20demayo Chapter 32 Dragonborn
Chapter 32 Dragonborn
Ronan went to the witchcraft general store and, after much persuasion, convinced the Typhoon girl, Kayla, to give him a 20% discount on his dimensional bag.
With the remaining 500 gold coins, he bought three sections of the creeping monster's root.
"Since we're friends, could you tell me your address?" Kayla asked Ronan as he was leaving.
"What do you want to do?" Ronan asked.
Kayla said, "I heard from Zane that you are a good warlock. If any adventure party needs someone, I will introduce you to them and I will get a small referral fee."
Ronan then gave Kayla his address.
Afterwards, he left the witchcraft general store, returned home, took out the creeping monster root from his dimensional bag, took a small bite, slowly chewed it into crumbs, and then swallowed it.
As the medicinal effects spread in his stomach, he circulated the Qi-guiding technique to guide the medicinal effects through his meridians.
After advancing to the fourth level of cultivator, he gained an additional personal skill: [Guidance].
Now, the true qi circulates faster in his meridians, greatly improving the efficiency of refining medicinal power, absorbing and refining energy.
He is currently at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and he still needs to raise his Qi Refining cultivation by five levels before reaching the next cultivation realm, Foundation Establishment.
According to the knowledge imparted to him by the "Heavenly Book," in the cultivation world, Foundation Establishment cultivators can be called "Great Powers."
Upon reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, compared to the Qi Refining stage, a person undergoes a qualitative change.
In the perilous continent of Faerûn, no amount of strength is excessive, and he naturally looked forward to reaching the Foundation Establishment Realm as soon as possible.
He immediately focused his mind and continued his cultivation.
In the days that followed, Ronan's life consisted of training, eating, and searching for missions.
Every day, he would visit several Baldur's Gate quest locations, such as Flower Ridge Park, Elf Song Tavern, Blushing Mermaid Tavern, and Dwarf Lantern Tavern, to see what quests were profitable and low-risk.
After all, he had to prepare for his future alchemy, weapon crafting, array formation, and even magic weapon making.
As the days passed, before we knew it, we arrived at the Month of Grave Claws (March).
As temperatures rise, the coastal city of Bodegas becomes increasingly humid.
Every night or early morning, when I look out the window, all I see is a hazy white expanse.
There were water streaks on the walls of his small house, and the ground was wet.
If he hadn't already stuffed the cracks in the doors and windows with coarse cloth, the house would probably be even more damp.
[With your persistent cultivation, true energy circulates continuously throughout your body's meridians, nourishing your muscles and increasing your strength and physique by 1 point each.]
[Strength 19 → Strength 20]
[Constitution 19 → Constitution 20]
The years between 19 and 20 mark the dividing line between ordinary people and legends.
At that moment, Ronan clearly sensed that his body had undergone a qualitative change.
He felt his muscles become unusually powerful, and his whole body was filled with an indescribable vitality.
A strength of 20 points represents the limit of human strength in this world. Even if he were to arm wrestle with a weightlifting champion from his previous life, he could easily win.
A constitution of 20 points indicates a troll constitution, which allows for the regeneration of severed limbs.
To test the changes brought about by his 20-year physique, he immediately took out a dagger from his dimensional bag and, with a little force, cut a small wound on his skin.
Immediately, the wound stopped bleeding and scabbed over at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"This greatly improves my survival skills."
"However... I am a noble spellcaster, why should I care about my defensive capabilities? I should be a ranged attacker, I absolutely cannot let the enemy get close."
"Once the spell is broken through to close range, the caster's chances of success are slim."
With this in mind, Ronan stopped focusing on his physical constitution and instead paid attention to his cultivation level and charm.
These two things are the decisive factors in determining the power of his Taoist arts.
The higher one's cultivation level, the more true energy one possesses.
Magic power is converted from true qi. The more true qi one has, the more magic power one has, and the more times one can perform Taoist arts.
