I didn't intend to destroy the world.

Since he lacked magical affinity, Levitt's act of casting the freezing ray was probably corrupted by "divine will," causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Levitt was unconscious for several hours. When he woke up, he felt he was about to die, so he picked up the opened bottle of medicine and drank it all in one gulp, which made him feel better.

Something's not right!

Other people's spells don't even consume mana, so why am I burning health?!

"The thief who stole my magic."

Recalling the ethereal female voice in his ear, he didn't think it was an illusion. If he didn't have the conditions to learn magic and was casting a spell, did that mean he had been caught cheating?

So she was the mistress of the weaving thread?

Is it a god?

At such a cost, magic cannot be used lightly, meaning that the spellbook obtained from Crescent Moon is no longer necessary to learn.

Levitt felt that instead of wasting his knowledge on these "poisonous wines," he should unlock some safe traits and skills.

Therefore, Levitt had no choice but to reluctantly visit the official adventure shop.

The adventure shop was still packed with people at this time, after all, adventurers never cared about the time or season when they worked.

The shop was large and displayed a wide variety of goods, including weapons, armor, items, and a small number of items for mages.

Behind the long counter were at least five or six receptionists. Thanks to the scarcity of mages, there were long queues in front of the other receptionists, but the shop selling magical items was deserted.

"The weapons and armor are next door... the junk collector is on the west side of town." The receptionist at the counter was expressionless, and when she saw Levitt's attire, she gave him a cold reminder.

What do you take me for?

I'll unleash a freezing ray and spit out a mouthful of blood to kill you!

Levitt slammed the spellbook on the counter and said, "Freezing Ray, Laughter."

The clerk took the spellbook, glanced at it, and replied expressionlessly, "Five gold coins."

"What a dark heart!" Levitt thought to himself in shock.

He had just gone to the first floor of the tavern, bought a drink from a random adventurer, and inquired about the recycling price of tricks and spells.

The most common spells are sold for eight to twelve gold coins, while first-level spells are sold for no less than ten gold coins.

Yes, the price of the magic trick is a bit high, but it's worth it.

"Eighteen gold coins, that's the most I can offer." The receptionist gave the price again.

After thinking it over, Levitt decided to stop while he was ahead.

People with magical talent aren't everywhere, and keeping the spellbook is really useless to me; if I were to sell it, I could only sell it to a shop like this.

"Here are your eighteen gold coins." The receptionist accepted the spellbook and took out a stack of gold coins.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to attract the attention of the adventurers nearby.

Feeling watched, Levitt became wary, quickly pocketed the gold coins, and left the adventure shop.

Twenty-one gold medals.

If Levitt hadn't been cursed, he could have used the money to go back to his hometown, redeem his house, and live a comfortable life as a farmer.

But in the small town of Chanda, twenty-one gold coins are nothing.

A night at a tavern or inn costs about ten silver coins, which is one-tenth of a gold coin.

A goblin's bounty is three silver coins.

You need to kill three goblins to stay at an inn for one night without eating or drinking.

As for why Levitt would consider this question, it was, of course, a curse.

The attempt to cheat into the weaving and use magic to resist the curse failed.

Therefore, Levitt could only focus on the curse itself.

Now there are two directions: one is the rotten knife, and the other is the dead crescent moon.

Rotten Knife was defeated by the Big Bear Adventurer Group and is probably still in the Monster Forest. Levitt wants to find Rotten Knife, but not because he thinks the curse was cast by the goblins. Rather, it's because Rotten Knife said yesterday that Old Scar might have some insights into the curse.

As the source of the curse, which Levitt believes to be the dead Crescent Moon may not be able to answer the question, but Gray Rat and Rose are still alive. Are the two of them also in Zendar Town?

After all, the closest place to the Warcraft Forest is Zendar Town.

If we can find them, will we be able to get some information about the crescent moon?

Of course, the most important thing right now is—

We need money!

It requires a lot of money!

Until a solution to the curse is found, earn money to buy healing potions!

In this town of Zendar, teeming with adventurers and supported by the imperial government, it's self-evident which job can earn money the fastest.

Knowledge Level: 1 (168/200)

Knowledge Points: 68

Thinking of this, Levitt felt even more heartbroken.

I wasted 50 knowledge points unlocking the Frozen Ray.

In the end, it all fell into their laps!

I currently have 68 knowledge points left. I need to broaden my horizons first, and then unlock a reliable skill or trait.

Even without joining an adventurer's party and becoming a lone wolf, entering the Monster Forest as a farmer is no less than suicide.

To ensure things went smoothly from here on out, Levitt even went to a clothing store and bought a new outfit.

He wore a gray hooded shirt with a scarf, dark black trousers, and durable boots. He had thrown away his satchel and replaced it with a close-fitting multi-pocket belt containing his life-saving medicine.

More necessities will have to wait.

After all, he's the kind of person who looks at the answer before going through the process.

I'll buy the corresponding items once I unlock certain skill traits.

Levitt returned to the tavern where he was staying, looking much cleaner and more presentable than before. The bartender, seeing that he had changed his clothes, was also more attentive than before.

The first floor was packed with people, the noise and smell of alcohol mingling together.

Levitt took the beer he had just ordered and glanced at each table.

"Hey, buddy." A dwarf with a bulbous nose waved at him.

"Still drinking?" Levitt walked over and asked with a smile.

The one with the red nose is the adventurer who drank a glass of wine with him today and told him the prices of tricks and spells.

"Hey, did you sell your spellbook, buddy? Can I have another drink?"

After only a few words, his red nose became apparent, but Levitt was still able to afford the drinks, and with a wave of his hand, he ordered the bartender to bring him three more glasses of strong liquor.

"I will repay you!" the red-nosed man said with a grin.

After greeting everyone, Levitt spotted several familiar faces.

Four people sat together, one of whom was a large, bearded man named Bearskin.

Levitt turned to the bartender and said a few words, after which the bartender asked the waiter to bring the drinks and dishes over there.

Following the direction the waiter was pointing, Xiongpi and his group saw Levitt and waved him over.

"Good evening, little goblin." The members of the Big Bear Adventure Team greeted Levitt as they saw him.

They weren't this polite before.

Levitt, holding his wine glass, pointed to the food and drinks he had ordered for these people and joked, "The little goblin just sold himself for three silver coins. Are you all satisfied with the food I served?"

The team members burst into laughter.

"Levitt, come here." Bearskin pulled up a chair next to him and made Levitt sit down.

Levitt sat down next to him, and Bearskin patted him on the shoulder.

Bearskin: "You look great! How's the curse going?"

Levitt didn't hide anything, and with a troubled expression, he talked about his current predicament.

After hearing this, the others felt embarrassed to drink his wine or eat his food.

"That's how adventurers are." Bearskin grabbed a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, then took a sip of wine and said, "We're drinking and eating meat today, but who knows, we might be gone tomorrow."

"Yes, death is behind us, but I can see it while you can't." Levitt smiled with relief, gesturing for everyone to continue eating and drinking.

While chatting with the Big Bear Adventure Team, he suddenly looked towards the tavern entrance as if by some strange impulse.

It was a hooded man, and he had two companions.

The hooded man turned his head, then walked with his companion to a table that had just been vacated.

"Sit down," one of the hooded man's companions said.

"An elf, maybe even older than your grandmother, is it really worth chasing her all the way here?"

"Crescent Moon is different!" the hooded man replied angrily.