The night went quite smoothly, apart from the constant onslaught of experiences and the constantly louder roar of the drums. This time, however, the experience was divided by two, only gaining five more levels himself. It was also fascinating that he was now able to see the values of the wolf through his ability to identify.

Status:

Level: 35

Race: Eisenfell Gender: Female Age: 3

Name: ???

Health: 1500/1500 Mana: 250/250

Vitality: 150

Strength: 30

Intelligence: 25

Willpower: 25

Perception: 50

Stamina: 50

Agility: 50

Toughness: 15

Skills:

Binding (Level 5) Reaper Claws (Level 25) Stealth (Level 49) Neck bite (Level 37)

Apparently the name field of the animal was missing, but it would have surely been astonishing if the animal had given itself a name, probably it could not do very much with the concept of names. But the abilities were a welcome balance in nature. In addition, she had a very soft and comfortable coat. Despite the more furious storm of beasts into the lighter parts of the forest during the night, he was able to find some consolation in his new girlfriend. He could enjoy cuddling up to the animal's fur more than a little. After snuggling up, the wolf relaxed its fur, which turned it from razor-sharp blades into the most comfortable pillow in the world. The animal's heartbeat was able to calm its own. They spent the whole night together in the hole, occasionally exchanging feelings, images and concepts of a life together through their connection.

It should come in handy the next morning when the two found their way up from the depths. The whole area was even worse mess than I was the night before. Now individual trees have also been uprooted by the onslaught itself. During the night itself, the wolf seemed to be greatly surprised by its own increase in strength, and it also used its connection to the wolf to give it concepts on how to best distribute its points. You could use it to coordinate your skills and form a balanced team.

It was precisely in this way that the two of them were able to work together efficiently the next day. This was already evident when collecting the corpses, with the wolf happily taking a few bites. It shouldn't bother him. The pits gathered the animals in abundance. It was almost a shame that the animals that died in the pits, but because of the fall itself and not because of the spikes that were occupied by the other animals, no longer brought any experience. But the art in life has always been not to be greedy.

Of course, he knew better than to grieve about it, for both were well and alive. Something that very many beings who got through there that night could no longer say about themselves. Very soon he also had to realize that it was practically impossible to harvest all of the meat. So he limited himself to collecting the skins, bones and other things.

It cost him almost only half the morning, just as the help of the animal enabled him to deal with the many corpses much more quickly. However, he was disappointed to find that his care in handling the animals had decreased significantly.

He always had the sentence in his head from a program: "Put your knife in, get your guts out!"

He seemed to be reciting this almost rhythmically while he was working on the corpses in an undead monotony. His companion seemed to simply skilfully ignore him, like a puppy that would take its first steps and then fall over. In fact, she lay down briefly on the ground, after which it covered its ears with its paws.

"Oh come on, I don't sing that bad either"

The pelts were peeled more and more coarsely from the animals. The bones only roughly cleaned of flesh, at last he packed everything up and stowed it in one of the deep holes in the floor. Namely that former cavity where he was with his new best friend.

On the way home he hesitantly began to discuss the bond with the wolf more and more. He tried to teach her the meaning of names, and the animal kept sending him confused feelings. At some point he began to suggest names at random, such as Astoria, Dran, Cathy and a few others that only earned him an inappropriate snort from the animal. He almost wanted to admit defeat, until he came up with a name which he also liked very much, he sent "Leica" through his bond and he appeared as if his own enthusiasm for the wolf seemed just as contagious. His own insecurity about the other names was of course taken over by the animal and why should you adopt a name that the other person wasn't even sure he liked.

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Not long and they arrived at his hut, now what was left of it, which was limited to the mediocre foundations in the ground. They began to continue their work on the corpses there, if he would start working all the skins underground soon, it would take him all night, but still would not have finished with it. At least his new companion was able to rid him of the creatures' many excess meat. The only positive thing about it were the massive increases in his skills, which were by no means neglected.

After all, it only took him half the day to work with the carcasses. If he wasn't sure or needed a break, he simply pushed it into one of the prepared holes that led into the depths of his little bunker.

The next task for him was much more to convince the animal to wander with him into the depths again. Because work would be waiting for him down there. Also, he still had to create a spell that would at least create some light. While the passive ascension of the mana eyes was beneficial due to their constant use, it ultimately did not replace the warmth of a light source for him.

Interestingly enough, when Leica descended again into the depths, apart from a feeling of discomfort, it seemed to be spared from anything gross. He still had to process the bodies from the lecture. The moment he wanted to start work again, he remembered the dead person. He had taken it with the other animal corpses to a room near his facility. With all the excitement, he completely failed to look at the corpse.