Moreover, the higher one's cultivation level, the higher the quality of one's true energy, and the greater the power of one's Daoist techniques.
The higher one's charisma, the more energy one can mobilize, thereby increasing the power of Taoist arts.
"Continue your training."
Just as Ronan was about to continue his cultivation, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
Ronan immediately scanned the image with the divine light between his eyebrows, and what appeared in his mind was a tall man with a rugged face, curly beard, and fine wrinkles on his face. He looked to be in his thirties and was wearing a cloak with a hood over his head.
Unfortunately, the person was outside the door, so he couldn't see them and therefore couldn't view their information panel.
"Who are you looking for?" Ronan asked as he used his object manipulation technique to lift the steel greatsword.
"I'm looking for Demoire von," the man outside said.
Ronan was taken aback upon hearing this.
This is the name of my mother in this life.
Could the person outside the door be an old friend of my mother's?
Ronan put the steel greatsword back into his dimensional bag and went to open the door.
The faint sunlight shone on the backs of the visitors, casting a large shadow in the room.
Ronan immediately focused his gaze, and words appeared above the visitor's head.
Race: White Dragon
"Class": Level 8 Paladin / Level 6 Warlock
"Faith": Tyr, the God of Justice
"Oath": An oath of glory—striving for excellence, forging ahead bravely, and inspiring everyone.
--property--
【Power 19】
【Agility 14】
[Body Condition 19]
[Intelligence Level 8]
【Perception 14】
【Charm 18】
"Trick": Wizard's Hand, Blade Protection, Light Spell, Acid Splash
"First-Circle Spells": Command to Duel, Healing Spell, Divine Grace, Holy Slash, Heroic Spirit, Light-Guided Arrow [Expand]
Second-Circle Spells: Find a Mount, Lesser Restoration, Enchanted Weapon, Prayer of Healing, Enhance Attributes [Expand]
"Three-Circle Spells": Transformation, Immobilize Humanoids, and Distracting Steps
"Traits": Cold Immunity, Icewalking, Lay on Hands, Spellcasting, Weapon Mastery, Holy Slash, Channeling Power, Extra Attack, Faithful Mount, Guardian Aura, Inspiring Slash, Unrivaled Warrior, Swift Aura [Expand]
"Profession Specialization": Blessed Warrior
"Personal Specialties": Vigilance, Ruthless Thug [Expand]
Ronan forced himself to keep his expression unchanged.
That impressive panel—definitely the work of a high-level professional!
Moreover, the visitor was actually a white dragon, and a Tyr paladin at that!
The white dragon's human face must have been created using a transformation technique.
He never imagined that his mother, whom he had always thought of as an ordinary person, would know such a powerful figure.
"Thank you!" The visitor strode in, glanced at the bungalow, sighed softly, then looked at Ronan and asked, "Where's Demore?"
Ronan replied, "My mother has passed away."
He wondered what connection this White Dragon Holy Warrior had with his mother.
He seemed to be quite familiar with his mother.
Upon hearing this, the visitor's expression somber, and he asked, "When did this happen, and why?"
"I got sick more than six months ago, and even though I hired a pastor, he couldn't cure me," Ronan said.
Ronan had been observing the visitor's expression. He noticed that the visitor looked somber upon hearing the news of the death, indicating that the dragon's relationship with its mother was closer than he had imagined.
The visitor said, "Even the pastor couldn't cure her; I guess your mother has already gone to God's kingdom."
Upon hearing this, Ronan searched his past life's memories again and frowned, saying, "It seems my mother had no faith."
"She has faith, and her faith is on the continent of Karatu," the visitor said.
"Sir, you sound like you know my mother well. Who are you? What brings you to my mother today?" Ronan asked.
The visitor said, "One of the reasons I came today is to find your mother, because I miss her."
"There's one more thing I need to talk to you about."
"Looking for me?" Ronan asked, puzzled.
The visitor said, "Didn't you just ask me who I was? Well, I'll answer you: I am your father."