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Pulling up the personal attributes panel, Bu Ning focused his gaze.
"Character: Vampire: Vampire Faction: Dark
Strength: 18 Agility: 6 (4+) Constitution: 0 (17+) Spirit: 1 Energy: 10/10
Occupation: None Faith: None Level: 1 Experience Points: 40/1000 Physical Condition: Moderate Injury 66%
Racial Gift (Not Activated): Level 1 Baron Bloodline Transformation.
Poor Quality Snake Scale Shirt Category: Clothing Armor Required Equipment Level: Level 1. Attributes: Agility+1 Constitution +1 Texture: Poor. Weight: 76 grams. Description: Made from Excellent materials, but the craftsmanship is unsightly.
Rough Snake Scale Pants Category: Clothing Armor Required Equipment Level: Level 1. Attributes: Agility+1 Constitution + Texture: Rough. Weight: 80 grams. Description: Made from Excellent materials, but the craftsmanship is unsightly."
Overall attributes had not changed significantly; Bu's Experience points had indeed risen to 40, while his physical injuries were still slowly recovering.
In the options below the personal attributes panel, Bu noticed an additional option labeled Servant.
He immediately focused his mind and entered to check, a transparent information module quickly appearing in his mind.
"Current Number of Servant Owned by Character: 1 Maximum Number of Servant Character Can Have:
Servant: Locke??Blaine (Contract Status) Loyalty: 80 (Contract Enforced Effect) Race: Human Faction: Dark
Attributes: Strength: 8 Agility: 1 Constitution: 8 Spirit: 5 Energy 5/10
Occupation: Shadow Thief (Low Tier) Faith: Shadow God Helkasius Level: 1
Physical Condition: Severe Injury 4%"
Skill: Dagger Mastery (Passive) Level: Beginner Level 1. Skill Effect: Holding a dagger-type combat weapon grants a combat power increase of Amplification by two percent. Mastery: Initial Understanding.
Stealth (Active) Level: Beginner Level 1. Skill Effect: Initially conceal oneself; revealing presence when moving or attacking quickly. When affected by Mental Power perception, the skill effect is reduced by eighty percent. Each use consumes 1 energy point per minute. Mastery: Initial Understanding.
Gale (Active) Level: Beginner Level 1. Skill Effect: Amplification increases Speed of movement by ten percent and Amplification increases attack Speed by ten percent. Lasts for one minute, consuming 1 energy point per minute. Mastery: Novice.
Locke's personal attributes seem somewhat lacking; both his basic attribute values and skills feel significantly inferior compared to others.
However, upon closer inspection, Bu Xin found something puzzling.
If Locke has no Experience points, how does he level up? Moreover, it seems he doesn't have any Racial Gift either?
With these questions in mind, Bu Xin couldn't help but ask Locke. After a conversation with him, some understanding was finally gained.
Unlike Bu Xin, who has an unconventional leveling method, in the Fran Continent, low-level warriors must enhance their physical qualities to break through levels.
When one's physical attributes reach a certain level, they can successfully advance. This physical quality refers to various personal attributes.
To break through levels, certain standards must be met.
Excluding the attribute bonuses from some Amplification Equipment, a low-level warrior at level 1 must have two attributes exceed ten points and one attribute exceed twenty points to level up.
Of course, according to Locke, the numerical values mentioned by Bu Xin are referred to as ranks rather than points.
Ten points correspond to one rank, twenty points correspond to two ranks, and so on.
To advance from Low-Level to Intermediate, a warrior must have two attributes above thirty points and one attribute above forty points.
Only after reaching Intermediate can a warrior begin to cultivate the energy within their body.
At this point, the focus of their training shifts to the energy system.
After learning these details, Bu Xin felt secretly pleased; it seemed that he truly had the advantages of a transmigrator. As long as he had enough Experience, he could level up without all the complicated troubles.
With the first question resolved, Bu then raised a second question about Racial Gifts.
