Adventure: My Skills Evolve Infinitely

After all, he was only here to see what it was like. After his tour, Lin Mo left the lounge, returned the key, and went downstairs.

"Mr. Lin Mo, wait a moment."

When he reached the main hall, he saw Lena waving him over. Walking up to the Little Cat Girl, he watched as she handed him a small box. "You forgot something," she said. "This is a congratulatory gift for your promotion from the Silver Stream City branch of the Association."

"A congratulatory gift?"

Lin Mo’s eyes lit up. This was a pleasant surprise.

"That’s right. Chairman Vick established this policy after taking office. All Professionals who get promoted in Silver Stream City receive one."

’Some kind of marketing and retention tactic?’

’A pretty good one, at that...’

Lin Mo opened the small box. Inside was a Crystal Coin engraved with his name and today’s date.

It was a meaningful little souvenir, and its value wasn’t bad, either. One Crystal Coin was equivalent to 100 Gold Coins.

He probably wouldn’t spend this coin unless he was truly desperate for cash.

He had to admit, Chairman Vick was really onto something. People could be suckers for this kind of thing.

A small gift that created a sense of occasion and satisfied one’s vanity. Word of it would spread and earn him praise, naturally creating a kind of "advertising" effect.

The man was a genius.

Lin Mo closed the lid, smiled, and waved at Lena. "See you tonight."

"Mm, see you tonight..."

Those simple words filled Lena’s heart with a sense of warmth and belonging.

It was as if she truly had a home and a family.

After leaving the Adventurer’s Association, Lin Mo headed straight for the Adventurer’s Commercial Street.

The Core Bone from the Frosty Corpse he was carrying couldn’t be used directly. He needed to find an Alchemist to process it before it could be set into his Secret Silver Gloves and put to use.

He already knew exactly who to go to.

Lin Mo walked straight to the entrance of Chacher’s Alchemy Workshop.

He pushed the door open, and the familiar chime of a bell rang out. As usual, Madam Chacher was reclining on what looked to be a very comfortable lounge chair, leisurely enjoying her morning tea.

Few Adventurers came by at this hour, so when someone entered, she glanced up, raised her eyebrows, and sat upright.

"Little Feney didn’t come with you?"

Seeing the undisguised disappointment on her face, Lin Mo pursed his lips. "We’re just teammates. It’s our day off, so it’s normal for us not to be together, right?"

"And here I thought you two were joined at the hip."

Madam Chacher’s smile was knowing. "So, what can I do for you?"

"It’s about this."

Lin Mo took the Core Bone of the Frosty Corpse from his pack. "Can you process this for me?"

Madam Chacher raised her eyebrows, put on a pair of gloves, and took the bone to examine it closely.

"You killed this?"

"More or less. With my team."

Lin Mo nodded.

Madam Chacher placed the bone on a soft cloth. "You’re full of surprises, young man... Leave it with me. You can pick it up in two days."

"How much will it cost?"

"150 Gold Coins."

"What if I bring Feney next time?"

"Then it would be free."

"..."

Seeing Lin Mo’s speechless expression, Madam Chacher smiled. "I’m just kidding. I won’t take a profit from you. Let’s just say cost price, 60 Gold Coins."

"Alright. Thank you."

Lin Mo counted out 60 Gold Coins and placed them on the counter.

"See you in two days, then..."

With that, he turned and left.

Madam Chacher watched his retreating back, shook her head, and lay back down again. She didn’t forget to grumble, "Young people are in such a rush these days. Can’t even spare a moment to chat with an old woman."

He had his Bronze Level Adventurer’s Identity Card, and he had commissioned the work on the Frosty Corpse’s Core Bone. The most pressing matters were now taken care of.

Next up was a trip to the City Lord’s Mansion.

Not to see Feney, of course, but to find Shefilya.

It was time to have her help him train again to raise the Skill Level of his [Resilience].

