After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he no longer cared about them.
Cyril opened his eyes wide to look at the furnishings in the wand shop.
On the door of the wand shop hangs a brass plaque that reads "Professional wandmaking for a hundred years, imitated, never surpassed.".
Many beautiful wands of different materials are displayed on wand holders in numerous grids on the wall.
The price of these wands is about 50-1000 Witch Crystals.
Cyril picked up a few wands that looked very handsome and tried their hand.
Some of the wands were a little heavy, and he swung them a little hard; others were too light, as if he wouldn't notice when the wand fell from his body to the ground.
Wands are made of holly, fir, oak, apple wood, and more.
Cyril looked over slowly, but couldn't find the magic wand that had closed his eyes.
If there was one that sold Mr. Scott's keel wand...
However, Cyril quickly dismissed this idea, no matter how you look at that beautiful keel wand, it is at least a specially customized wand!
His eyes moved to near the glass window of the wand shop, where there was a huge brass machine that looked very complicated.
Is this the machine the shopkeeper is talking about that can synthesize wands on its own
Cyril looked at the entrance for placing the materials with a line of small characters engraved on it. It was a large trumpet-shaped entrance. The small characters said: "Put all the prepared materials here."
His eyes moved down the belly of the brass machine, which was densely covered with gears, to the end of it, where there were two brass pipes with two forearm-thick openings.
"Can you put anything in?"
Cyril asked curiously.
Hearing his words, the shopkeeper squinted his eyes slightly and said, "Of course. However, if you really want to have a more conventional-looking wand, it is recommended that you put at least a piece of wood in it."
"By the way, synthesizing 25 Wu Jing once, does not accept counter-offers, does not include warranty."
The shopkeeper changed his posture of salted fish on the reclining chair and said slowly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a new student entered the wand shop.
This man happened to be Cyril's old acquaintance - the "coward" who tried to rob him late at night.
Cyril once heard someone call him Pritt.
Plitter was holding a brown log in his hand, and some odd-looking gadgets.
He paid 25 Wu Jing from the shopkeeper, then took a deep breath in front of the brass machine, and then put everything in his hand into the brass machine.
Then, the brass machine went into operation.
The gears inlaid on it began to rotate, and a lot of white steam was sprayed from the exhaust holes above.
[There are magic fluctuations. 】
The system said with certainty.
Cyril raised his eyebrows and stared at it intently.
Only a crisp sound of "ding-" was heard, and the machine stopped.
Some scraps of wood and some indistinguishable sticky grey rubbish drained from one of the brass pipes and fell into the clean large barrel below.
Then, a vortex flashed by in the big wooden barrel, and the garbage disappeared.
Pritt stared nervously at the other brass pipe, waiting for his wand.
However, the brass machine did not respond for a long time, as if it had swallowed other things.
"Sir! Is it broken and why hasn't it come out yet?"
Plitt hurriedly walked to the shopkeeper's side and asked in a low voice.
"Well, then come out."
The shopkeeper casually pointed to the wand the brass machine had just spit out.
The wand had just been pushed out of the brass pipe by an air current and dropped onto a large wooden plate.
This wand is all brown, about 25 centimeters, the thickness of the thumb, very straight, and looks very tough.
A flash of surprise flashed in Cyril's eyes, the wand made of brass machine is not bad!
Pritt apparently thought so too.
He happily picked up his wand and stroked it cherishly for a while. Just as he was about to leave here, he saw Cyril standing not far away watching.
The happy look on Plitter's face instantly gathered, and he became a little panicked, and he left the wand shop quickly.
Warren also chose a navy blue wand that curved like a meandering ocean wave.
To this end, he paid 188 Wu Jing.
"When I got it, it felt like it was meant to be."
Warren spoke to Cyril after carefully putting away his wand.
"You try one by one, and you can always find the right wand."
Seeing Cyril's lack of interest, he couldn't help comforting him.
"Maybe, we can go to the second-hand store that Peak mentioned first."
Cyril didn't plan to try again here. He had a hunch that there was no wand he liked here.
"Also, maybe there are wands sold elsewhere."
Warren nodded.
Next, Pique led them around to a half-worn shop on another street.
The owner is a bald old man with a long white beard and a pair of round glasses as thick as a bottle cap on the bridge of his high nose.
"Welcome, children."
The old man's voice sounded very energetic.
"Hello, sir."
Cyril greeted the old man politely and looked at the shop.
The window is filled with baskets of strange magical objects, some that look like they haven't been used in decades.
Elsewhere there are also random piles of old books, parchment, glass bottles, brass goggles, musty black cloaks…
It is indeed a second-hand store.
Cyril pinched his nose and patiently rummaged through the pile of old things.
He found a very weird mask in a basket.
The mask is pure white, but on the white background, thin black lines are drawn at the positions of the five senses, giving it a mysterious feeling for no reason.