When Bu inquired about Racial Gifts, he noticed Locke displaying a confused expression, as if he did not know what a Racial Gift was.
After several rounds of questioning and seeing Locke's continued bewilderment, Bu decided to drop the topic.
It appeared that not everyone possessed a Racial Gift. The reason Bu had this Racial Gift was ultimately due to his vampire Bloodline.
With these two questions answered, Bu began to covet Locke's three skills.
Each of these skills was immensely appealing to Bu, who had none.
This was the best way to enhance his own strength; no matter how good the equipment attributes were, they were still external items.
For example, Locke's gear was practically worse than the Serpent Scale Armor Bu had made himself; only that dagger looked somewhat decent, but Bu couldn't be bothered to even glance at it.
Bu's need for skills was now extremely urgent; he saw how Locke, despite being an attribute weakling, became energized after using his skills, forcing Bu into a difficult situation.
Although this is somewhat related to his lack of practical experience, it cannot be denied that skills play an important role in improving one's strength.
Bu now has some speculation that the level of mastery of a skill may directly affect the power it unleashes.
For example, although Locke's skills made Bu feel challenged, he is certain that Locke did not unleash the full power of his abilities.
This is not because Locke does not want to use his full strength, but rather because he simply cannot. It is likely that his mastery of the skill is still too low; otherwise, it would be uncertain who would emerge victorious.
Locke watched as Bu remained lost in thought after putting away the Contract Scroll and couldn't help but feel anxious inside.
The pill that Bu had given him earlier was something he had swallowed in a daze, and he still didn't know its specific effects, which naturally made him extremely uneasy.
Although he is now considered Bu's Servant and should have preserved his life, if Bu intended to deal with him maliciously, he would truly be helpless.
After all, under the constraints of the contract, he could not resist in the slightest.
Through the sensing of the Dark Magic Contract, Bu noticed a sudden surge of thought waves from Locke and couldn't help but chuckle.
He didn't have any pills; that dark object from earlier was merely a way to intimidate Locke, making him wary and preventing him from resorting to any unnecessary tricks.
The dark object that tricked Locke into swallowing was actually just a little trick Bu played.
He recalled a scene from his previous life while watching "The Legend of the Condor Heroes," where Old Mischief Maker Zhou Botong created a lump on himself and pretended it was poison to feed others.
While he couldn't create such lumps on himself, he pretended to ponder while wandering around and secretly spat on the ground to quietly mold a small clay ball.
After a slight decoration, the clay ball was given to Locke as if it were poison.
"Poor Locke, if he knew that he had consumed such a disgusting and filthy thing, his face would probably turn green."
Bu secretly enjoyed this thought with a hint of malice.
"Ah, Locke, you are now my Servant. Don't worry! I will treat you well. I am very generous to those I trust."
Bu looked at the anxious Locke and patted his chest confidently.
"...Thank you for your kindness, Master. However, about that pill I just swallowed... um..." Locke hesitantly addressed his master and nervously inquired about the pill.
"Yes, I know. Locke, I understand what you're worried about, but you don't need to worry about that right now. That pill is just a slow-acting poison. The toxicity will take time to manifest. I will give you the Antidote, but unfortunately, I don't have any Antidote on me right now."
After finishing this deceptive statement without blinking, Bu noticed that Locke's expression was clearly one of discomfort and disappointment.
Seeing this, Bu smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry; I will definitely give you the Antidote since you are now my Servant."
"How about this? Let's head to Sparta City now. I believe we can find materials to make the Antidote there. Once I prepare it, I'll give it to you to neutralize the poison. You don't need to worry; the toxicity won't act up in a short time."
Locke's expression eased slightly; at this point, there was nothing else he could do.
Bu did not tell Locke that the pill was something he had hastily fabricated. Adding another layer of constraint on the other party was beneficial; no one would complain about having more backup measures in place.
Of course, this tactic shouldn't be too extreme; otherwise, it might provoke a strong backlash from Locke.
