Badge in Azure

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The passage of time became extremely slow, and every minute became as long as a day. This pain lasted for 24 hours. When the sky became dark again, Sarin restored control of the body.

Ok……

Sarin felt that his vocal cords were no longer his own. The pain did not completely disappear. He struggled, letting go of his hands first and dropping the horrible badge.

Magic weapon! Magic weapon!

Sarin roared in his heart. This **** badge must be a magic weapon. Only then did he feel that he was eaten, and he must be digested together with his soul.

What is a magic weapon? In the first dynasty of 30,000 years ago, human beings were still a powerful race. They could tear through space at will, traverse planes, and capture demons for breeding. Some demons cannot be tamed, so they are made into magic props. This kind of magical prop made by a powerful demon is called a magic weapon. Although it was only a game at the beginning, but after only 10,000 years, humans have fallen and lost their tyrannical power.

Such magic props became precious immediately, and they could no longer continue to capture demons through the plane. These props were collected by powerful magicians, and they could enslave the demon souls.

By the time of the Fourth Dynasty more than a thousand years ago, in addition to the powerful ninth-level magician, no one could enslave the demon soul in the magic weapon.

The magic weapon has become synonymous with terror. The magicians below level 7 can't resist the power of the magic weapon. These unruly demons, even if only the soul remains, will not sign a contract with humans.

See one to eat one, this is the characteristic of the magic weapon.

No, if this thing is a magic weapon, I'm afraid I don't even have a body now. Sarin touched his hands and feet, full of flesh and blood, still very real existence.

Sarin finally recovered his intelligence from the shock, and soon found himself nervous. If it is a magic weapon, even the teacher can't resist it, not to mention that he has survived after losing his resistance.

What is a magic weapon? Sarin sat up with his hands propped up to check his health. Everything is fine, except for the very weak, even the poor magic elements in the body are more than the original.

babble?

There are really more, although the number of extra elements is still pitifully small, but for Salin, a person who cherishes every elemental power, even a tenth of an element unit can be detected. The increase in mental power is even more obvious. Sarin's mental power is already very strong. Jason said that even if he became a real magician, the mental power is enough.

Now Sarin's spiritual power has become more pure and more cohesive. There are even signs of breakthrough.

In spite of his weakness, Sarin quickly crawled under the bed and picked up the badge he had thrown out. There was nothing in the lightning-shaped deep scar, and the blue disappeared. Sarin *** wears the badge, but dare not cast another magic detection.

Fang Cai ’s experience is too painful. Even if Sarin ’s childhood was tortured, he could not bear the pain. It is difficult to change many things when he gets used to it. In the past few years, he has lived comfortably and his patience has become smaller.

Should I show the teacher? No, if the teacher is also made the same as his badge, would n’t it be ...

Sarin imagined Jason lying on the floor, unable to withstand all kinds of negative effects, and even laughed out loud. Forget it, study slowly by yourself, at least this thing as long as you don't release magic at it.

In the following month, Sarin experienced three failures, and the three thousand gold coins of the magic string potion material were completely consumed and became a pile of waste residue. This hit him hard, because he was so proud of his spiritual strength that he couldn't make ends meet, and it was always difficult to control the use of materials of the magic string potion.

What should I do if I lack mental energy? Sarin remembered his family badge. He took the badge out of the box and rubbed it in his palm. Fight it, if this thing can really make you grow spiritually, even if you suffer a lot, it is worth it.

This time Sarin had a little more thought, he wanted to experiment and see the specific conditions for the effect of the badge.

He placed the badge on the floor and released the magic detection at a distance of three meters. The hazy magical light shrouded on the dark and heavy badge was still a short pause, and then was quickly drawn into the lightning-shaped deep scar.

ended? Nothing happened!

Sarin moved the badge to a distance of two meters, repeated the experiment, and there was no problem. In the end he simply found a pair of gloves to put on and continued the experiment.

Finally, Sarin concluded that the badge is safe as long as it does not touch the skin.

It seems that there will be no problems with carrying it with him in the future, and Sarin is finally relieved. Otherwise, this thing can only be placed far away in the box.

Sarin started arduous training. From Tuesday to Thursday, he had to destroy himself with the special function of the badge, and then endured 24 hours of pain. His mental strength improved significantly. Three months later, Sarin 'S spiritual power broke through.

