The system didn't tell him to transform the cla.s.s. So, he had to continue to develop his skills. It's time to improve his vampirism. Dan put the rest of the points into improving his 'Tough Will' skill.

50% of the damage he'll be able to translate into health recovery. The important thing for him is not to face a very strong monster.

Dan couldn't open up a skill with an area attack to improve it. He has to fight monsters, develop 'The Cognition of Evil'.

Dan has honestly admitted to himself that it's a pleasure to develop his skills.

Michael checked their work and was pleased with the results. Then, he noticed another folder with written pages, read and gave Dan a new stack of pieces of paper. He smiled and warned that there was no more paper and that valuable resources needed to be preserved.

Dan realized that he had to pay his own money for his development! That's fair and square. And that's when he decided to have his savings. And he realized that he would have to negotiate with Nick to get the agent to buy a stock of paper.

The players had breakfast. Cold meat and bread were their humble food.

Then, they went out to the cemetery, and yesterday's events repeated themselves. They continued to clean the edges of the cemetery and tried to protect the oil.

Fighting and level development continued. The skills they had pumped up were making themselves felt.

Now Dan has begun to cause tangible damage to the undead. The damage from the bracelets was much greater than that of a club. 'Punishment' proved to be a powerful weapon. By activating this skill, the Inquisitor's strength rose to 50, and the defense increased. When Dan was. .h.i.t by the monster, he no longer flew away. The impact was still painful, but tolerable.

Dan wandered among the graves and redrawn letters from the steles. Then, the cleaning of the cemetery continued, the players behaved carefully. By the middle of the day, they had finished cleaning the area around the entrance. Now they had to go deep into the cemetery, where there were many crypts. The scouts went to look at the new territory.

Most of the crypts had their doors broken down, and the doors were broken down from the inside. The thick doors of the crypts were made of stone. That means that the creatures that got out of there must have been very strong. In the depths of the cemetery, there are no conventional skeletons, instead, there are skeletons of warriors in armor and with weapons. And zombies wandered in armor too, but weapons were rare.

John noticed a Banshee nearby. Players quickly left this place and moved away from the dangerous neighborhood.

Leo and Dan started picking up the undead one at a time. The players won, but the victory was not bloodless. After a while, each of them had cut and stabbed wounds. Most of the wounds were those with leather armor on them.

It was an unpleasant and disgusting impression of the new way of life. Regeneration treated the wounds. But it took time. And it was unusual to see terrible bleeding wounds on comrades. It was especially frightening when, after a challenge, one of the skeletons bayed Alexander's hand and injured him. Alexander screamed in pain and was dragged back, where Ron began to actively use the healing on him. The sight of growing bones and flesh on them must have added to the grey hair.

Ron's entire mana took up the warrior's treatment. Players went through the trophies, found things with increased intelligence. Eventually, Ron looked strange and freaky. He was dressed in colorful clothes instead of armor, and he looked like a crazy gambler.

From now on, monsters were pulled out with 'Autodafe'. When called to the court, undead cla.s.s skills related to weapons were blocked. Players would only dodge the warrior's combat skeleton skill, reminiscent of Alexander's 'Imminent Strike'.

So, they suffered for about an hour. Now the way forward was blocked by a crypt behind which there was a banshee. It was possible to try to clear the way among skeletons of warriors and zombies in armor and with weapons. But no one wanted to get caught under the sword of monstrously strong and hard to kill zombies.

Having consulted, the players decided to try their hand at the banshee.

The scouts warned that the banshee was a ghost. It flies, and it's hard to see. You must pay attention to the unusual sight! The Banshee flew through material objects and it caught the eye.

The Banshee flew low above the ground. It was far away, but Dan could catch it with his skill.

The Inquisitor pointed his finger at the creature and pointed under his feet.

And the ghost in the windy translucent red dress, freely pa.s.sing through the gravestones, slowly swam to the players.

As the creature crossed the circle, it became more material, and Dan was able to see the banshee perfectly.

The woman looked delightfully awful.

Her gray hair waved in different directions under the blows of the wind. Her skin was grey, with a blue tint. Flying corpse. Her eyes had no pupils, clear white gaps stood out above her disgusting nose. The nose was rotten, it opened two holes in her face.

The mouth of this thing was the most frightening. The mouth was wide open like it was frozen in a scream. The lips rotted, they weren't visible, and they didn't hide the creepy teeth.

