my age of magic

Chapter 354
In my dream, I saw the young goblin Jijiru lead the goblins in the village back to the mysterious cave, and stole all the blood of the demons I hid in it. When I went to get the blood of the demons again, I discovered that The mysterious cave buried by the stones has disappeared, and the pool of blood is in a mess, and the broken stones all over the ground look messy. I stood there at a loss, and the whole world turned upside down.

The legendary blood of the devil is the blood that will never coagulate, it is the blood of corrosion and corruption, even if it is placed in the stone pool in the cave for 100 years, there will be no change, the blood of the devil will not volatilize in the air of.I only took five bottles of devil's blood, which is enough to refine five large bottles of Jade Fire Ink. If I used the ink myself, it should be enough for a month. The sneer lingered in my heart, and the next moment I looked down at the magic ink bottle in my arms, it turned out to be just five empty bottles, which I foolishly hugged in my arms, and at this moment I sat down in panic. On the ground, I don't know what to do, an empty ink bottle rolled to the ground, hit the stone on the side of the road, and split in two at once. I looked blankly at the broken glass bottle on the ground.

As soon as the picture turned, the gray colors in the night filled my eyes, and a three-headed hellhound stared at me coldly. In the endless darkness, its anger and roar made me feel very panicked, as if I was flying I ran away, desperately, but those three pairs of eyes kept staring at me. It opened its bloody mouth, pounced on me, and swallowed me. At this time, I woke up from the nightmare.

I opened my eyes and saw a ghostly moth on the ceiling, like a skeleton face, and then smiled coldly at me, my heart was still beating 'bang bang bang' at this moment , I woke up from the dream, my forehead was covered with cold sweat, the wet and cold feeling made me uncomfortable, and the muscles all over my body were very sore, I think it should be regarded as a nightmare.

The morning sun shone in through the glass window, I got up from the bed in a daze, looked at the two magic belts hanging on the coat beside the bed, rubbed my head gently with my hands, jumped out of the bed with bare feet and stepped on the wooden floor, Walking to the front of the mirror, looking at myself in the mirror, I have lost weight recently...

This is already the sixth morning after returning from Xinliu Valley. These days, I always have some nightmares at night, and often wake up in the morning sweating profusely in the nightmare.

Today is already Friday, and after a week of honest classes, a new weekend is ushered in. This week, I plan to go to the temple with Yingli.

The college is still the same, it seems a little loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and the pace of learning is not very fast, but almost everyone in our magic class is practicing meditation without sleep or food, even Thomas who has a molten core. Except, I am the only one in the class who seems to be very different. It seems that I have never been interested in practicing meditation. Every time I see the teacher of spatial geometry in the corridor, the teacher of spatial geometry will always put on a look of hatred. Helpless look.

I know that the spatial geometry teacher has an opinion on me, because I have never seriously written some geometry exercises assigned by him. I borrowed others to copy which assignments. Wen's, or Fat Bobby's, or Theresa's.In short, I seldom complete it by myself.I don't know how this space geometry teacher discovered it.

In this way, I have almost become a negative teaching material for the entire Magic Academy. Every time those spatial geometry teachers want to say some words of encouragement in class, they always use me as a negative teaching material. This teacher always says this: You children who are favored by the goddess of luck, since you have become magic apprentices, why don't you study hard while you are young and energetic, and if you don't work hard in this golden age, how will you know if you can do it or not!Look at that child, Swift. His talent is no better than any of you, but he is indeed the one with the highest level of cultivation in the entire magic class. What is the reason?What is it based on?Hard work makes up for it!

Look at Thomas, this kid is from the fire magic class. His teacher, Flender, has boasted more than once that he is the best student among the freshmen because of his magic talent, but how is he?It's not about practicing meditation diligently and steadily tempering one's magical foundation. No matter how talented a child is, he also needs a solid magical foundation, isn't it?These two are both sprinting to the fourth level of magic apprentices in the near future. These are the outstanding students in our magic class.

But some students, even if they have some good talents, do they think that with good talents, they will have everything? Does success require hard work?Naive, childish, ridiculous, sad!When the spatial geometry teacher said the last eight words, he would always stare at me closely and say that the meaning in his eyes could not be more obvious. At the end, I would like to add: You cannot become a magician. any sense?
Every time I say this in class, I feel so guilty that I want to bury my head under the table, but I can't refute it. Do I really have to stand up and say loudly to the geometry teacher: Teacher, I Already a fourth-level magic apprentice, okay?
...beautiful dividing line...

The recent focus is on the laboratory, because throughout the day, Yerkes has to overthrow all his previous settings based on the magic circles in the rock golem, and then continue to calculate those new magics Texturing, and finally enhancing the functionality of the mechanical transmission, so it's been a crazy busy day these days.And the places where I can help Yerkes are also very limited. Of course, the number of magic red copper back is a bit unexpected, it is simply too much.

All five magic pockets are filled with magic red copper, because the specific gravity of these red copper is a bit high, just five pockets are full of more than [-] catties, God knows if I have put the entire Xinliu Valley underground world this time The red copper collected by the goblins has been bought out. Anyway, I can't manage so much anymore. In order to be able to draw more magic rune metal plates, I have tried my best.

I poured all the red copper on the floor of the magic laboratory. The solid hardwood floor was smashed beyond recognition by those irregular red copper metal pieces, and the beard on Yerkes' lips was raised in anger.Later, Yerkes began to complain directly that the red copper should be sent to the blacksmith shop, so as not to damage his floor.