This mask has no straps, Cyril gently brushed the dust off the mask, picked up this face and tried to put it on his face.
As soon as the mask touched his skin, it fit on his face very naturally.
Although Cyril saw that the mask did not reveal the position of his facial features, his vision was not blocked, and his vision was the same as not wearing a mask.
The nose is also able to breathe normally, and even speaking is not affected.
Cyril said to the mirror on the wall, "Hello, sir."
He could hear his own voice clearly, and even in the mirror he could see Warren take a look here, but the moment he spoke, the black line on the mask still had a tight mouth. tightly closed.
Cyril found it interesting, and he asked the system to detect the information of the mask: [Name: Camouflage Mask
Purpose: Necessary equipment for doing bad things
How to use: Put on this mask, the world has nothing to do with you. People's attention will be focused on your mask instead of observing other qualities of yourself.
Description: It also comes with an automatic cleaning function, probably because the owner who invented it is a clean freak. It is modifiable. After you learn more magic lessons, you may be able to modify it and add other functions. 】 Cyril took the black and white mask and asked the shop owner, "How much is this mask?"
The old shop owner took it, put it in his hand and looked at it for a while.
"Ah—this! This is a disguised mask that a guest used to repay his debts. The price is 30 Wu Jing."
Cyril nodded and paid quickly.
He put away the camouflage mask and had more confidence in exploring this second-hand grocery store.
So they carefully rummaged through the corners and nooks.
He accidentally stepped on the corner of a black cloak, and the whole basket fell down and rolled onto the ground.
A golden-brown wooden stick with a serpentine texture fell from the basket.
"Feel sorry."
Cyril said softly.
He bent down to pick up the golden-brown wooden stick, and suddenly felt a heat flow from the small wooden stick to him, and then there was a strange wave in his body, gentle and strong.
Cyril was stunned for a moment, this turned out to be an extremely pure magic.
His hand holding the stick clenched suddenly.
The little wooden stick seemed to sense something, and the movement subsided, as if he was just an ordinary piece of ordinary wood.
[System, check the information of this little wooden stick! ]
Then, Cyril happily looked at the text displayed by the system:
[Name: Millennium Laurel Branch (Rare)
Purpose: Perhaps the fire will be very vigorous? Just kidding, it has too much magic power in its body.
How to use it: Let me think, maybe you just need the right wand.
Explanation: This is a thousand-year-old laurel branch that will camouflage, and an experienced forest watcher will only come to the conclusion that it is an ordinary laurel branch. Maybe it came from a laurel tree planted by a wizard that had absorbed an unknown number of obsolete potions. 】 Cyril was overjoyed when he saw that the system said that this laurel number contained magic power and was suitable for making a magic wand. The magic power he just felt was indeed real!
It just so happened that Cyril had always turned his back to other people. He controlled the expression on his face, calmed down, and walked towards the old shop owner with a small golden-brown wooden stick.
"How do you sell this?"
Cyril asked calmly, with a calm look on his fair little face.
"Ah, let me take a look."
The old man pushed down the thick glasses on the bridge of his nose, revealing some cloudy eyeballs behind the glasses.
He touched his long white beard, took the golden-brown wooden stick in Cyril's hand, put it close to the tip of his nose, and kept turning the stick.
"A common laurel branch..."
The old man whispered, "How did this thing appear in my shop? Does it have any other function? Why can't I remember it?"
Cyril watched nervously as the old man seemed to be racking his brains to remember.
"Forget it, you give me 5 Wu Jing as a bonus for buying these candies."
The white-bearded old man grabbed a handful of colorful foil-wrapped candies from a glass jar beside him and put them in Cyril's hands.
Cyril settled the bill again with the Black Rose membership card.
His eyes stumbled to the small cage next to the glass jar, which contained a jelly-like mass the size of black bread.
"Excuse me, what is the black thing in this cage?"
Cyril asked curiously.
"Ah, this is a dream-eating tapir, which has the function of eating people's nightmares."
The old man glanced at the contents in the small cage, and there was a hint of disgust on his wrinkled face.
"However, according to my personal experiments, it has no other ability than eating a lot. But maybe its role is divided? If you want to buy it, sell it to you cheaply, 15 Wu Jing."
The old man said very frankly.
Cyril recalled dreaming of Mr. Scott several times, wondering if it was a nightmare.
Thinking of his plan, he suddenly had an idea and bought this dream-eating tapir.
So Cyril took the small golden-brown wooden stick and the small cage with the dream-eating tapir, greeted Warren and Pique, and returned to the previous wand shop.
Cyril paid 25 witch crystals from the owner of the wand shop and walked to the brass machine.
He poured the golden-brown wooden stick he had just bought and the dream-eating tapir in the cage into the entrance of the brass machine.
Cyril stared intently at the running brass machine, his slender eyelashes fluttering slightly.
