I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 134 I Became a Werewolf

"Thank you." Louis took the ring and stared at it for a long time in the sunset.

However, he couldn't see anything. If Melina hadn't been standing next to him watching, he probably would have put it to his lips and blew on it.

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now," Melina said softly. "I should say, I should give you some privacy... um, what should I call you?"

The absent-minded Melina only just remembered that she should have asked Louis what his name was.

"Louis Mountbatten, just call me Louis," Louis replied with a nod.

"Then I'll call you Lord Louis." Melina stood up, her figure gradually disappearing.

Just as Louis was about to leave, Melina emerged from the void again.

Are you ever going to stop?

"I'm sorry, Lord Louis." Melina's face was flushed, as if she was a little embarrassed. "I forgot to help you unlock the power of Rune... Please forgive me."

"It's nothing." Louis thought to himself, "Your level of absent-mindedness is extraordinary..."

However, Melina's guidance of Rune's power was not like the Fire Keeper's, where she had to touch her darkness. Melina simply stretched out her arm and gently touched Louis's forehead, as if performing a blessing ceremony.

"Level/experience points unlocked".

Current level: 50 (0/350000)

Current attribute:

Mana: 20000

Vitality: 10

Concentration: 50

Stamina: 10

Strength: 6

Dexterity: 7

Intelligence: 20

Faith: 20

Sensing: 15

Luck: 40

(Note: The maximum attribute point value is 99, and the maximum value after breaking through the limit is 999.)

"Lord Louis, if there's nothing else..."

Before Melina could finish speaking, Louis quickly interrupted her: "Think carefully first, is there anything you haven't finished saying?"

The two stared at each other in silence for a long while. Finally, Melina stomped her foot and said with a sigh, seemingly resigned, "That's it, that's it, that's really all there is now, boohoo!"

As she spoke, she vanished into thin air.

By the way, what does that "woo" mean? Are you trying to act cute?

Louis shrugged, indicating that he didn't quite understand.

He stood up, dusted himself off, picked up the ring, and blew on it—that's probably how a horse whistle is used.

And as he expected, the seed... well, Torret stepped out of the void and neighed twice as he walked to his side.

Louis nimbly mounted his horse and charged toward the checkpoint in front of the city wall.

However, Louis's horsemanship was still quite remarkable. At least he was more adept at casting spells when riding Torret. With Torret, he could employ a more powerful kite tactic, pulling more than twenty knights, soldiers, and even wolves and dogs along for a chaotic and exciting attack.

At this moment, he missed Blizzard a little. If he had Blizzard, he might be able to farm Runes a little faster.

As night fell, Louis decided to go to the Church of Ellie to buy some things from Gallie and see what good stuff he had.

Most importantly, he was hungry, and after searching for a long time, he finally caught two rabbits and a goat, which he tied to Toret's backside.

Sure enough, Gallie was still sitting by the campfire in the church of Ellie. When he saw Louis, he greeted him weakly.

"What's wrong, friend?" Louis asked with concern.

"I haven't eaten for days..." Karei replied weakly. "Ah...you're back, friend. Um, did you get any runes? I'm starving..."

"Huh? What does your hunger have to do with Rune?" Louis was a little puzzled. Could that thing be eaten as a meal?

"The nomadic people are nourished by runes and do not need to eat like the faded ones." Kale's voice was weak and his eyes were somewhat dull. The flickering flames could not reflect any light in his dark eyes.

"Oh, is that so?" Louis flicked his hand, and a string of runes bounced up like sand and fell back into his hand. When Karel saw the runes in his hand, he almost sat up straight, and his eyes shone with light again.

"Oh, friend, my good friend," Karel said somewhat eagerly. "Alright, alright, it seems you really do have a way to get some runes. I have some good stuff here, would you like to buy some?"

"Oh, perfect, let me see." Louis leaned over with interest.

Carle struggled to his feet, pulled a bunch of things from the mule's backpack, and laid them out in front of Louis. He picked up a leather bag and handed it to Louis: "This, this is a tool bag used by the Faded Ones. Of course, we nomads can't use it. You can try it out and see what it's for. As for the price... just give me a few dozen units of runes. I'm really starving."