Magic pattern seal cutting involves a wide range of knowledge, but how can a rookie like me know so much? I rely on my strong memory to memorize many magic pattern theories, and some things are difficult. Understand, it’s okay to write it down first, and when you learn the knowledge points later, the knowledge of those systems often coexists. After comprehending one link, things that cannot be understood in other links will suddenly become clear and comprehend. .

I attribute this to the strength of my spiritual sea, and I can logically arrange those new knowledge systems. In just one week, a pair of magic red copper wristbands have been worn on the rocks. On Gao Lun's hands.Because the wrist guard is a small piece, the four semi-circular arc-shaped magic-pattern metal plates do not require much work.It took me only four days to complete the drawing. On the fifth day, the Yerkes scholar took the time to assemble these magic pattern metal plates into a pair of giant wristbands. The magic pattern on the wristbands is 'precise'. I didn't expect it to be successful. up.

In addition to the magic red copper, we harvested five bottles of demon blood, and each triangular glass bottle was filled with bright red liquid.This kind of intermediate magic material is for synthesizing magic potions. I sent these five bottles of demon blood to a magic potion shop with a decent scale, and asked the magic potionist there to help me make five bottles of green fire magic ink. The pharmacist who helped us make the Jade Fire Potion finally wanted to buy a bottle or two of magic ink, but I refused.

However, the magic pattern of 'Magic Power Catalysis' is a bit complicated. Every time I draw a scroll like this, it can almost consume all the magic power in my body's magic pool.

In this way, whenever I practice making the magic sample of 'Magic Power Catalysis', what I lack the most is mana points.I thought of some ways, such as turning on the blue crystal magic stone drum for a long time, so that the "magic power recovery" is always running, and then I draw magic scrolls crazily, but I am not discouraged in the face of repeated failures. These days I feel that the volume of the magic pool is almost reaching the peak state of the magic apprentices on the third floor. After repeated tempering in the laboratory, my magic level is limited, but I still persist and have not learned how to make it. 'Magic power catalyzes' the magic scroll, but the magic pool has grown up, which can be regarded as a blessing in disguise!

Finally, I talked about the excellent quality one-handed ax I got from the devil world. At the beginning, I just thought that the pattern of this ax was very exquisite. Later, I began to notice that the material of this ax was not ordinary, or It is carefully crafted using some materials that can only be found in the devil world. It is very heavy to handle. This ax is very sharp, and I found in a book in the library that this one-handed ax has an extraordinary name: Shura Axe .

...beautiful dividing line...

I had a chat with Yerkes about my constant nightmare of late.

I asked Yerkes: Why do I always get stuck in endless nightmares like this all night, and I have such a hard time waking up?
Yerkes bluntly said that he is not an expert in soul power, so he knows very little about my question, and even the answer he gave may mislead me. In the end, under my scorching gaze, he still said to me cautiously: Maybe you should It must be some kind of damage to the soul!

I immediately explained: My mental sea is very good and has been very calm.

But Yerkes shook his head with a sullen face, and said to me: Mental power and soul power are not the same thing at all. Mental power is an attribute in the body, while soul power is the degree of control over the body. I have been having nightmares recently, most likely because my soul has suffered some damage. The priests in the temple that believes in the Statue of Liberty have deep research on the power of the soul. Maybe I should go there to find the answer.

Regarding this matter, I always feel a little uneasy deep in my heart, for fear that the great prophets or prophets in the temple will see some clues.

But now I can't delay any longer, maybe I can take a look at Su in the temple, whom I haven't seen for a long time, she is really busy as an apprentice priest, and I haven't been home once in two months Well, I don’t know who can take care of her in the temple. After all, she is not so convenient in a wheelchair. Although she is capable of taking care of herself, I still care about her very much. I want to go to the temple to see her.

Ordinary people will have one soul, and there will also be an embarrassing situation where two souls share one body. The slightly stronger half of the mental power occupies a dominant position. Occasionally, when sleeping, the weaker soul will come out. This creates some people with dual personalities, or there are several souls squeezed into one body, which becomes multiple personalities. Usually, the more souls exist in the body, the more unstable the power of the soul is, but seldom will there be one The soul will also be unstable, so Yerkes encouraged me to go to the temple to find some great priests and ask them to help answer.

Yerkes and I sat on the floor of the laboratory with our backs against the test bench, posing in a decadent manner without any gestures. Each of us held a cup of coffee in his hand. Now our laboratory is neat and clean. All the magic materials and magic components are placed on the shelves and organized in an orderly manner. These are not my masterpieces, but Tereza who came here temporarily to help. She spends very little time in the laboratory almost every day Clean it carefully.

At this time, my miscellaneous work was freed, allowing me to devote more energy to researching the composition of the rune metal plate.

Taking a sip of fragrant coffee, I can see the rocky Gaolun parked outside through the glass window. Recently, there have been many students from other colleges who come here just to admire the tall as a moving The rock golem of the fortress, they sat on the lawn of the laboratory building in twos and threes, or were chatting, perhaps discussing the structure and use of the rock golem.

I sighed and thought to myself: How long has it been since I sat down with a few friends leisurely, chatting about some interesting topics, and spend every day in the laboratory, boringly drawing on the metal plate with a magic carving knife? Same pattern, really boring!
After taking a short break and drinking a cup of coffee, Yerkes was still looking at the structural drawings of the magic puppet intently, and muttering in his mouth: What is the problem...

(End of this chapter)