Wrong, my skills refresh every week

Opening... opening plot kill?

"You are very good. You are the most qualified one among this group!" Chanis praised hypocritically, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry in his tone.

Are you playing Infinite Horror? It's not the reincarnation space, is it? Lord God?

A memory flashed through Ciel's mind.

The finished product of the divine wine was extremely precious. It was originally intended as a prize to motivate the clan members, but now it was being given to ordinary people.

Charles realized that the so-called divine wine was just a test!

He swallowed his saliva, and in a hurry, he pulled a forced smile, raised his eyebrows, and said complacently:

"Captain, I...I succeeded! I succeeded!"

"Yes, you have passed the test sent by God. What do you want to get, brother Ciel?"

"I want to see Lord Soma! I want to receive God's reward!"

Charles took his chance, he was taking a gamble.

I bet Su Mo hasn't completely given up on his clan yet and is watching the ceremony from the sidelines!

Chanis lowered his head, his lenses reflecting the light, making him look very much like the murderer in Conan.

"Why, do you have any request that requires me, the leader, to go beyond your authority? Do you want to leave the clan? If so, I can agree to it now."

Charles was stunned for a second, just one second.

"No, why would I have such an idea? My loyalty to the Soma clan... and to Lord Chanis is like a surging river, and the sun and the moon can bear witness to it!"

I’m afraid that the moment I nod, I’ll be chopped into pieces!

Charles quickly and skillfully expressed his loyalty:

"The Soma clan raised me. Lord Soma is my blood parent, and Lord Chanis is my elder brother!"

He spoke with a thick tongue and not very fluently:

"There is an old saying in the Far East: Those who know the times... That's not right! An elder brother is like a father. If you don't abandon me, I am willing to be your foster father! It is that magical wine..."

"Hahaha, good!"

Chanis patted Charles on the shoulder. He was worried that someone who was not afraid of the divine wine would appear and compete with him for power. But now...

Sure enough, even if one can resist the effects of the magic wine for a while, one cannot avoid its attraction!

Even Chanis would still be fascinated by the divine wine, let alone a mere little devil!

Chanis doesn't believe in so-called flattery, but he believes in the power of the magic wine!

"Want to be my adopted son? Prove your worth first! Work hard and surpass everyone until you stand in front of me again!"

You actually look down on me! You're already seeking death! Charles complained in his heart, his eyes became sharp:

"Yes! I will become the sharpest sword and eliminate all the disobedient rats for Master Chanis!!"

That's not necessary... Tzanis coughed and changed the subject:

"You are too aggressive, calm down."

"Since you are so loyal, tell me, what do you want to ask Master Suma for?"

Charles looked up with a humble expression: "I want to make the Soma clan great again!"

"speak English."

“I want to renew my favor!”

Chapter 2: Skills that cannot be interpreted!

"Oh? Renewing grace? So simple?" Chanis looked at Charles with interest.

Although the renewal of favors is restricted within the clan, it does not cost much mana to renew a favor compared to the cost of leaving the clan.

After all, only when the leeks become stronger can they make more money.

Chanis didn't expect that this was Charles's request.

"Yes."

"Why?" asked Tzanis.

Charles straightened his back and spoke: "I have passed the test of the gods, so I should have gained a lot of experience points. Only by becoming stronger can I help Lord Chanis!"

In fact, Ciel knows something about grace. I may not have had talent before, but now that I have seen through the chaos and awakened from my confusion, I can definitely inspire great power!

"Puchi...Hahaha. It's still early for you!"

Tzanis thought back to Ciel's information.

This kid's parents joined the faction seven years ago and unfortunately died six years ago. And this kid, in seven years, his average attribute has not exceeded H, and he has always been a supporter before, pure trash, unable to make any waves.

If I hadn't been so kind as to allow him, an orphan, to join the faction, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to become a supporter.

I remember that couple seemed to have a child..., but after they died, only Ciel was found...

Could it be that someone had intercepted it?

But never mind. Not important.

He only cares about how much profit this new leek can bring him. The better the talent, the faster he can make money. As for surpassing himself?

Don't be funny. Except for the monster doll that upgrades in one year, a normal person who wants to surpass him will have to work hard for at least seven or eight years.

