wonder he dared to bring a stranger into his home.

However, Wayne did not have the currency of this country and could not complete the transaction with Mr. Thomas's youngest son for the time being.

He used the excuse of going to the restroom, entered the bathroom, and after closing the wooden door, immediately took out Vivienne's purse.

After opening the money bag, he summoned the wealth spirit Vivienne.

Unexpectedly, this time, the cute little thing had changed into a black silk short skirt, paired with a small plaid shirt. She looked both sexy and cute. After flying out of the purse, she acted like a puppy that hadn't been out for a long time, circling around Wayne a few times, completely disregarding that she might have a wardrobe malfunction, and even brought a string of silver-bell-like laughter.

Then, after discovering that her location was actually a restroom, she immediately flew onto Wayne's palm with disgust, her mouth puffed out, complaining like a little victim:

"Master Wayne, why did you summon me in the restroom? It's too dirty here."

Wayne ignored the little thing's attempt to act cute and said straightforwardly: "I have arrived in a new world, Vivienne. Exchange some currency of this world for me."

After hearing Wayne's words, Vivienne immediately entered business mode, because every time Wayne finished her service, he would give her a few gold coins as a tip. This little thing loved working for the generous Master Wayne.

Seeing the little thing chanting a spell, she waved her palm, and a light screen flickering with various characters appeared in front of her.

However, a few seconds later, Vivienne suddenly said with pleasant surprise: "Master, Master, this is actually a new world, a world not recorded by the Goddess of Wealth."

"I cannot exchange currency in this world yet, but according to the information I just checked, this world still uses the most basic metal currency. You should have no problem using gold directly."

Saying this, Vivienne looked at Wayne with her watery, sparkling eyes, acting cute while asking: "Master Wayne, are you willing to offer the coordinates of this world to the Goddess of Wealth?"

"According to the regulations of the Goddess of Wealth, Silver-level clients only need to contribute the coordinates of three new worlds to be promoted to Gold-level, gaining higher permissions and more services."

"And each time, you can also receive a reward of about ten thousand crowns."

"I will also receive a reward from the Goddess of Wealth for this and gain some benefits, so I can better serve you in the future."

"Do you wish to offer up this coordinate?"

Wayne frowned upon hearing this; offering this world coordinate to the Goddess of Wealth sounded like being a turncoat or a double agent, and no one knew if there were any massive pitfalls waiting for him to step into later.

As for the reward, ten thousand Crowns, which was almost equivalent to fifty or sixty thousand Orens, was enough to pay off his loan with Vivian completely, and being promoted to a Gold-tier client was indeed a rather tempting reward.

He considered it for a few dozen seconds, thinking that the Azeroth world, Middle-earth, and the Wizarding World—the three worlds he had visited—could all freely exchange currency, so it was clear that these three worlds had already entered the Goddess of Wealth's field of vision and had long since established a connection with them.

Looking at it now, those worlds had not undergone any changes because of this, and deeper influences were not something a small Witcher like him could manage.

The Goddess of Wealth did not seem like an evil deity, and as far as he could see, he had never seen her commit any malicious acts; besides, Vivian was originally an elf of the Goddess of Wealth, so if she really wanted to do something, Wayne reckoned he couldn't influence it anyway.

After considering it for a dozen seconds, screw it, get the benefits in hand first.

Thinking this, Wayne nodded, allowing Vivian to handle the matter, while he stuffed the little fellow back into his money pouch and took a few gold beans made of pure gold from his spatial bracelet, preparing to discuss with the old man and his family to see if he could purchase horses with gold.

After Wayne came back out from the latrine, he saw the old man holding his granddaughter, holding a book printed with a crown, a bean sprout, and a giant, seemingly telling a story.

And the little girl was clapping her hands while singing: "Don't ask when the thunder will roar.

Don't ask where the herds have gone...

And don't ask why the birds have stopped their song.

Go home, don't stay too long.

There are giants roaming Albion."

The old man laughed heartily, then sat by the fireplace and began telling stories to his granddaughter; Wayne listened from the side without interrupting.

Hearing this interesting nursery rhyme, listening to the story the old man was telling, and combined with the cover of the book depicting a crown, a giant, and a beanstalk, a clip from a movie Wayne had seen before suddenly flashed through his mind.

The crown that controls giants, the giant kingdom in the sky, the magical beanstalk vine that connects the ground to the sky, and King Erik who defeated the giants and protected the kingdom's safety.

Sure enough, Wayne had seen this movie before; it seemed to be called "Jack the Giant Slayer."

(End of this chapter)