The passage of time became extremely slow, and each minute became as long as a day. However, the pain lasted for a full 24 hours. When it became dark again, Salin regained control of his body. wWW!QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO!CoM
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Salin felt that his vocal cords were no longer his, and the pain had not completely disappeared. He struggled, first let go of his hand, and dropped the terrifying badge.
Magic weapon! Magic weapon!
Saleen roared in his heart, this damn badge must be a magic weapon. Just now he felt like he was being eaten, and his soul was about to be digested.
What is a magic weapon? During the First Dynasty 30,000 years ago, humans were still a powerful race that could tear apart space at will, travel across planes, and capture demons for breeding. Some demons could not be tamed, so they were made into magic props. This kind of magic prop made by a powerful demon is called a magic weapon. Although it was just a game at the beginning, only ten thousand years later, human beings have fallen and lost their tyrannical power.
This type of magic props immediately became precious, and they could no longer travel across planes to capture demons. These props were collected by powerful magicians and could enslave the demon souls in them.
By the time of the Fourth Dynasty more than a thousand years ago, except for powerful ninth-level magicians, no one else could enslave the demon souls in the magic weapons.
Magic weapons have become synonymous with terror. Magicians below the seventh level cannot resist the power of magic weapons. These unruly demons are unwilling to sign a contract with humans even if they only have their souls left.
Eat every one you see. This is the characteristic of magic weapons.
No, if this thing was a magic weapon, I might not even have a body anymore. Salin touched his hands and feet, and they were full of flesh and blood, and they were still very real.
Salin finally recovered some of his intelligence from the shock, and soon found that he was a little nervous. If it is a magic weapon, not even the teacher can resist it, let alone come back to life after losing the ability to resist.
What could it be if it wasn't a magic weapon? Salin sat up with his hands on his body and checked his physical condition. Everything is fine, except that he is very weak, and even the poor magic elements in his body are a little more than before.
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It was really a bit more. Although the number of extra elements was still pitifully small, for a person like Salin who cherished every elemental power, even an increase of one-tenth of the elemental unit could be noticed. The increase in mental power was even more obvious. Salin's mental power was already very strong. Jason said that even if he became a real magician, his mental power would be enough.
Now Salin's mental power has become much purer and more concentrated. There are even signs of a breakthrough.
Regardless of his physical weakness, Salin quickly crawled under the bed and picked up the thrown badge. There was nothing inside the lightning-shaped deep mark, and the blue color disappeared. Saleen stroked the badge, but did not dare to use another magic detection.
What he had just experienced was so painful that even though Salin had suffered a tortured childhood, he could not bear the pain. Many things are difficult to change once you get used to them. In the past few years, he has been living comfortably and his tolerance has become smaller.
Should I show it to the teacher? No, wouldn't it be very... if the teacher was made the same as me by this badge
Saleen actually laughed out loud as he imagined Jason lying on the floor, exhausted, enduring all kinds of negative effects. Forget it, study it slowly by yourself, at least as long as you don't release magic on this thing.
In the next month, Saleen experienced three failures. The three thousand gold coins of magic string potion materials were completely consumed and turned into a pile of waste. This was a big blow to him, because the mental power he was so proud of could not make ends meet, and it was always difficult to control the use of materials for the magic string potion.
What should I do if I don’t have enough mental energy? Salin thought of his family crest. He took the badge out of the box and rubbed it in his hand. Go for it, if this thing can really make you grow mentally, it will be worth it no matter how much suffering you suffer.
This time Salin was more thoughtful and wanted to test it to see the specific conditions under which the badge would produce that effect.
He placed the badge on the floor and released Magic Detection from a distance of three meters. The hazy magical light shrouded the dark badge. There was a brief pause, and then it was quickly sucked into the lightning-shaped deep mark.
it's over? Nothing happened!
Salin moved the badge to a distance of two meters and repeated the experiment, but there was still no problem. Finally, he simply found a pair of gloves to put on and continued the experiment.
In the end, Salin came to the conclusion that as long as there was no skin contact, the badge was safe.
It seemed that there would be no problem if he carried it with him in the future, so Salin was finally relieved. Otherwise, this thing can only be placed far away in the box.
Salin began arduous training. From Tuesday to Thursday, he had to use the special functions of the badge to torture himself, and then endure 24 hours of pain. His mental strength improved significantly. Three months later, Salin Lin's mental power broke through.