And he has the ability to strangle it to death in the cradle at any time in the process.

Thinking of this, Chanis turned around and said calmly: "Since you want it, then I will satisfy you."

"Follow."

"Yes."

Charles followed Chanis around the screen in the main hall, through the courtyard at the back, and came to the workshop inside the mansion.

Chanis knocked on the door and opened it: "Lord Soma, I'm coming in."

Charles followed closely behind, and what caught his eye was a huge tall iron pot. A man with long and messy hair that even covered his eyes was waving a wooden stick and stirring the solution in the pot.

Charles realized at a glance that the divine creature before him was a genuine god.

Noble, majestic, and inviolable.

Even though he was filthy and looked like a homeless person.

The male god didn't even raise his head, as if the two people who came in were just floating around and he had no interest in them at all.

For the first time, Charles felt his own insignificance...

Is this God? A being that can decide the fate of mortals with just one word?

"Lord Soma, the routine trial has ended, and this child is the one who stood out." Chanis stepped forward and said respectfully.

Su Mo paused in shaking the wooden stick, and raised his lifeless eyes for a rare moment, glancing at Charles through the gap in his bangs.

There have been similar examples in the past, but this is the first time that it happened so quickly like Charles!

Charles was excited.

"Sure enough, my bet was right! This so-called ritual is a tradition, and it is also Soma's last good intention! As long as Soma is here, Chanis will not do anything to me."

Su Mo put down the stick, walked slowly to stand in front of Charles, and said in a low and decadent voice:

"You...come to see me, what do you want?"

Of course, Ciel wouldn't be stupid enough to directly make such a ridiculous request as "leaving the family".

I don't have a backer like the 'protagonist Bell'. If I leave the clan now, even if I succeed, I will be dead on the street the next day.

After thinking it over, Charles said, "Lord Suma, I want to renew my favor."

"follow me."

Su Mo's expression became more peaceful.

The divine wine was originally a reward for strengthening the clan. Although the priorities are now reversed, Charles's move just happened to be in line with Su Mo's original divine will and left a good impression.

Chanis didn't catch up, and Charles and Soma came to the shrine next door.

"Turn around and take it off."

"Ah? Oh!"

Charles was stunned for a second, and subconsciously covered his anus. When he reacted, he took off his shirt.

Suma pricked his finger with the tip of the needle, and the cold touch slid down Ciel's spine.

A fluorescent light lit up from behind, revealing the shape of a wine glass. As the data composed of sacred words floated, Ciel's ability value was refreshed.

The chaotic memories seemed to be completely sorted out at this moment, and Charles fell into a daze.

Looking at the sacred text on Charles' back, Su Mo hesitated for a long time and did not make a copy of it on parchment.

A moment later...

"What's wrong?" Charles turned around in confusion.

Su Mo shook his head as if waking up from a dream, picked up the parchment, printed it, and used translation magic to change the content of the text.

"Take it."

Ciel took the parchment and looked it up and down.

The memories of the past 11 years opened up here, allowing him to easily recognize the words on the paper.

……

Charles level 1

Strength: I40→I50 Durability: I50→I60 Dexterity: I70→I80 Agility: I33→I50 Magic: I0→I0

magic:【】

skill:

[Carrying the burden forward]

Reduce the weight of equipment and slightly increase durability.

The heavier the weight, the stronger the effect.

【? ? ? 】

……

Wow... terrible attributes.

Not only are they all at the lowest level I, there is only one magic bar.

The attributes of grace are generally divided into ten levels from I to S. Rare characters have as many as three magic bars.

A panel like mine, in other games, would be considered an R card at best, barely enough to have a name? An expedition card?

but……

The question mark below...

"Lord Su Mo...what is this skill?" Charles raised his head and looked at Su Mo.

"..."

"..."

The two looked at each other for two minutes, and then Su Mo looked away as if he had a social phobia attack.

"I have no idea……"

"what?"

Su Mo seemed to see the astonishment in Charles' eyes and added, "It's just impossible to interpret it."

Unable to decipher?

Ciel was stunned for two seconds, then his eyes widened.