The banshee's teeth were inhuman! The teeth were sticking out like big bone needles! Yellow, sharp, different heights, some bent outward. Nasty teeth.

Then, Dan noticed her t.i.ts! Big, juicy, gray t.i.ts! They stuck out and called for a gaze because they were half-open with a red décolleté dress. It was the dress of an aristocrat. Yesterday's zombie woman had some kind of dirty rip on her body. The banshee dress was decorated with a wide cut that went from the chest to the bottom of the abdomen. The edges of the cut were skillfully laced.

A piece of the naked female body was frightening with its grey skin color.

From the hips, the dress turned into ribbons and shreds of red, exposing slender legs.

The sleeves reached to the elbows and opened the skinny hands, with big curved claws on the fingers. It was a terrible sight!

It took Dan a while to get away from the banshee view to read the description.

*

Banshee

Level: 10

Life: 5400

Overview: The Restless Soul of a woman who died a violent death can turn to one of the immaterial monsters. Banshee is one of the most dangerous ghost species. The mere presence of this creature evokes despair and fear of extraordinary power in people. Banshee can partially convey to you the agony of an ethereal creature, which is doomed to eternal loneliness and intolerable cold of the other world.

The moans of this spirit stifle the will, depriving you of the opportunity to resist.

Banshees are invulnerable to conventional weapons, only blades sanctified by the Priest or improved by the power of Talakat or Ridarn can damage its immaterial essence.

Few cla.s.ses can resist such an adversary. Fear not the legendary scream of a banshee, fear touching this creature! With a touch, you will lose a piece of your soul.

Cla.s.s skills:

'The ethereal spirit'. The skill gives you protection from spirit-enhanced weapons and reduces damage from enhanced or sanctified weapons. [7/10] [Blocked]

'Spirit Walls' Skill weakens and puts the victim to sleep. [6/10] [Blocked] [Blocked]

Battle skills:

'Scream'. A ghost makes a scream that causes serious damage and injury to live things. [10/10]

[Cooldown: 300 seconds] [Reduced by 50%]

'The Otherworldly Touch'. By touching his victim, a banshee drinks his opponent's life to make up for his. [10/10][Cooldown: 300 seconds][Reduced by 50%]

*

When Dan finished reading, he was already five feet away from the almost approaching monster, stretching out his fingers to him with long claws.

"She sounds, don't let her touch you, she's a vampire," Dan shouted as he retreated from the ghost. "You can hit with a better weapon."

Michael came up on the side and hit the gray ghost flesh of Banshee with a casting blue blade. The ghost instantly turned towards him, and the next second they hit the ground, covering their ears with their hands. h.e.l.lish pain grew in Dan's head, and warm liquid poured through his hands tightly pressed to his ears.

*

[Attention! You have been injured. The damage done to you will be increased.

Attention! You are paralyzed by the advanced skill, you are immobilized.]

*

Dan was horrified to watch the monster leaning against him, the player had no strength to move, and he told the guys out of last force:

"Activates skill in 300 seconds."

And then he felt the cold. It's a very strong cold. An ice pack was rapidly growing inside of him, and Dan couldn't think of anything else. The cold and the strange crying sound silenced the pain of dying organs.

It is cold, it's so cold...

For a second, it was like the cold was getting weaker, but the body flashed a bunch of pain. Horror washed away the last vestiges of his will, and Dan screamed out of monstrous despair.

The burning pain pierced his body and shot him in the neck with a sharp p.r.i.c.k.

And Dan died.

A date with a hated nothing faded in the face of the horror he experienced. The spasm from too much air was almost unnoticed. Dan squeezed his body into a ring on the dirty floor and continued to shake from the cold.

It was unusually cold, and he didn't want to leave his frozen soul alone. Crisp joints, which he squeezed to the limit. Dan grabbed his shoulders, moaned and tried to warm himself, but he couldn't even catch any heat.

Fire, I need fire!

There was a fuss around him, someone running and shouting.

Fire, I need to get warm! Oil, oil is in my inventory! I need to pour out and set it on fire, and then I can get warm. Yeah, right, all I have to do is open my stiffened fingers.

Dan had a hard time taking his fingers off his shoulders. Now he could see his hands shaking from the cold.

But all I have to do is wis.h.!.+ I want to get a pitcher of fuel mix from the equipment!

And there he is!

Dan was holding a vessel with the desired heat in his hand, but something stopped him from pulling out the rag cork.

"Hold him tight, you idiots! He's going to burn himself!"