In addition, there was the Ranger Profession’s [Lightness]. This skill’s Skill Level also increased with use. While keeping it active in daily life had some effect, the gains were small—nothing compared to the benefits of using it in combat.

Since it was an Ordinary Level skill with low consumption, Lin Mo basically kept it active at all times.

Its current Skill Level had reached (8/20), so progress wasn’t slow. He expected to see even greater improvement in future battles.

When he arrived at the gates of the City Lord’s Mansion, no words were necessary. The guards recognized him as an honored guest and didn’t bar his way.

Lin Mo walked straight into the mansion, stopping a passing Maid to ask, "Is Feney home right now?"

"Miss Feney? She just left for the Church a little while ago..."

’Just as I thought.’

Feney was a Priest, after all. Aside from gaining experience through adventuring, she could also grow by performing daily acts of healing. Besides, she loved to help people, so on days when they weren’t adventuring, she would almost always choose to go to the Church.

"Then what about Shefilya?"

The Maid looked a bit lost and shook her head. "I’m sorry, I don’t know."

"Alright, thank you for your time."

Lin Mo nodded and, with a sense of resignation, began to search around.

He searched for a good while, asking several people, but to no avail.

’Does she make a habit of disappearing at home, too?’

Feeling a bit helpless, Lin Mo sat down on a stone bench in a small courtyard. He was sipping the tea he’d asked a Maid to bring, grumbling to himself, when a voice suddenly spoke from behind him.

"You were looking for me?"

Lin Mo jumped in surprise. He turned his head to see Shefilya’s familiar face.

Her ivory-colored hair was cut short, obscuring one eye. The other, a pale gold, stared at Lin Mo without a trace of emotion.

As expected of a Senior Level Assassin. Lin Mo hadn’t sensed her at all before she spoke.

In that respect, even with a powerful Stealth Skill like [Invisibility], Lin Mo was still leagues behind her.

Her gait, the rhythm of her breathing, her every minuscule movement... Assassination was an art. Every powerful Assassin was like an elegant dancer, performing where there was no sound, killing without a trace.

Shefilya was undoubtedly such a master. Regardless of her stats and power, her fundamentals as an Assassin were so solid they were terrifying.

Lin Mo wanted to learn these things, but unlike Skills, such details couldn’t be mastered overnight. They required years of accumulation to form habits, eventually becoming instinct.

"I was hoping you could train with me."

There was no need to beat around the bush with Shefilya, so Lin Mo stated his purpose directly.

"Same as last time?"

Lin Mo shook his head. "I want to try something new."

"Such as?"

"Something more like a real battle..."

Although he now held multiple Professions, with his Warrior and Mage classes having reached Level 3, Lin Mo had only begun his adventuring career less than two months ago. He was still lacking in combat experience.

Against some Ordinary Demons, he might not need much finesse; having high enough stats was sufficient.

But when facing High Level, intelligent Demons, or fighting against other people, stats weren’t the only thing that decided the outcome.

The trade-offs between offense and defense, the fluid execution of techniques, emergency responses to various situations, the thought process behind countering and breaking moves...

If there was a huge gap in power, it wouldn’t matter. But if their strengths were comparable, these factors could decide at least 30%, or even more than 40%, of the battle’s outcome.

There were no shortcuts to gaining this kind of combat experience and skill. Aside from natural talent, it could only be accumulated through constant battle and practice.

Lin Mo wasn’t lacking in talent, but he was lacking in experience.

Therefore, engaging in realistic combat drills with Shefilya could help him fill that gap.

"Alright."

Shefilya nodded, agreeing without hesitation.

Her quick agreement made Lin Mo feel a little bad. "Are you sure it’s not too much trouble?"

"If you think it’s trouble, then you shouldn’t have come."

"Er..."

Lin Mo was left speechless by her retort.

"I’m joking. Don’t worry about it."

’But your expression doesn’t look like you’re joking at all...’