Mage Joan

According to his own life experience, Joan concluded a rule: when people are hungry, their learning efficiency is particularly high, and the hunger in the belly makes the heart beat quickly, as if the alarm bells are constantly ringing, urging him to hurry to complete his homework. In this case, eating is no longer just a full stomach, but also a "ritual sense" that rewards you for completing your homework, which is very precious in his poor and ordinary daily life. Conversely, if he ran to eat halfway through his homework, filled his stomach and returned to the desk, it would be difficult for Joan to concentrate on his studies-as if the energy in the body had been taken away by the bulging stomach pouch for digesting food However, the brain is stagnant due to insufficient energy supply, and only wants to doze off in a drowsy state. In such a state, even if you are reluctant to insist on studying, it will be more effective.

Joan once introduced Conte to the above experience, but instead of receiving her approval, she was criticized. Kandy warned him not to study the spell hungry as much as possible in the future, and to endure hunger and starvation combined with irregular eating would overwhelm his body over time. Joanne admits that Kandy's criticism is very reasonable, but the world is difficult, and the correct truth will be very pale in the face of cruel reality. For example, at this moment, the pace of war is approaching, every minute and every second is precious, and he has to sacrifice his health in exchange for learning efficiency.

Insisting on reading the last spell spell, Joanne was so hungry that he was black, struggling to stand up, slowly moving his feet against the wall and walking towards the kitchen. He felt that the soles of his feet were soft every time he took a step, like walking on a sponge, which made him have to be more careful, lest he fall.

According to past experience, if you accidentally fall in such a hungry and exhausted state, you may fall into a long coma-Joan does not want to waste precious time on meaningless coma.

Drinking a large glass of tea that had already been chilled out, Joanne felt much more awake, and with a trembling hand picked up a knife and cut half of the bread into two-inch square pieces of uniform size. The bread is dry and rough like sandpaper, so direct swallowing will wear out the oral mucosa and it will take a lot of time to swallow. Fortunately, Joan has extensive experience in dealing with this situation. He first picked up a small piece of dry bread and dipped it in a cup, dipped it in water, and immediately put it into his mouth. The semi-liquid food can be swallowed directly without chewing. . In this way of eating, it took him less than 40 seconds to tuck a full two pounds of dry bread into his stomach. He felt more at ease in his heart. After eating this meal, it would not be a problem until tomorrow evening.

Compared with eating, Joan's life is a more ritual activity is to sleep. One's life is so short, one third of the time is spent on sleep-Joan feels inexplicably scared every time he thinks about it. He did not want to waste too much time on sleep, but ironically, he chose "Mage" as his lifelong career, and if the Master could not get enough sleep, it would affect the ability to cast the next day, and severe insomnia may even lead to Spell slots are lost.

In order to keep his spell-casting ability at its best, Joanne now has to do what he hates most—going to bed.

"Sleeping" is a strange thing. The more you feel that time is tight, and the desire to fall asleep as soon as possible, the greater the psychological pressure, and the result is that it is difficult to fall asleep, and the mood is anxious. Joan was suffering from insomnia at this moment. He got up helplessly, opened the desk drawer, took out a bottle of gray medicine, and squeezed his nose.

This unusually spicy medicine was prepared by extracting a certain swamp plant base under the guidance of Dr. Kailandil, and it has a good hypnotic effect after taking it. However, as most sedative drugs in the world, this kind of medicine also has serious side effects. Taking it for a long time will make people addicted and even damage the brain and produce hallucinations.

For all the organs in his body, Joan loves nothing more than the brain. If he has no choice, he would rather insomnia all night without taking this tranquilizer that may damage his intelligence.

The sedative's effect was quite violent. Joan lay on the bed after taking the medicine and fell asleep in less than two minutes. He didn't wake up until the next morning light shone through the window and shone on his face.

Sitting on the bed and stretching out, Joan began his routine homework every morning-preparing the spell. Yesterday's hard work was not in vain. Qiao An wished to allocate a 1st-level spell slot for the "greasy" mastery, and the remaining three spell slots were routinely used to prepare the "High Master", "Magic Missile" and "Magic Missile". Burning hand". If you temporarily need other spells, you can use the power of "mythical power" or "tears of God" to perform it.

After preparing for the spell, Joan got dressed and got out of bed to wash. As soon as half of my face was washed, I heard the sound of an alarm bell from the window, and my heart first sighed, and then I breathed a sigh of relief.

Before the alarm sounded, the crisis that may come at any time forced his nerves to remain in a state of tension, and when the crisis really arrived at this moment, the tense nerves relaxed. This may be because people's imagination of the crisis is often more terrifying than the crisis itself.

Now that the enemy has arrived, I have to dispel the luck of the luck and go out to fight with them! Thinking about it this way, Qiao An felt more confident than before the alarm sounded. After washing, I checked my equipment, put on a "sports belt", "electric blade" was worn on the waist, "flash shield" was firmly tied to the outside of the left elbow, and the magic scroll and magic potion were stuffed into the backpack. Suddenly remembering something before leaving the house, he turned and ran into the kitchen, took a knife to peel off a large piece of ham skin, cut it into small pieces of thumb, and put it into the casting material package.

Everything was ready, Joan took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and strode in the direction of the alarm bell.

The streets were turbulent, and the town militia in armor and spears rushed to the barracks to gather them as soon as they heard the alarm. There are more "volunteers" in temporary service like Joan than the official militia. Most of them prepare armor, weapons and even war horses. If they don't have a knife and gun, they will pick up a pick or a pitchfork and other agricultural tools as weapons.

Joan followed the flow of people to the entrance of the town. From a distance, Mayor Dindol and Flint, the old dwarf, stood in front of the barracks, reviewing the militia who had come to gather. There are 240 active militiamen in the town, and the militia commander Flint Anvil selects sixty outstanding men from among them to be promoted to noncommissioned officers. Sergeants can recruit townspeople themselves and form a team of about 10 people.

According to Qiao'an's observation, the vast majority of the team uses 4 to 5 well-equipped active militia as the backbone, and the remaining members are mainly young and strong townsmen. No matter what industry they are in, they have received some military training.

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