This time the machine seems to have been running for much longer than Plitter's previous wand synthesis, and Cyril almost couldn't help asking the shopkeeper if the machine was broken.
It wasn't until he heard the sweet "ding-" sound that he gradually let go of his heart.
Cyril stared at the brass pipe that drained the garbage, but it didn't move at all.
Another minute or two passed before another brass tube spewed out a solid black wand.
This wand is very beautiful, it is a delicate matte black, it looks low-key and deep, and there is a faint woody fragrance in the hand.
Cyril happily held the wand in his hand, the length and thickness were just right.
He waved his wand, and even though he hadn't uttered any spells, he could feel the magic in it.
Cyril immediately forgot about Mr. Scott's keel wand, which he had been thinking about.
His own wand is the best!
Cyril collected the freshly baked wand and returned to the door of the second-hand store, seeing Pique and Warren waiting.
Seeing Cyril with empty hands, Warren was stunned for a moment, but politely didn't ask anything.
"Okay, next, I'll take you to see the fire tavern where wizards often gather. You may be able to get a lot of information there."
Pique said.
At this time, the sky was already a little dim, and the sky was smudged with a large golden rosy glow.
Cyril followed Pique's footsteps and came to the front of a tavern.
The bartender saw Pique greet him, looked at Cyril and Warren clearly, and asked, "What would you like? Gentlemen. Why don't you try our signature flame beer?"
Cyril nodded and paid 1 Wu Jing to get a glass of golden red wine.
He looked around the dimly lit tavern. There were many wizards in robes sitting in front of the wooden bar. Their faces were hidden in the shadows and could not be seen clearly.
Cyril took a sip of the golden red wine in the glass, the crystal clear liquid slipped into his throat, and a hot feeling shot straight to the sky.
His little face turned red, and the red clouds flew.
"Hahahaha! First time trying our flame beer? Isn't it amazing?"
The bartender smiled when he saw Cyril's flushed cheeks.
"Actually, the taste is not bad!" He touched his chin. "When you get used to it, I think this smell is very exciting!"
However, the bartender was very considerate and poured him another glass of water.
Cyril felt as if a fire was burning in his mouth at this time. He took the water and poured it down before he could thank him. He didn't put down the water glass until he felt that the hot taste was completely suppressed.
Cyril came back to his senses and looked at Warren, who also had red cheeks. Both of them were insensitive to the signature flame beer and pushed it away a little.
At this time, they also heard a babbling voice in a corner of the tavern: "Alice Garden Wizarding Academy, a very good wizarding academy, at least I heard that their homework is not too much, and it is not too difficult, The professors are kinder…”
"Black Swamp Wizarding Academy, according to reliable sources, the location of the academy has a very high concentration of dark elements. It is recommended that all A-level wizard apprentices who detect the affinity of dark elements should choose this wizarding academy. Of course, they give The preferential treatment will definitely satisfy you…”
"Darkmoon Forest Wizarding Academy, the reputation may be a little bit..."
Cyril pricked up his ears and listened to the man with the pointed wizard hat introducing different wizarding academies to the people around him in a hoarse voice.
He wrote it down to himself, then waited to hear about the Snowberg wizarding academy he would most likely be going to.
Cyril waited until this person had reviewed almost all the wizarding academies, and then the other party lowered his voice and mentioned the Snowberg Wizarding College: "Okay, the last one, the Snowberg Wizarding College."
He coughed and cleared his throat, and his tone was a little weird: "You know everything you know about this wizarding academy. If you don't understand, I said you don't understand it, so don't tell me. Don't come and ask me what's wrong, I said it won't do you any good, just pretend you don't know."
When Cyril heard the words, his heart sank.
This? ?
Man, this introduces loneliness.
The wizard drank all the drinks that the people around him had invited him to drink, and left the Fire Tavern.
They stayed for a while, and without further information, left the tavern.
Peake took them on a tour of the rest of Whalefall Island.
The layout of the whalefall island is divided into different areas according to the natural position of the giant whale spine.
There is even a steam train running through the head and tail of the whalefall island below the spine of the giant whale.
"The place where you will conduct the wizard apprentice grading test tomorrow is at the end of Whalefall Island."
Pique took them up a higher hill and said to the two of them.
Cyril stood on a hill covered with lush green grass and looked towards the rear of Whalefall Island, but he saw nothing beyond the cascading houses, the endless steam carriages, and the passing pedestrians.
It felt like a layer of mist shrouded the very end.
At this time, the orange sunset was slowly falling, and on the other side of the sky, a crescent moon was already hanging in the air.
The sun and the moon shine together, the light and darkness are intertwined, and time seems to be frozen for a moment.
Afterwards, Cyril and the two went to a restaurant called "Mizzy Grill" for dinner at Pique's suggestion.
