Sensing the dragon egg's reaction, Galen once again sized up the man across from him.
The age of the man across from him was around twenty-six or twenty-seven.
His unkempt hair was spread out in the form of weeds.
He was carrying two pieces of luggage, large and small, and looked as if he was about to take a long trip.
Galen was pretty sure that he hadn't seen that face before.
However, the feedback that the dragon egg gave him was quite familiar.
Galen first traveled to the Lazar Public House.
When he met that assassin disguised as a butler.
The dragon egg also gave Galen the same feedback.
"Heh, it's really a narrow road. Nicolia, help me control him!"
Galen's reaction was very decisive.
The opposite party was only a mid-level adventurer though.
However, the reasonable combination of skills, as well as rich professional experience.
It made this assassin extremely difficult to deal with, and if he wasn't careful, he would let him escape.
This assassin, with great difficulty, was able to get away from the Lazar family's pursuit.
Disguised into a brand new face, he had planned to leave Byron Town today after purchasing supplies.
But he never thought that he would be in a sea of people.
He would meet Galen once again in the sea of people.
What was even more unexpected to him was that Galen had the means to see through his disguise and directly recognized his identity.
Without further hesitation, the assassin flipped his wrist.
He grabbed a projectile as if he was doing a magic trick.
And threw the projectile violently towards the ground.
A thick smoke spread out in a split second, obscuring the space in a circle of about ten meters.
The assassin, who was about to escape under the cover of smoke, suddenly felt his mind stagnate.
The escape route conceived in his mind was instantly replaced by chaotic and disorganized thoughts.
Instantaneous Magic - Elementary Chaos!
After hearing Galen's greeting, Nicolia struck without hesitation.
The effect of the Primary Confusion Spell only affected the assassin for about a second.
But taking advantage of this short time, Galen had rushed into the fog.
The bowl-sized fist blasted into the assassin's face, knocking the latter to the ground with a thud.
It was just short of giving him a baby-like sleep.
With that, Galen reached out again and twisted the assassin's arm backward, dragging him out of the smoke.
"Ah, damn it, what have I done to offend you? How come you have to make things difficult for me three times!"
The assassin, who knew that he had been recognized, didn't even try to weasel out of it.
His words were filled with anger with a hint of aggression.
"Let me go, and in exchange, I will give you a very rare scroll. Of course, if you want money, all the silver coins I have on me can be given to you as well ..."
"Save the pleading words for Ivo."
As a friend of Ivo's little brother and a valued guest of Lazar's public house.
Galen naturally would not let go of this cunning assassin.
But he was indeed interested in that so-called, rare skill scroll again.
Galen said to Nicolia as if he was casual:
"The blank scroll that I bought just now, it should also be able to analyze Transcendent Skills from the human body, right?"
Nicolia nodded and added on the writing pad:
[But you have to beat the target to half-death first oh, the kind of injury where the heart is still beating, but absolutely can't be saved].
The assassin's face turned as white as paper for a moment.
Being sent to the Lazar family, there was still the possibility of spending the rest of his life in a cell.
But if he was targeted by this guy in front of him, as a target for creating Transcendent Scrolls.
Then the only thing that awaited him was death!
"No, there's no need to be so troublesome ... I have ready-made skill scrolls here! You guys really don't need to waste your precious blank scrolls, on me!"
With the cooperation of the assassin.
Galen successfully opened, the magic ban on the opponent's traveling bag.
And found the only Skill Scroll from it.
[Name: Thousand Faces Illusion]
[Level: Intermediate]
[Domain: Illusion, Disguise]
[Source: Thousand Faces of Grievance]
"The ability to disguise one's original appearance with an illusion for an hour. And it's not just humans, any creatures that aren't too far removed from humans can be imitated with illusions ... This is simply an unrivaled divine skill for killing people and getting away with it!"
Galen was very satisfied with this skill scroll.
However, as a battle cleric, Galen did not have mental strength exercises.
The limit duration of the Thousand Faces Illusion, although it could reach an hour.
But with Galen's mediocre mental power.
I'm afraid that he wouldn't have to wait an hour before he would run out of mental power and fall into a coma.
He turned his head and tossed the skill to Nicolia, "Take it and learn it, consider it a gift from your senior."
Nicolia, however, shook her head and wrote on the writing pad, "It's better for senior to keep it for himself, I can't perform any skill that requires spell assistance."
The gift was not given, so Galen had no choice but to put it away.
Taking the assassin with him, he returned to the Lazar Public House.
"Oh..! Galen, how did you catch this guy?"
The assassin was sent to take him to his cell. The master of the public house tsked in wonder:
"My manpower, in conjunction with the town guards, hunted for a full night and still let this rat get away. I didn't expect you to capture him back again with the effort of a trip to the trading plaza, it's really unbelievable."
"Just luck." Galen said modestly.
This was also truly a matter of luck.
After all, only those who had robbed the little dragon cub's food.
Only those who had robbed the dragon cub's food could obtain the "honor" of making the dragon egg memorable.
At this time, Ivo also walked over with the three scrolls.
"Elder Ao Dun, I was worried about what reason I should give these scrolls to you!"
Giving something away and still using a reason?
You've narrowed your path, Ivo-chan!
In the bottom of his heart, he secretly criticized Ivo.
Galen graciously accepted the three scrolls.
Good guy!
One intermediate, two beginner ... scrolls are all in the basic field!
And all of them were quite the practical kind.
However, Galen did not intend to learn these skills.
He still decided to use these skill scrolls as materials.
He decided to use these skill scrolls as materials to promote his skills that were already highly proficient.
After all, even though Shield Block was one of the most common and basic skills.
But his Shield Block was the kind that had comprehended the Shield Counter Upanishad.
Another example was his Instinctive Defense, although it was a basic skill.
But looking at the entire Byron Town.
There is another person who has mastered this skill?
Fancy is the only thing that's real!
Once again, he borrowed the Spiritual Altar within the Lazar Public House.
Galen placed the three primary scrolls he had purchased earlier, and the two newly gifted scrolls from Ivo.
They were placed in different locations on the altar.
Biting his finger allowed blood to activate the entire altar.
Once again, Galen experienced the feeling of his consciousness sinking rapidly.
Within the spiritual world.
Five spiritual light clusters were suspended in front of Galen.
Except for the one representing "Slam - Shield Throw", which was emitting an emerald green light.
The other four clusters were all white in color, and they were:
Taunt, Instinctive Defense, Steadfast Footsteps, and Shield Block.
Galen's eyes wandered over Instinctive Defense and Shield Block.
The former was extremely rare and was a key skill in terms of defense.
The advantage of the latter lay in the Shield Counter Upanishad.
The proper use of Shield Counter would allow Galen to play on the side of defense.
Strike a counterattack damage that reversed the odds.
"It's better to promote Instinctive Defense first, the proficiency of this skill is not as good as Shield Block. Something that bets on probability like over-level promotion, it's better to try it with the skill that has the highest proficiency."
The consciousness touched towards a certain mass of light.
Spiritual points of light surged in frantically, Instinctive Defense - Promotion!