Inside the Shelter prison.
Lin Yi looked at the old man, and the old man glared at Lin Yi.
"...Alright, agreed, we'll sign the contract!"
"No rush, old man."
Lin Yi grinned mischievously, sending the parchment and the skill book back to the warehouse.
"What can you offer me?"
"I..."
The old man's face turned pale, and he began to think maybe it would have been better to join the vampires...
He couldn't use offensive magic, or maybe he could, but only at a first level.
He only had two advanced skills: alchemy and chimera studies, both at the third level.
And the old man himself was actually level twenty-one!
Throughout his long life, he had only killed a few hundred zombies. All other experience came from making potions and chimeras.
Over a hundred and fifty-five years, he had leveled up slowly, bit by bit.
Lin Yi had previously realized that in the crafting domain, a person's actual ability and knowledge played a decisive role.
