Struggle in the Steam Age

After being promoted to an official-level warlock, Lauren felt that she was full of energy and didn't feel sleepy at all. At the same time, it was still an hour or two before dawn, and it was not time to get up.

After staring at the roof made of branches and leaves on the top of the shack for a few seconds, Lawrence got up from the bedding, and then reached into his space pocket to fumble. Soon, he took out a gold bar worth 100 yuan, the uniform specification used by six yuan banks, from his space pocket.

"Okay, it's time for the lottery draw." After taking out three of the gold bars and placing them on the bedding in front of him, Lawrence prayed silently before summoning the phantom of the bronze mirror.

After watching the gold bars turn into lead blocks, Lawrence immersed his consciousness into the space of building wood. At this time, he found that the whole space seemed to be a little bigger than before, and at the same time, the phantom of Jianmu and the mirror just now became a little more real, and it was no longer a completely illusory shadow like before.

"It seems that this world will undergo beneficial changes as my strength rises." Soon, a consciousness passed into Lawrence's mind from this space, letting him know about it. "Okay, forget about that. Let me see what this first batch of gold bars is for?"

Emerging from the bronze mirror is a very young black-haired male figure, wearing a slightly old-fashioned black dress, with a kind of wisdom in his eyes. Now the young man is holding a quill pen to record something on the scroll, and in front of him is a black stone tablet that reaches the waist.

After waiting for a few seconds, a name appeared in the mist around him, a name that anyone who knew something about Western ancient history would know: Jean-François Champollion.

Champollion was a French historian, linguist, known as the father of Egyptology. At the age of 19, he became a professor of history at Le Noble College, and at the age of 20, he had mastered more than 20 languages.

His greatest contribution is to restore the ancient Egyptian writing that has been lost for more than two thousand years through the study of the Rosetta Stone, allowing people to regain that lost history.

Since it was Champollion who appeared this time, Lawrence could roughly guess what he could offer him. Sure enough, the four options that appeared were all related to language and archaeology.

"Antique appraisal, a gift package in more than 20 languages, this stuff doesn't seem to be very useful." Lawrence eliminated two skills first, and then chose from two talents. "Study talent, this overlaps with Bai Ze's bloodline—forget it, I'll choose this one."

Thinking of this, Lawrence chose the last black fruit that represented language talent. After all, for a spellcaster, knowledge really is power. And if you want to understand a lot of languages ​​​​that contain extraordinary power, you need to spend a lot of energy or have extraordinary talent.

And in this matter, people with talent often do better than others in this regard. This is why Lawrence finally chose this talent.

After feeling the changes in his body, Lawrence immediately took out another piece of gold from the space pocket for the next round of activities, and this time, a knight in chain mail appeared on the phantom of the mirror. I saw him wielding the wooden sword and knocking down opponents one by one, as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.

"Who is this person?" Seeing William Marshall's name displayed, Lawrence looked confused. Because he really doesn't know who the knight in chain mail is, he can only judge from the armor on his body that he is probably a European knight from the 12th to the 13th century.

This is also because Lawrence is only a keyboard historian and has read too few books. If he has read the history of the British Middle Ages carefully, he should know that William Marshall is called "the greatest knight" by Westerners.

In history, he captured 103 knights in ten months of playing time. The booty and ransom demanded from more than 100 knights. Before his death, he recalled: "A total of more than 500 knights were captured on the field of the tournament."

However, although Lawrence didn't know these things, he could probably tell that this was a powerful knight by observing the image displayed on the mirror. Therefore, in the subsequent selection, Lawrence chose William Marshall's hand-to-hand fighting instinct talent.

Indeed, when choosing, he was a little envious of this knight's swordsmanship, hoping to learn a skilled swordsmanship along with him. But unlike when he chose marksmanship before, Lawrence has now become a warlock, much stronger than himself at that time. Therefore, even if one acquires swordsmanship, it is impossible to improve one's level on a large scale.

So at this time, he gave up the swordsmanship that could immediately enhance his strength but the increase was not that great, but chose the fighting instinct of hand-to-hand combat with more room for development. As for the other talent, physical fitness and poetry writing, which are far different from these two, they are naturally ruled out by him.

After finishing all this, Lawrence lay on the bed and closed his eyes to sort out these things. Just after he had absorbed these things he had just acquired, the sky also dawned.

"Guys, it's time for us to get up," John called. "We've got a lot of work to do today."

"Good morning, John." When Lawrence got out of the shack, he found that John had already started cooking breakfast on a bonfire. "Toast, cheese, bacon and canned tomatoes and beans, breakfast looks very rich today. By the way , why did you cook so early?"

"I started just at dawn, which can save some time." John said, at this time Ratman Laka came out of the shack, holding a small jar in his hand.

"Good morning, Lawrence!" Laka greeted Lawrence and the others, then shook the small glass bottle in his hand. "I did bring my bottle of coffee, and now we can make coffee."

Ten minutes later, Lawrence and the others began to eat a hot breakfast around the extinguished bonfire. After tasting these fresh sandwiches. Everyone raved about John's craftsmanship.

"It's nothing." John waved his hand very modestly. "As long as I work in the field often, I think most people will quickly learn how to cook some simple food in the field."

"This is not a simple food." Lawrence said after taking a bite of the sandwich and taking a sip of coffee. "This is already more delicious than half of the restaurants in Fort Eagle, and it's a blessing to be able to eat this in the wild."

After eating, Lawrence told everyone about the puppet spider that he thought of yesterday after thinking about it. Soon, the team members were attracted by his speculation.

"You're right, let's look for it this morning, maybe we can find some treasure." Cog was the first to say it, and the others nodded in agreement. After all, everyone participating in this activity is mainly to improve themselves, and it is absolutely impossible not to look for treasures that have a high probability of existence.

After discussing the goal of the next move, Lawrence and the others immediately packed up and walked towards the creek where the puppet spider was found yesterday, preparing to start searching for the possible treasure with that place as the center.