136 I Hope It Won’t Fail
Fang Ping felt a little helpless. Andre was right. As long as he did not die, he could be saved, but the pain would not disappear.
These two were both ruthless people.
“Did anything happen back there?” Andre asked.
“Nothing.”
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Fang Ping gave a simple explanation. Actually, it was not a big deal. It was just eating and drinking.
“Nothing happened? I see.”
“Ah, what?”
Looking at Andre, he seemed to have understood something.
“Do you know why I provoked the Elves?”
“Aren’t your hands itching? It’s not your first time doing such a thing,” Fang Ping replied.
“Of course, I do want to fight, but it’s also thanks to Miss Elsa. She specifically looked for me last night.”
“Did Miss Elsa ask you to do this?”
“That’s right. From the looks of it, it’s a matter of showing our strength to the Elves. No wonder Teacher Elsa chose me. As expected, I’m the strongest in the Elite Team.”
Fang Ping turned around. “Red Camellia Snake, you’re here?”
Andre’s pupils suddenly dilated. He looked at the door and realized that there was no one there.
“Fang Ping!”
“Andre, what’s going on between you and her? Aren’t you the strongest in the Elite Team? You’re not afraid of William. You’ve fought Lisa too. Why are you so afraid of this Red Camellia Snake?”
“I’m not afraid of her. It’s just that her characteristics are too disgusting. Weakness Two reduces the strength of the injured target by two points. There’s no way to fight her at all. She’s simply playing hard to get.”
“So you just can’t beat her?”
“This! How can you say that I can’t beat her? We’re just sparring… sparring!… Different professions and different fighting styles. You can’t say that I can’t beat her?”
Fang Ping was amused by Andre’s argument. “There’s no need to explain. We understand. Have you guys eaten? I’ll get you something to eat. Chen Long has arranged a place for us to stay. Your backpacks have also been brought over. It’s not far from here.”
“Yellow melon pancakes will do. I don’t have much of an appetite either.”
“Qing Niao, what about you?”
“Me too.”
Fang Ping was about to stand up when a voice sounded. “Since none of you have an appetite, I’ll take that thing back.”
When he turned around, it was really Red Camellia Snake this time.
Although she said that, she still waved her hand. Immediately, someone walked in with a pot, and another person carried a bowl and spoon.
The pot looked like meat porridge and smelled very fragrant.
Andre immediately sat up. “If there’s something to eat, who would eat yellow melon pancakes?”
“Didn’t you lose your appetite?”
“No no, I have some appetite. If it’s Magical Beast meat involved, I have an appetite. I didn’t manage to eat the banquet just now. I’m so angry. What’s here?”
“The meat of an Excellent-grade Snowfield Demonic Eagle. This is much better than the meat at the banquet.”
“Alright, alright, alright! Fang Ping, get me a bowl. I’m starving.” Andre stared at the pot salivating.
“No need, let me do it. You were so handsome just now. You were in the limelight and displayed the aura of us Humans. My heart is beating wildly. Let me feed you.”
“No need, no need! Fang Ping, Fang Ping!”
Fang Ping did not want to care about them. Red Camellia Snake took the bowl of meat porridge that the servant had filled and walked toward Andre with graceful steps.
Qing Niao also stood up and gave up his seat.
“There’s no need to do this. I’ll scoop it myself.” Although it was difficult for Qing Niao to bend down, he still insisted on doing it himself.
Perhaps it was because he was the one who usually stood there and served others. He was not used to getting help from others.
Fang Ping also filled a bowl. He sat on the empty bed beside him and looked at Andre and Red Camellia Snake. It was quite interesting.
At night, Fang Ping stayed in the house alone.
Qing Niao stayed with Andre in the treatment center that night.
The lights were provided, but Fang Ping had no use for them, so they were not lit.
What lit up the room was the measuring stick in Fang Ping’s hand.
2,000 points.
From the 1,500 points of energy that he had just advanced to the Class 2 to the current accumulation of 2,000 points, it had been half a month.
He could finally learn the next Excellent-grade skill.
The Inspiration skill crystal had been in his pocket for a long time. He took it out and held it in his hand.
Closing his eyes, he sat on the bed and used the skill crystal again.
He slowly sensed the scene in the crystal. It was rare for him to have a human perspective. He raised his staff high and faced a figure in front of him.
“Inspiration.”
A white light landed on the figure.
The scene ended just like that. Fang Ping said softly, “Inspiration.”
He opened his eyes. Not long after, a white light landed on Fang Ping. Other than that, he did not feel anything else.
...
Inspiration was to increase the speed of casting skills. It was normal for there to be no reaction.
The only thing Fang Ping could do with it was to summon the Boiling Blood Troll, he’d have to try it out in actual combat.
Then, it was the Secondary Skill Slot.
The Random Summoning Skill Crystal was something Fang Ping had been looking forward to. What could he contract this time?
Holding the Random Summoning Skill Crystal, he felt the appearance of the hexagram under his feet.
Black and white shadows appeared around him. This time, there were many more.
A few short Gnomes were gathered together. In the distance, there was a tall Troll. A Knight riding a warhorse galloped past him. Soaring in the air was a flying horse.
What would he contract?
As Fang Ping was thinking, there was a movement on the ground in front of him. A palm suddenly stretched out from the soil.
His slender fingers were well-defined.
Then, a long sword stretched out from the ground and was pressed to the ground.
...
A head poked out of the soil.
Empty eye sockets, even teeth. A skeleton.
Skeleton soldiers?
Not bad. Fang Ping was still a little interested in something that was considered unorthodox.
‘He’ll do.’
With a point of his finger, the hexagram landed on the skeleton that had just crawled out of the soil. He did not resist and waited for the hexagram to land on his chest.
The surrounding world slowly returned to darkness. The contract was completed.
Everything went very smoothly. He did not know how strong this Skeleton Soldier was.
Fang Ping could not wait to check the secondary image of the characteristic.
Subimage (Random Summoning): Boiling Blood Troll, Rabbit-Man Hunter, Griffin, Elven Warrior, Cat-Man Assassin, Skeleton Soldier.
Normal Skeleton Soldier: 1 Strength, 10 Health, Specialty Skeleton, Reduces half of the ranged damage received. When it dies, it will be scattered into a pile of bones.
Why was it another Normal-grade? Fang Ping even wondered if he had bought an Excellent-grade Skill Crystal.
However, the impact was not that great. In any case, Fang Ping could give it special characteristics.
There was no one else in the room. Fang Ping faced the empty space. “Summon the Skeleton Soldier.”
After only seven or eight seconds, a ball of green light appeared on the floor of the room. A black skeleton quickly appeared on the outer layer of the green light. It was wearing yellow plate armor and holding a huge sword.
Because his entire body was covered in bones, he would look very thin and weak. There were no muscles, tendons, or fascia connections between his bones. No one knew how he stood up or moved.
But overall, he was quite handsome.
Fang Ping took out a silver coin from his pocket and gave it a try.
He muttered to the Skeleton Soldier in his heart.
“Characteristics bestowed. Target Skeleton Soldier, sufficient energy, obtained Characteristic Death Curse 1.”
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