Dan heard a loud scream.

Why, why are you interrupting me, can't you see how cold I am?!

"d.a.m.n it! He's twitching hard!"

"Fall on him, don't let him move!"

"John, hold him tight!"

I'm cold, I'm so cold...

"Teeth! How do you unclench his teeth? I can't pour the tincture on him!"

"Knock his teeth out! And hold him down! "

Dan felt an outburst of pain, and a bitter scalding fluid poured inside him. He greedily swallowed the life-giving fluid, but something stuck in his throat. Something was preventing the fluid from getting inside.

"Give me another bottle."

"He can't swallow this, his teeth are stuck in his throat!"

"Try to get them out with your fingers."

"Are you crazy?! He's having spasms. I'm going to lose my fingers!"

Dan's mind was slowly flowing into darkness, and finally, the world around him was gone.

Peace... leave me alone.

After a while, Dan woke up again.

The terrible cold had gone, leaving a chilly void.

He was lying in the corner of the room.

Dan leaned carefully on his trembling hands and took a sitting position, his back against the wall.

There was silence in the room. Nine wary glances watched his movements. Dan raised his shaking hand and waved at them. A sigh of relief swept through the gatehouse. Michael sat next to him.

"Are you all right?

"I'm okay. I'm a little cold."

"You scared us a lot. When the creature leaned over you, you screamed so loud and scared, my head hair was moving. Your hands were glowing and you were going to cling to the beast and the beast was going to cling to you. We started cutting her... She was trying to get out of it. You wouldn't let her go, but you were screaming like... People don't scream like that, the living shouldn't scream like that. Nick stabbed you in the neck with his spear and sent you for the rebirth."

"Thank you, Nick. Did you kill the creature?"

"We killed a banshee. After you died, she only lasted a few moments."

"That's good."

"And then we heard you scream again, but from this house. We ran this way. When we got there, you were lying on the floor screaming. You were breaking your shoulders with your own hands. We couldn't get away for a couple of moments, and then you got a vial of b.u.t.ter in your hand."

"I wanted to pour on myself to get warm. And then you kicked my teeth out and pumped me with a tincture. I remember everything, Michael. Thank you for not letting me burns me."

"Don't thank me. You owe Nick two fingers. Your teeth hit your throat and cut off your breath. He put his fingers in your mouth. So, you could bite his fingers off with your gums and the rest of his teeth."

"What a crazy person I am, I'll owe you one. Have they grown back?"

"Fingers have grown like your teeth," said Michael. "Will you listen to the news?"

"Tell me."

There was a lot of news.

There's a caravan in the village. Five vans guarded by a strong squad of sixteen men. All warriors were level 30. All the guards were seriously injured. The caravan brought 3 dead bodies. One guard will remain crippled, some creature bit his leg off. The wound was healed with a potion, but he couldn't grow a limb. It takes a strong magician for this procedure, with the right specialization. The caravan will now regain its strength in the village.

There are many new products and potions in the shop.

But there are no such strong potions as those given to players for tests. Some potions slightly increase regeneration and various healing potions from weak wounds.

There are a lot of antidotes on the market. You can buy new weapons and armor. There are all sorts of household items on sale.

Nick was a great salesman! He sold the ingredients from the monsters pretty well. They were the only ones he got ten gold coins for. He got a hundred more silver rials for small crystals.

With the money he got, the players bought two barrels of fuel oil and other supplies.

The remaining trophies left Turin for sale. The dwarf says that things with the 'rare' type can make a lot of money.

Beginners saw the blood on their armor, humbled them and seem to have begun to understand the real prospects for existence in this world. But they're holding on and even helping to care for the wounded guards a little bit.

Michael went to the village with the scouts. There were no werewolves near the road, perhaps the creature licked the wounds.

Tomorrow they will go back to the village, now is a good time to improve specialization Diplomacy and Trade.

Nick managed to overhear part of a trader talking to the village head. There was a phrase in the conversation, 'The same'. There may be another group somewhere near the castle.

Dan was listening to the news. The feeling of cold in the whole body wasn't lost. He asked Michael:

"Didn't you get a fat blanket?"

"There was no such thing, but there are wolf furs. Do you want some?"

"Let me get some sleep."

Michael brought the fur and Dan wrapped himself in the warmth of the fur that smelled like a dog.

"Come on, Dan. Sleep well. I'll see you tomorrow."

After a while, the Inquisitor got warm, and he fell asleep again.