Pique said goodbye to the pair as they prepared to go to dinner.
The young guide walked some distance, whistled at them, waved his hand, and shouted, "Come on for tomorrow's grading trial! Good luck!"
Cyril nodded, and made up his mind to have a good meal tonight.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw that it was filled with the smell of barbecued meat.
The grill was covered with slices of fresh meat as thin as cicada's wings, making a happy sound of "sizzling" under the scorching flames.
The clear oil slowly oozes out, and the smell of burnt incense comes to the nostrils. Just looking at it is enjoyable.
Cyril dipped the grilled slices of meat in a rich sauce and put it in his mouth.
The roasted meat is delicate and smooth, and the sauce is rich. Mixed together in the mouth, their full output and complement each other.
The slightly charred meat also has a different taste, the taste is more crisp, and it makes a "sizzling" sound when you bite it.
By the time they walked out of the barbecue restaurant, it was already dark.
The night sky is full of stars, and the sea breeze blows softly, giving it a hazy beauty.
Cyril and Warren returned to the Black cruise ship along the route they remembered and said goodnight to each other.
When he returned to his room, he couldn't wait to take out his wand and rubbed it gently.
Under the bright crystal lamps of the first class of the cruise ship, the pure black body of the wand glows with a quiet and elegant luster.
Cyril calmed down, raised his hand and shook his wrist, waved the wand in his hand, and guided the magic in his body and the wand to quickly outline the magic rune of the fireball technique, and said in a low voice, "Burning fire!"
The pure magic power gathered from the tip of the wand, and was manipulated obediently according to the instructions of the magic rune, and finally released three fireballs the size of human heads brilliantly.
The bright fiery red light suddenly illuminated the entire room dazzlingly.
This was the first time that Cyril had successfully released three fireballs at the same time, and an indescribable joy flooded his heart.
Not to mention that when using the magic wand to guide the magic power, he only felt that his mental power was extremely comfortable, and he would not feel the slightest sense of difficulty. It only made people feel that the movement of releasing the magic spell was as natural as it was born, and it was extremely comfortable.
Cyril recalled the information about the wand detected by the system:
[Name: The Wand of Cyril Lawrence
Purpose: A wand for novice wizard apprentice reserves (with luck, it can become a real wizard's wand in the future)
How to use: The magic content in this wand is too high, and all elements are affinity, which can double the power of the magic spell. In particular, it contains the ingredients of the dream-eating tapir, which can become a magic wand that is extremely suitable for witchcraft. It seems that it is still a bit short (to be verified).
Explanation: It is a proud little fellow, satisfied that you can see through its essence at a glance, so "condescendingly" is willing to be used by you, the novice wizard apprentice reserve. Cheers to the owner of the wand, your little cute wand looks forward to the day you become a true wizard! 】This wand is amazing!
Cyril sighed again, his hand holding the wand trembled slightly.
You will be my baby from now on! I will definitely treat you well!
Cyril glanced at the wand tenderly and stroked it lightly.
When he was laying in bed at night and preparing to sleep, he put his wand next to his pillow and instantly felt very secure.
A good night's dream.
When Cyril got up the next day, he packed his things, finished the breakfast served by the restaurant waiter in the room, took out the camouflage mask and put it on, and then came to the deck of the Black.
A whole bunch of freshmen gathered on the deck.
Cyril found that everyone had more or less magical objects on their bodies after purchasing on Whalefall Island yesterday.
At least it looks like the protective capes are selling extremely well in grocery stores.
At the front end of the deck stood more than a dozen adults in different clothes. There was a clear circle around them, and no one dared to approach.
Cyril instantly understood that these were the official wizards on the ship who went to Atlantis to recruit students.
One of them was a charismatic and androgynous wizard with a small black top hat and a gorgeous black evening dress.
The most striking thing is that there is an extraordinarily delicate puppet sitting on his shoulders.
Except for his facial features, this little puppet is very similar to the other tall puppets on the Black cruise ship.
Cyril immediately realized that the wizard in the black dress was the owner of the Black.
He glanced at "her" without expression.
Sure enough, the more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous it is, Cyril thought to himself, he really couldn't tell from the outside that this was the owner of the black-hearted restaurant.
There are also wizards wearing dazzling wizard robes, on which are drawn dense magic runes with blood-like liquid.
Cyril stared at it for a while, only to feel dizzy, and a sense of dizziness hit his brain.
He quickly looked away and stared at the blue sky for a while, before barely recovering.
At the same time, Cyril was a little curious, and he did not see Mr. Scott.
Could it be that Mr. Scott is just an apprentice wizard and therefore ineligible to stay with other full-fledged wizards
Without allowing Cyril to think, the wizard wearing a dazzling wizard robe made a sound. His voice was low, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
"Okay, all the freshmen! Listen, now I'll take you to the site of the wizard's apprentice grading trial."