Louis glanced at the leather bag and then marked it with a distinctive eye.

Tool bag

It contains a leather bag with various tools, including a medicine bowl, a cutting board, and a small knife.

Once you own it, you can bind it to the system panel, allowing you to quickly craft items from the system panel.

The methods of combat and survival are all contained within.

"This is too powerful..." Louis muttered to himself, putting the leather bag into his system space, neatly arranging out a thousand runes, and then handing it to Carle.

Carrie's eyes widened, and after a long pause, he stammered, "Oh, oh... thank you for your generosity, thank you for your generosity, Mr. Faded One."

"This leather bag is worth the price," Louis said calmly. "Do you have any recipes or anything like that?"

Kale didn't answer. He first pinched a ball of runes in his palm, then, with great ceremony, forcefully stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it reluctantly for a long time before swallowing it with lingering reluctance. Then, he carefully put the remaining runes into his leather bag.

He looked up, smiled at Louis, and pulled out three notebooks.

He looks a lot like that old beggar who sells unparalleled martial arts techniques.

Louis checked them one by one.

The two on the left are the notes of a wandering warrior.

"The crafting notes written by the constantly wandering warriors contain knowledge of how to survive in a desperate situation where they have nothing."

The text describes the methods for making the following items: animal bone arrows, animal bone crossbow bolts, illuminating stones, robust jerky, and robust white jerky.

On the right are the missionary's notes on making the product.

"The notes made by a man who could not become a finger witch, who took the opportunity as a preacher to spread divine knowledge."

The text describes the methods for making the following items: a holy water jug ​​and a holy water jug ​​with a rope.

"I'll take it all. Is there anything else?" Louis asked.

With a hint of heartache, Kale pulled out three small, cracked jars and handed them to Louis: "These are cracked jars imbued with the laws of nature. Even if they are destroyed, they will recover within seconds... You can use them to make some offensive items. They can be reused... I'll sell these to you for five thousand runes."

Louis examined the cracked pot and found that it was indeed as Carrie had said.

He was very decisive and didn't haggle at all; he took these things away for five thousand yuan.

Both were satisfied. Louis sat opposite Carrefour and began preparing the lamb and rabbit chops.

This is also one of the perks of making leather bags; the system can help him deal with the goat and the rabbit.

The campfire grilled the meat skewers, emitting an enticing aroma. Louis's system space still contained spices from the barbecue he used during the summer vacation, so he wasn't worried about eating something bland.

Louis's appetite had been whetted, but the man in front of him remained unmoved, not even bothering to glance at the sizzling, oily roast meat.

"Are you really not interested?" Louis asked curiously.

Kale shook his head shyly: "I'm sorry, Faded One, we wandering people really don't need to eat. To us, runes are the ultimate delicacy..."

Louis shrugged. If he didn't eat it, then it was none of his business.

He devoured more than ten skewers of mutton in no time; he was truly starving, otherwise he would never have wolfed them down like that.

Just as Louis was about to reach for the rabbit patties with his hungry claws, he heard an ethereal voice behind him.

"Fade-out ones...come here..."

"I'm eating, big sister." Louis didn't even turn his head—he hated being disturbed while he was eating.

"Then you continue eating, I'll wait a bit." The owner of the voice wasn't angry; on the contrary, he seemed quite happy.

Louis ignored her, quickly devoured the rabbit steak, wiped his mouth with a tissue, threw it into the campfire, and turned to look at the source of the voice.

She was a witch... a rather strange witch, dressed in a fluffy white witch's robe, with a huge witch's hat covering her head, but half of her blue cheek could be seen; her four hands were folded gracefully on her lap, and she sat on the broken wall that was originally behind Louis, not tall, but tall enough to look down on him.

"Looks like you've finished eating. Can you come over and chat for a bit?" The witch's ethereal voice rang out again.

