Capítulo 4: Professionals
Limon did not refuse and entered the fitting room with the mage robe.
Since the mage robe was simple to wear, it wasn't complicated; just find the right direction and put it on.
As the black robe settled onto his body, Limon looked at himself in the mirror in the small fitting room and suddenly felt a bit handsome.
Dressed in the black robe, which was smooth and soft with intricate patterns engraved on it, and with the wide-brimmed pointed hat on his head, he resembled a wizard from a novel.
When Limon put on the robe, he also felt something strange emanating from it.
It was a sensation, as though something invisible was flowing, and the magic hat on his head seemed to brighten his spirit.
"That's pretty good..."
When Limon walked out of the fitting room, the shopkeeper's eyes suddenly lit up, and she smiled, praising him.
Praise was one thing, but the shopkeeper hadn't forgotten what she had in her hand.
While Limon was trying on clothes, the shopkeeper had taken a staff from the weapon rack and held it in her hand.
"Now, this is the only type of staff we have in the store."
The shopkeeper handed the staff to Limon.
Taking the staff, Limon looked down at it.
The staff was about one meter two long, its whole body brown, like a polished branch.
"Arezella is located in an oasis in the desert, so there are no powerful tree-type demons around. The scarcity of enchantment materials has caused Arezella to have no high-level staffs, only the basic brown wood staff. Although the material is cheap, the staff is engraved with the runes 'Focus' and 'Listening,' making it a very useful piece of equipment, worth twenty gold coins."
Holding the staff, Limon waved it a few times.
Though it didn't look impressive, the length was just right, and it felt quite handy.
"That'll do," Limon said.
There was only one staff in the entire store, so Limon had no other choice.
Smiling slightly, the shopkeeper said softly, "A total of forty gold coins, thank you for your patronage."
Forty gold coins...
When the last gold coin was taken out of the cloth bag, Limon breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the money was enough to avoid an embarrassing situation.
In the shopkeeper's eyes, Limon, dressed in a black robe, wearing a pointed hat, and holding a magic staff, left the clothing store.
On his way to the practice area, Limon touched the now-deflated cloth bag and sighed slightly.
His money was running out, and if he didn't find a way to make more soon, it would be hard to survive in this trading capital.
But Limon wasn't too worried; he was now an adventurer, and there were already ways to make money.
Letting go of his worries about money, Limon glanced sideways at some of the people in the rest area.
Level 13, Level 15, Level 16, Level 19...
The information available was limited—he didn't know their names, just their rank and occupation.
There were thirteen people in total, divided into three squads. Three of them were alone, and they had the highest levels: 21, 24, 26.
The professions varied: warriors, magicians, windrangers, and priests.
As for their ethnicity...
Limon couldn't tell, but from their appearance, there were three distinct types.
Of course, there were elves. Arezella was the homeland of elves, so they were the most numerous in this city. Among the thirteen people, four were elves: two priests and two mages. Their levels weren't very high, ranging from level 14 to 19.
Then there were humans, all warriors, their levels around level 20.
There were also half-elves, with pointed ears and handsome faces. The men were handsome, and the women beautiful. They had two professions: Windranger and Mage.
Looking over the counter, Limon realized that Lalasa was a civilian, with a level of only 2.
This reminded Limon of Rhine, who was only rank 3 and still an apprentice priest. His future was worrying.
However, this also reminded Limon of his own level. Although his profession was a Demon Warlock, his level was still 0.
Thinking about this, Limon realized he was the lowest-ranking person here.
As if sensing his gaze, Lalasa waved at
Limon, looking innocent and cute.
Nodding at the lovely Lalasa, Limon withdrew his gaze and walked toward the practice area.
For Limon, the most important thing now was to familiarize himself with his abilities.
That is, the two skills of the Demon Warlock: one was Dark Energy Control, and the other was Dark Energy Impact.
The so-called practice area was simply a wide field of land, separated by a fence into multiple individual practice areas.
Perhaps because of the time, Limon didn't see anyone in the practice area.
No one was around, so Limon randomly picked an empty practice area.
When he entered the area, Limon stood quietly, deep in thought.
Though he had slowly accepted this world, magic was still unfamiliar to him.
Without understanding, how could he use it?
However, since magic existed, there must be a way to use it.
With that thought, Limon closed his eyes.
Although he wasn't sure what to do, he knew he needed to focus.
Listen...
Feel...
What to listen to?
Limon didn't know, but he could feel a force surging within his body.
It had always been there, as though waiting for his call, but Limon hadn't yet discovered how to use it.
After a long time, Limon opened his eyes, a look of disappointment in his gaze.
Although he could feel a power within him, he couldn't find a way to use it.
With a thought, Limon opened the panel and looked at the information displayed.
Seeing the two skills in the skill bar, Limon showed a thoughtful look on his face.
Maybe he didn't need to overthink it; he had been making it harder than it was...
With that in mind, Limon focused and silently thought "Dark Energy Control" in his heart.
Sure enough, when the words passed through his mind, the power inside his body surged, responding to his command.
Limon extended his right hand forward, and in the next moment, dark energy surged out, enveloping his entire hand.
It was black, like a swirling mist, rich in darkness. Though the power belonged to him,
Limon also sensed the darkness, evil, and depravity within it.
It felt as though there was a voice whispering in his ear, tempting him, pulling him toward a fall.
In the face of this temptation, Limon remained surprisingly rational, as if an outsider to his own mind. He felt nothing from the pull.
Presentes
-- Presente
recebido Status de energia semanal
-- Ranking de
Poder 
-- Pedra de
Poder