He ran his hand over his face, exhausted. "How could he forget something so essential?" At the moment when he wanted to take care of this corpse, it occurred to him that there was still no light in the underground and on the other hand he stumbled straight ahead, because although he was quite good through his mana Eyes in the dark, this did not help him if he stumbled over things lying around. Order was not one of his strengths in this world either.

"Damn bullshit ?!"

Finally he decided to deal with it later. First it was the human corpse.

He still had to create a spell so that he could illuminate the room, which so far was still made up of a single larger room, which was equipped with various connections to his stores of corpses. To do this, he used his familiar form for creating magic. Finally he created a very simple and simple spell, which he mentally dubbed Lumen. As soon as a few seconds passed, the system offered him the opportunity to accept this spell. This made it much easier for him to see everything in the room. After all, it was pitch dark down there if he didn't light the chimney, which was only connected to the stump of the upper one.

He put the new spell itself under combat spells, because it clearly differed from a pure mana skill and also seemed to have very little in common with the elements.

He nostalgically remembered his time in the army, where magnesium torches were lit during an exercise. They were bright enough to illuminate an entire landscape and you couldn't look directly into them without your eyes starting to hurt.

With the new light source it was almost a bit comfortable down there, but unfortunately only almost. With a better view, he could finally start to shape the room better while he made his way to the corpse. It took him an hour to find the body among all the others. Finally he was able to pull it out of the heap and backpack.

Really, he had to hurry with it before the corpses began to give off the smell of putrefaction, because then it would have been unbearable down there. For this reason, he already had to seal a storage facility. He let the entire contents of this memory go up in flames beforehand. While it didn't improve the smell, it would protect it from unwanted side effects.

Finally he focused his concentration again on the corpse below, pulling the lumen a little closer. He made a face in pain. Leica only sent him feelings of confusion because she could sense my fear. She fixed her gaze on the person, "Fear?" "Danger?" No danger, death "" Danger? ", How would he explain this to Leica? He had to find a species that she would understand and pointed to the man's characteristic clothing: “Big pack, very big pack, very dangerous. Extremely dangerous ” Leica actually seemed to get the message. He didn't need a second look. What the man was wearing were clear insignia of a uniform. They were emblazoned on the person's shoulder guards, as well as on the person's back of the coat. Finally he overcame himself, stripped off his backpack, all his clothes and threw the person back into the pit with the other animals, which were no longer eligible for a molt. He had to admit, when he started collecting the bodies it sounded like a fabulous idea, but he bit more than he could chew and began to regret putting on so much work.

When rummaging through the scout's clothes, the quality, like the workmanship of the armor, became increasingly clear, which only strengthened his impression. He found various daggers on his body, obscuring the symbols on them and adding them to his own repertoire. On the side was a short sword of simple quality. The rucksack and the green coat seemed to be the most essential. There was no way he could use the coat because it would be too conspicuous. The backpack also looked suspicious, but at least it could be mended with leftovers and with a waist belt it would make passable luggage for Leica. There were several rations in the contents. Two notebooks, one of which was personal and the other was professional.

He put the two books aside and carefully began to unpack the rest. The contents of the backpack consisted of sleeping material, a few rations of dried meat, a few items that the identification described as mana crystals. Indeed, it was the first time he had seen such a crystal. It was quite small, of a bluish yellowish color, and closer inspection revealed that the mana in it was subtly contaminated. In the private notebook he found a brief explanation of the crystals, which apparently magical beasts could be extracted from, what depths were to be found in the forest and how they lay en masse in its pits. Had he always overlooked these crystals? Well he didn't know they existed so why should he look for them. But now while thinking? He saw Leica eating on several corpses that day, at first he thought it just had a special taste, but her stare at the crystal in his hands told him otherwise. Panicked, he put the crystal away, whereupon he began to look for it in the corpses of the animals. His willpower, his mana tendrils, simply with everything he had at his disposal, he searched the corpses and soon found what he was looking for, where he found several crystals the size of quail eggs in the bodies.

Leica seemed to have been indulging in some corpses, which indicated that it was naturally aligning itself with these crystals.

In the notebook it was described as mana, which takes on a fixed form when a creature dies. The mana it contains can then be used at will. Did this mean it was used for enchanters? Was it that the runes inside the armor had a tiny slot in the middle? What else had he overlooked in his hurry?

Finally he opened the room that had served him as a crematorium and on the floor he found some of the crystals in the bone dust after the big fire. Presumably after one night there was a small fortune in his area. But he had left the flesh of the creatures, which meant? Which meant that other creatures must have been enjoying it for a long time.

Magna: "Cursed bastard bullshit !!"

Leica only sent "Angry, angry with Leica?"

He turned to her and glared at her.

Magna: "My little truffle pig, didn't tell me about it?"