Originally there were only enough elements to cast level 0 magic five times in a row, but now he can release seven level 0 magics under the meticulous control of his mental power. The slow-growing magic elements are still at the level of a level 3 apprentice, but Salin can use them sparingly to bring his magic release ability to the level of a level 4 apprentice.
The changes in his body are also very obvious. Salin still looks a little thin, but his physical strength is getting better, and his tolerance for various negative states has become extremely strong. The most important thing is that after using the badge, the time he lost control of his body has been shortened to 6 hours.
During these 6 hours, Salin no longer endured hardship. Apart from being unable to move his body, he could already use these 6 hours to think, recall the books he had read, and review some magic knowledge.
After the most difficult days were over, Salin became more confident. He himself didn't notice that his temperament had changed fundamentally. There are no more panic, hesitation, panic and other fragile reactions. He smiles more often, and they are smiles from the heart.
Salin decided to continue training like this. He believed that as long as he persevered, sooner or later he would become immune to all negative magical conditions.
Perhaps the only thing that hasn't changed is Salin's obsession with gold coins. He used all the remaining time to continue preparing magic potions and sell them to Dika. In the past three months, he had collected more than 3,000 gold coins. It's a pity that it can't be done any faster. Dika can't bear it anymore. Ceylon City itself has limited spending power. After he seizes the position of leader of the thieves, he only has local young thieves in Ceylon City at hand, so he can't handle big cases.
Selling excess potions to out-of-town thieves requires hoarding them in advance, and Dika does not have much liquidity. He doesn't have the guts to pay a deposit to Salin on credit? He also doesn't have this influence.
Salin knew that these more than three thousand gold coins might not be able to produce the magic string potion. He was worried about the gold coins, but his days had to go on day by day. It's the weekend again, and he has to go to the city to buy experimental materials for Jason, and at the same time, he has to bring back last week's order.
The weather this weekend was bad. The wind gradually dropped, but the rain fell coldly, and rust-colored clouds enveloped the harbor of Ceylon City.
Two well-dressed swordsmen hid under the eaves and looked into the distance. They wore no armor, and even had only short swords hanging at their waists. There is a leaf-shaped badge embroidered on the chests of the two people. This badge represents that they are the city lord's subordinates and have a close relationship.
The two swordsmen were of similar stature, with broad shoulders and narrow waists, tall and straight.
"Captain, is that kid not coming?" The red-haired swordsman looked at the rain that was getting heavier and asked worriedly.
"No, Chris. For three years, he has appeared at this time every week, rain or shine." 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 no choice but to shrink inward, thinking to himself, when will I be able to practice sword energy like the captain
The stone road had not been repaired for many years and began to accumulate water. A curtain of raindrops fell and splashed, forming a layer of mist on the ground. In such weather, no one really goes out. It has entered autumn, and the city of Ceylon is getting colder and colder.
The blond swordsman's gaze penetrated the rain curtain and saw a thin young man walking slowly towards the end of the road. The boy did not hold an umbrella, was wearing a funny robe, and was carrying a huge leather bag behind his back. The rainwater fell and bounced off the surface of his body. Even the boots under his feet were still clean and not soaked in rainwater.
The young man gradually came closer and his face became clearer. His hair and eyes are chestnut color, the bridge of his nose is slightly high, and his eye sockets appear to be sunken, which makes him appear to be of southern aristocratic origin. His eyebrows were stretched out, as if he didn't care about the damn weather at all, and there was a small leather bag hanging on his slender fingers.
This is a standard leather bag for holding gold coins. Each leather bag can hold fifty gold coins. The boy hooked it on his finger and swayed it with his steps. The security at the port is not very good. If it hadn't rained, thieves might immediately target him.
"Master Salin!" The blond swordsman greeted enthusiastically and waved to the boy.
Salin raised the corners of his mouth, pretending not to hear, and continued walking in the rain. My name is Salin, not a mage, just a level 3 magic apprentice.
The blond swordsman was a little embarrassed. He couldn't call Salin apprentice. Such a title was really disrespectful. The Viscount asked himself to be as polite as possible. It’s really difficult.
"Master Maittrin!" The blond swordsman raised his voice. The other party had already passed in front of him, and now he was looking at his back.
"Salin, Salin!" The blond swordsman saw the young man's figure getting further away, so he had no choice but to chase after him. Chris followed helplessly and strode into the rain. The rain instantly soaked through his gorgeous clothes, and only the tightly tied boots remained dry. What a cold rain! Chris shuddered.