Nobian carefully twisted open a bottle and poured out an unknown liquid on a soft piece of pelt. He rubbed the pelt with the liquid on his long sword.
He was serious, and his movements seemed very skilled.
He did not even spill a drop of the liquid. Every single drop of it was smeared evenly all over his sword.
The body of the sword was lustrous and dazzling but then its reflection had become dark blue and gloomy, and a faint smell of rotten fish spread all over as he wielded it around.
It was hard on the nose and repulsive, but Nobian nodded in satisfaction before sheathing his sword.
He looked at the empty bottle with a sense of regret on his face, but soon it was replaced by a vicious, greedy expression.
The thought of the Points and Skill Points his prey possessed excited him. He had not expected to get so many rewards out of a single mission.
"After this job, I will be able to level up my skills by a couple of levels! The next dungeon will be much easier!"