It turned out that he was only able to cast elements of level 0 magic 5 times in a row, and now he can release 7 level 0 magic under the meticulous control of mental power. The slow-growing magic element was originally at the level of an apprentice of level 3, but Sarin can save use and let his magic release ability reach the level of apprentice of level 4.

The changes in the body are also very obvious. Sarin is still a little thin, but the physical strength is better, and his tolerance for various negative states has become extremely strong. The most important thing is that after using the badge, the time for his body to lose control has been shortened to 6 hours.

In these 6 hours, Sarin is no longer suffering, except that his body can not be moved, he can already use these 6 hours to think, recall the books he has read, and review some magic knowledge.

After the toughest days passed, Sarin became confident. He himself did not find that his temperament had undergone an essential change. There was no panic, hesitation, panic and other fragile reactions. His smile increased, it was a smile from the heart.

Sarin decided to continue this exercise. He believed that as long as he persisted, sooner or later he would become immune to all negative magic states.

Perhaps the only thing that has not changed is Sarin's attachment to gold coins. He used all the remaining time to continue to configure magic potions and sold them to Dika. In these three months, he collected more than 3,000 gold coins. It's a pity that it can't be any faster. Dicka can't eat it anymore. Ceylon itself has limited consumption capacity. After he seized the position of the thief leader, only the local young thieves in Ceylon could have a big case.

Selling excess pharmacy to thieves in the field requires hoarding in advance. Deca does not have much liquidity. And Sarin credited him with no courage, let the thieves in the field pay a down payment? He also has no such influence.

Sarin knew that these more than three thousand gold coins may not be able to produce magic string potions. He was worried about the gold coins, but his days had to continue. Another weekend, he had to go to the city to buy experimental materials for Jason, while also bringing back the orders from last week.

The weather was bad this weekend, the wind was getting weaker, the rain was falling coldly, and the rust-colored clouds enveloped the seaport of Ceylon.

Two well-dressed swordsmen hid under the eaves and looked away. They had no armor, and even hung daggers around their waists. The two of them had a leaf-shaped badge embroidered on their chests. This badge represented that they were the masters of the city and they were close.

The two swordsmen were close together, with wide shoulders and thin waists, tall and straight.

"Captain, won't the kid come?" The red-haired swordsman looked at the rain that was getting bigger and asked worriedly.

"No, Chris. For three years, he appears at this time every week. The weather is unstoppable." The golden-haired swordsman pressed his dagger and patiently looked at the stone road outside the eaves. The rain was blown in by the wind and could not get close to his body. The red-haired Chris had to shrink inward, and he thought to himself, when will I be able to practice sword spirit like the captain?

Shiban Road has not been repaired for many years and has begun to accumulate water. A raindrop like a curtain hits and splashes, forming a layer of water mist on the ground. In such weather, no one would go out. It was already autumn and Ceylon was getting colder.

The blonde swordsman's eyes gleamed through the rain curtain, and when he saw the end of the road, a thin boy walked slowly. The teenager did not hold an umbrella, wore a funny robe, and carried a huge skin bag behind him. The rain fell and bounced off the surface of his body. Even the boots under his feet were still clean and not immersed in rain.

The boy gradually approached, and his face became clear. His hair and eyes are chestnut-colored, the nose bridge is slightly higher, and his eyes are deep, and he looks like the blood of the southern nobility. His eyebrows stretched, and he didn't seem to care about the **** weather at all, and there was a small leather bag hanging on his long fingers.

This is a standard leather bag for gold coins. One leather bag can hold fifty gold coins. The teenager hooked it on his finger and wobbled with the pace. The security at the port is not very good. If it is not raining, thieves may immediately stare at him.

"Master Sarin!" The blonde swordsman greeted enthusiastically and waved to the teenager.

Sarin raised his lips, only to continue walking in the rain when he didn't hear. He is called Sarin, but he is not a mage, but a magic apprentice of level 3.

The blonde swordsman was a little embarrassed, and he could not be called an apprentice of Salin. Such a name is really disrespectful. Lord Viscount made himself as kind as possible. It's really difficult.

"Master Metterlin!" The blonde swordsman raised his voice. The other party had already walked in front of him, and now he was looking at his back.

"Saline, Saline!" The blonde swordsman looked at the young man's figure and moved away, so he had to catch up. Chris followed helplessly and strode into the rain. The rain soaked his gorgeous clothes in an instant, and only the tight boots kept a trace of dryness. What a cold rain! Chris shivered.

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