Louis wiped his mouth and walked over. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the witch had two faces—yes, she didn't look like a real person, but more like a doll. Next to the doll's face was an illusory face. When Louis approached, both faces smiled simultaneously: "Nice to meet you, Faded One. I am the witch Reina."

"I heard that some faded beings ride spirit horses; it took me quite a while to find them..."

"But it seems that this faded one is you—the spirit horse named Torret. You can summon it, right?"

At this point, the witch Reina looked at Louis with expectant eyes.

Louis shrugged, glancing at Torret, who was munching on a Rosa fruit—the reason this guy chose Louis was probably because of his unrestrained eating habits.

But Louis only ate in a slightly unrefined manner when no one was around; in reality, he was actually a fairly... well, fairly elegant person.

"Oh... I really didn't notice, sorry." Louis caught a hint of embarrassment in the witch Reina's voice.

What's the use of your apology? Are all the people in your border region confused? Louis was baffled...

"I have an item to give you. It was entrusted to me by Toret's former master. The item is called the Soul Bell. It can summon souls from the ashes of those who did not return to the Golden Tree. Those masters will temporarily recognize you as their master and relive their battle appearances from their previous lives... Well, use it as you wish."

At this point, Lena sighed softly, "Faded One, I'm sorry to have bothered you. I think we'll never meet again. Enjoy the taste of the Borderlands."

"I'm really looking forward to seeing how long those Faded Ones will obey Two Fingers, don't you think? You imposter, Faded One lord?"

The last sentence was uttered in an extremely faint voice, audible only to the two of them.

After saying this, the witch Lena transformed into starlight and vanished without a trace.

Louis looked in the direction where Lena had disappeared, thinking to himself that this must be the witch Lani.

That's the witch Lani who made countless players obsessed, crazy about her, and willing to bang their heads against walls for her, the Lani who said, "For Lani, I will become a werewolf."

However, Louis didn't quite understand what was so appealing about Lani either; at least he didn't have a penchant for getting aroused by dolls.

I'm not an anime otaku, who would care about a doll?

Louis would only reluctantly consider it if Lani became a more normal person.

However, Louis was quite interested in Lani's mother, Queen Rena La.

After all, madam, you wouldn't want your daughter to spend her whole life inside a doll, would you?

Right, liking the lady, can that be called... cough cough? After all, our Louis is a model young man who upholds the five virtues and four good principles, how could he possibly do something so unreasonable?

He caught a glimpse of Toret still grazing out of the corner of his eye and suddenly had the idea to try and squeeze Toret into the mount's stall.

The system rejected his request, stating that the mount function had not yet been unlocked in this world, so Torret was not considered a mount for the time being, and the mounts he originally owned could not be summoned at the border.

There seemed to be some minor restrictions, but Louis didn't care. He came to the border area to train himself, not to skip class.

Of course, riding a Torret and kiting enemies doesn't count as skipping class, but can something that uses the rules be called skipping class?

Seeing that it was getting late, Louis decided to go back to Hogwarts to sleep and come back the next morning.

However, the request was firmly rejected. The reason given was that without defeating at least three demigods, one could not freely enter or leave the borderlands. This journey to the borderlands would continue until the ominous demon was defeated and the mission was completed.

Louis hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't bring himself to say the swear word.

In this open-air environment, with rain possibly falling at any moment, are you suggesting I sleep in this dilapidated church? Is that appropriate?

However, the system's response was quite humane—this was to train the host's reaction ability in emergency situations, so this time, the host would not be provided with sleeping bags or other items, and the host would have to make everything himself.

With no other choice, Louis had to fend for himself. He carried his beloved crystal sword to chop down trees, and it wasn't until the moon was high in the sky that he managed to build a simple little bed, covered by a not-so-simple sheepskin tent.

Looking at his beloved little home, Louis sighed contentedly.

But just as he was about to go to sleep, Melina suddenly appeared, and somehow tripped over something and fell onto his tent. The poor tent, unable to bear Melina's weight, collapsed with a crash to Louis's astonishment.

(End of this chapter)