Therefore, Bu drew a big pie for the other party to fill their hunger, implying that the Antidote would definitely be given to him, as long as they reached Sparta City.
He instructed Locke to tidy up the battlefield while he headed straight for the carriage.
Fortunately, Thomas did not drive away with the carriage when he fled, perhaps fearing that the sound of the horses would alert Bu. This act of his saved Bu some trouble.
Otherwise, without the carriage, the journey to Sparta City would seem even longer, and the time spent would be unbearable for Bu. What he lacked most now was time; the Ultimate Mission was still waiting for him to complete.
As he stroked the smooth brown horse's coat, Bu Xin's mind was filled with countless thoughts, swirling in his head.
He had already begun to formulate some new plans for the future path ahead; they might not be perfect yet, but for now, he could only take it one step at a time.
"Master," Locke approached and respectfully said as he neared Bu.
Perhaps having accepted his current identity, Locke no longer felt as reluctant in his heart. However, bound by the contract, any resistance he felt was futile.
"Are you done tidying up?" Bu turned to glance at him before turning back and saying, "Then let's go; you drive the carriage."
He lightly jumped onto the carriage and lowered himself into the cabin.
Locke grabbed the bag that had been tied around Ricky's waist and followed him up.
In just a short while, he had carefully organized the chaotic traces of battle around them, making it difficult for the Thieves' Guild to find any clues when they investigated.
As for Ricky's body, Locke burned it to ashes with a single fire, leaving it unrecognizable.
He could only do this much, merely delaying the time for the Thieves' Guild to learn the truth.
After all, Thomas had already escaped. Once the Thieves' Guild found Thomas, they would know everything that had happened.
Compared to the intelligence capabilities of the Thieves' Guild, finding a single person was far easier for them.
Now he had become a Servant of Bu, tied together like grasshoppers on the same rope; they would rise and fall together.
Thus, it was naturally impossible for him to do anything harmful to Bu, as the backlash of the contract was quite terrifying.
Bu did not inquire about Locke's efforts in tidying up the battlefield; he trusted a thief's professional methods.
Locke drove the carriage and, noticing that Bu did not ask about his intentions, reported on his own. He also detailed the spoils contained within Ricky's package.
Bu sat in the carriage, listening to Locke's report while deep in thought, appearing noncommittal.
"The Thieves' Guild..."
A cold glint flashed in Bu's eyes.
"Locke, provide a detailed account of your Thieves' Guild's current strength within the Holy Order Alliance. Also, if the Thieves' Guild uncovers clues and comes after us, what kind of thieves would they send?" Bu raised the questions he was concerned about.
Facing a Major Force with influence across the entire Fran Continent pursuing him, even though they might look down on someone like him, he could not afford to treat this matter lightly.
After all, one wrong move in chess could lead to losing the entire game.
The carriage rolled along, and Locke sat in the driver's seat, pondering over the question posed by Bu.
He organized his thoughts and replied in a somewhat low voice, "Master, I am merely a low-level thief, considered an outer One-Star Member in the Thieves' Guild. I do not have the authority to know the specific strength of the headquarters distributed within the Holy Order Alliance.
The tasks assigned to us by the headquarters are managed and delegated by Two-Star Members. Typically, we encounter mostly low-level Two-Star Members. The headquarters categorizes strength into nine stars. There may be even higher ranks, but those are beyond my understanding."
At this point, Locke paused for a moment before continuing, "The strength of a Two-Star Member is greater than that of most One-Star Members; however, some One-Star Members are not weaker than Two-Star Members.
According to headquarters regulations, for a One-Star Member to be promoted to Two-Star, two requirements must be met: one is strength, and the other is qualifications.
The requirement for strength is to reach Low-Level status. As for qualifications, they are recorded as Qualification Points after each completed task. Only when Qualification Points reach a certain level can the second condition be satisfied.
When both conditions are met, a One-Star Member can be promoted to Two-Star."
Listening to Locke's detailed explanation, Bu fell into deep thought, his eyes flickering with a peculiar light.
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