New Skill

"From the looks of it, the two guards belong to Meso Squad. Third lowest rank of the [Abyss Devourer] Squad," explains Niva as he regains focus.

Their uniform attribute is somewhat strange. Bright color radiates from their red leather vest on top of the grey linen shirt. Its apparent radiance is the result of the high level of enchantment.

Krilo still cannot believe a high enchantment equipment is worn by a low rank troop. In his era, only the highest royal guard had the luxury of wearing it. He knows that the equipment is sturdier than diamond.

"Be careful, I have read that this type of squad has around level 4 in class combat level. But, a level 8 or above compfreund level. One compfreund can easily destroy this cave when resort to [Evolution 1]."

Krilo can already imagine the laziness of the human companion. Letting the compfreund to do all the heavy lifting.

Although he is also getting more excited to hear what a compfreund can do. Especially the evolution part. He can already imagine transforming into a giant bird that can soar its wings into the sky.

From the serious face of the Niva and Lula. The two guards guarding will be a piece of work.

"Can you brew a sleeping potion? We don't want to hurt them nevertheless," whispers Niva.

"Why can we hurt them?"asks Krilo with a deliberate dumbfounded expression. He must act like a newbie. Don't initiate intellectual conversation, debate, or reject their plan.

The blue haired companion looks at Lula, expecting to answer in his stead. Except that Lula is confused for not knowing what Niva's compfreund has been asking.

"We don't want them to find us and retaliate. Let me ask you. Is it easier to be chased by one person or two people?"

"One." Krilo answers briefly. "I understand."

The last sentence is Krilo's tactic to not be humiliated again with that kind of speech. He should've asked a little more intelligently, seeing that the previously question is dumber than his usual mannerism towards Niva.

"He is not that stupid you know." Lula gives Niva the stare.

"No, I am just explaining. Ugh, sorry for talking to you like that." The blue haired companion pats Krilo's head.

Krilo just stands there silently. Doesn't give a damn about the whole ordeal.

"Listen closely, I am going to make a custom made potion. Sleeping Potion to be exact. I got the necessary ingredients but haven't researched it yet."

[Pestilence], just like any other class, needs practice to gain a skill. There are two types of skill: The Innate Skill and Practical Skill. Innate skill is the skill that you automatically learn and can be used after leveling up. Meanwhile Practical Skill needs to be unlocked by class advancement and also needs to be learned.

The difference is that Innate skill only limits one per level. Sometimes a class advancement does not unlock an Innate skill. Although practical skills need to be learned, the potential skill that can be learned is almost limitless.

Level 2 in most classes can learn up to 10 skills. With level 4 you can learn up to 50 skills. The possibility is endless. It is only limited by the determination of an individual to learn and grasp that knowledge.

"Me too, there is a hymn I have memorized that I haven't tried in the field," follows Niva as he too does not want to be considered left behind by the team.

"What's it called?" asks Lula.

"The [Potent Hymn]. The hymn can make a craftable skill increase its effect. I took note of the entirety of the hymn from the People's Sound Institute in Richter." Niva then shows them the note that he had written in a small parchment from his bag.

Krilo can't believe his companion is accustomed to writing in such small size parchment. All the notes, the music lines, all are written neatly forming a music sheet, somewhat different from earth.

He only met a handful of [Minstrel] class lines. And somewhat cannot believe that they have to memorize something like that in their head.

Meanwhile, Lula is using her portable herb making utensils. Her hand too is eloquent in putting the necessary herbs in the empty potion flask.

It's a new experience for Krilo. All of the adult caretakers of the orphanage usually brag about how they chug an entire ale, bangs women, and other cool stuff.

Somehow Krilo is the only one who starts a conversation about individual class improvement. Seems weird to him.

Krilo observes the marvel that comes from the two. Niva is singing his [Potent Hymn] quietly as he does not want to alert the guards, while Lula is making her [Sleeping Potion].

Niva's singing in particular, so eloquent and somewhat thoughtful from the bottom of his heart.

It is nowhere near the word bad.

"It is done," whispers Lula wiping the sweat from her head as she lifts the greyish potion bottle. The grey thing inside is resembling a fog. Krilo somehow knows what is going to happen when the potion lid is uncovered.

"The glass potion glass needs to break to uncover the sleeping gas inside. Tell me if it's the right time to do the throwing,"

She looks at her teammates. They all nod in affirmation.

"Remember the way out okay?" Lula's hand twitches as she is pointing towards the corridor across the room that is filled with empty shops. "Don't forget to hold your breath."

Lula takes a deep breath and throws a bottle onto the middle of the large room. Fortunately, she throws the bottle when the vision of the two guards are not fixated to the center room. The grey smoke is spreading fast towards the two guards. Making them cough profusely.

The three of them immediately head straight to the corridor.

The coughs gradually slow down. Just after that, it stops completely.

Krilo then descends to the supposed source of the cough. The yellow compfreund witnesses a Green moth like compfreund is lying unconscious besides [Abyss Devourer] companion.

A sharp expression is all over Krilo's face muscle as he begins to chant the [Absorb!] incantation in his heart.