Otto turned sideways, facing the rough stone wall, and silently offered a full prayer in his heart.
“My turn!
Draw!”
Without any flashy special effects, only a somewhat bleak white light flashed across the light screen.
[Item Obtained: A Mug]
[Description: A cup that a certain tracksuited teenager never got the chance to wash after leaving the house, because as soon as he went out, he went to experience an otherworldly face-slapping web novel, probably (?)]
“A ceramic-fired water cup of modern craftsmanship…” Otto examined the thing in his hand, forcibly comforting himself internally, “In an era where cups are mostly inferior wood and coarse pottery, it at least counts as a rarity.”
But what followed closely was a very realistic physical problem—the clothes on his body were quite nice, but their pocket capacity was truly worrisome.
Moreover, this thing was fragile; if it bumped against something a few times while walking and shattered into dust, it wouldn’t just pierce the heart, it would literally pierce the legs.
“System, you’re a gacha system after all, don’t you even give out a beginner’s backpack?” Otto tentatively asked in his mind.
The system’s emotionless mechanical voice quickly responded:
[The host has currently unlocked a ten-slot system storage space.
Storing items requires only a thought, and subsequent space can be expanded through quests.]
“How user-friendly.” Otto raised an eyebrow, offering an insincere compliment in his mind.
Afterwards, he used his mind to stuff his money pouch, refined salt, false face gloves, and the newly drawn mug all into the space.
He had to admit, watching items vanish from his palm out of thin air truly had the demeanor of a high-level occultist.
Continue drawing cards.
The second beam of light swept past, this time green.
Well, it matched a certain bishop’s hair color remarkably well.
[Skill Obtained: Painting Skill]
[Review: Apply for the exam -> Fail the exam -> Change the dynasty]
[Description: Instantly raises your painting technique to the level of an ordinary professional painter.]
The light receded, and an illusory green card floated in mid-air before diving straight into the center of Otto’s brows.
“Hiss…” Otto imperceptibly frowned as a plethora of knowledge regarding lines, shadows, perspective, and color matching suddenly flooded his mind.
This feeling was like someone forcibly shoving a book into your head, causing a slight swelling pain in the brain.
However, compared to the agony of having one’s head struck by a heavy hammer when receiving mimicry experience previously, this was practically as relaxing as drinking a cup of slightly sweet milk tea.
“This skill is not bad.” Otto nodded in satisfaction.
In this era of extreme entertainment deprivation, where even a decent character portrait would look like an abstract potato, mastering modern professional-level realistic Painting Skills was definitely an exceptional ability.
The third card draw.
Blue brilliance flickered across the light screen.
Otto’s eyes lit up.
Today’s luck seemed unexpectedly good.
Could it be the good luck brought by praising Mr.
Fool?
[Item Obtained: Strengthening Candy]
[Description: A candy from some unknown world that comprehensively enhances physical fitness.
Because it is a comprehensive enhancement, the single-item magnitude is not large; strength, speed, and endurance are increased by about ten percent, with no side effects.]
A pitch-black candy fell into his palm, looking both like Maltesers from Earth and like the gut-rotting poison from historical costume dramas.
Otto didn’t hesitate to toss it into his mouth, chewed twice, and unexpectedly discovered it actually had a rich chocolate flavor.
As the candy entered his stomach, a slight warmth quickly surged through his body, followed by a slight pulling soreness in his muscles, but this feeling vanished in a flash like an illusion.
Otto clenched his fist tightly, clearly sensing a substantial increase in both his strength and nimbleness.
Although the buff wasn’t heaven-defying, thinking from another angle—being able to increase combat power by “one-tenth of an Otto” out of thin air, didn’t that sound quite strong?
Now there was only one last draw left.
Otto took a deep breath and once again shouted that phrase in his heart.
“Kono dorō, unmei o kirihirake!”
Another flash of blue light!
A platinum ring inlaid with an emerald dropped down.
[Item Obtained: Green Radiance]
[Description: A magical item that, when worn, can slowly heal various non-severe illnesses and injuries.]
[Side effect: You will become extremely attractive to mosquitoes and insects.]
Otto looked at this line of description, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.
This kind of magical item with obvious negative effects had such a strong Lord of the Mysteries style.
Admittedly, in an era where even antibiotics hadn’t been invented, and a minor injury or inflammation could send one to meet God, something that could cure illnesses and heal wounds was definitely a priceless treasure.
But attract mosquitoes and insects?
Imagine wearing this ring to sleep on a medieval summer night without window screens and with worrisome sanitary conditions; by the next morning, poisonous mosquitoes would probably suck him completely dry, physically sending him off to meet God.
“Wear it during the day to save a life, take it off at night to preserve it.” Otto arranged a reasonable schedule for this ring and casually tossed it into the storage space.
Taking stock of the few belongings currently in the system space, Otto turned over contentedly and fell into a deep sleep, accompanied by the rhythmically resonant snoring of Philin on the neighboring bed.
…
The early morning sunlight trickled through the gaps in the semi-transparent animal hide on the window, playfully spilling onto Otto’s face.
“Mhm…”
Otto opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and stretched out unceremoniously in a huge yawn.
Turning his head, he found that his roommate Philin had already gotten up and was sitting by the brazier organizing some things.
“Good morning, Philin.” Otto yawned and casually greeted him.
Hearing the voice, Philin raised his head and revealed a hearty smile, his tone lacking a bit of restraint and gaining a bit of the naturalness between friends: “Good morning, Otto!
Did you sleep well last night?”
“Quite good, much better than sleeping out in the wilderness.” Otto rolled out of bed and tidied up his white shirt.
While putting on his boots, Philin said: “Our caravan will rest in Tintagel Castle for a day today to replenish some dry rations and fresh water, and early the day after tomorrow, we will set out for Lampus Cape Castle.”
“Lampus Cape Castle?” Hearing this unfamiliar place name, Otto was stunned for a moment.
Although Otto had no idea which castle this was, judging by Philin’s tone, that place was most likely in a location similar to Cornwall, belonging to a checkpoint along the coastline.
If he wanted to walk to Wales to see King Arthur, he obviously still had to measure a whole bunch of distance with his feet.
However, being anxious was useless.
In this era where transportation relied basically on walking and roads relied basically on asking, being able to slowly walk along with a fully equipped caravan was much safer than wandering around blindly in the wilderness alone.
Anyway, Otto hadn’t forgotten his main quest; he could just treat it as a publicly funded trip to map out the area.
“Mhm, no problem, the guest follows the host’s convenience.” Otto nodded, put on his signature purple coat, and casually hung the dull blade at his waist.
Philin stood up and patted the dust off his hands: “We are going to the market to purchase supplies, do you want to come along and take a look?”
Otto waved his hand, a gentle yet somewhat strange smile appearing on his face: “No need, professional matters like purchasing should be left to you merchants.
I plan to go to the church first to check out that priest who awakened the ‘Golden Spirit’.”
“Go to the church to see that fatty?” Philin was baffled, but he didn’t ask further, just smiling and shrugging.
Otto pushed open the wooden door and strode into the early morning street.
The early morning Tintagel Castle was still permeated with that familiar composite scent, but because the air was crisp and cold, it was barely acceptable.
Otto familiarly arrived in front of the large cathedral.