Generally speaking, compared with other types of spells on the east coast, magic pattern spells are in the middle of the pack in terms of entry difficulty and threshold level. It's not as easy as the plastic spells, but it's not as dangerous as the spiritual spells. Because it has no special features, it seems a bit useless.
Although magic pattern spells can theoretically be used to release all spells and have the widest range, one problem is that the conditions required for learning magic pattern spells are very different - learners must be sensitive to accuracy, and must be able to endure boredom and persist in counting. Hours, dozens of hours of carving magic patterns.
From this perspective, people who study magic patterns are more like craftsmen than wizards. Therefore, wizards gave those who learn magic patterns a unified title - magic pattern masters.
The word "magic pattern master" is not a complimentary word. Under the premise of neutrality, it even has a vague derogatory meaning. Only the more outstanding ones among the magic pattern masters can be called the great magic pattern master or the magic pattern master by others sincerely adding the word "big", which can be regarded as an honorific title.
In daily life, the magic pattern master's biggest source of income is the production of magic pattern spell props for sale. One criterion for judging whether they are strong or not is how many magic patterns they hold in their hands - the more and more advanced magic patterns they master, the stronger they are, the more powerful the magic pattern spell props they make, the more sought after they are, and the more capable they are. He can be called a master of magic patterns.
Therefore, for personal benefit, in addition to some relatively common and widely circulated magic patterns, many magic patterns are carefully kept secret by many magic pattern masters and will not be easily revealed to others.
When magic pattern masters make magic pattern spell props, they will add many false magic patterns that have a confusing effect to the functional magic patterns to prevent them from being stolen by other magic pattern masters. When teaching students, they will only reveal a little bit and will not teach everything.
In a sense, magic pattern spells are similar to modern martial arts on modern earth. Many sects are very self-respecting and self-contained. They would rather let things rot in their own hands than be learned by others.
Therefore, it is not difficult to get started with magic pattern magic, but it is very difficult to achieve certain results.
Or have the ability to make yourself the biological son of all magic pattern masters, so that all magic pattern masters are willing to actively share their treasured magic patterns for their research.
Or use some methods to reverse-decode the magic pattern spell props made by magic pattern masters, analyze the real magic patterns, absorb and use them yourself, and become the father of all magic pattern masters.
If you want to take the latter path, you must have enough magic pattern props.
So... the auction needs to go.
Taking a breath, Richard made a decision.
After making a decision, Richard gently placed the invitation on the table, and began to clean up the laboratory that was messed up by the previous explosion.
Arrange the instruments on the experimental table, replace the damaged instruments, put the materials scattered on the floor back to their original places, check the large number of petri dishes in the petri dish cabinet, replace the broken petri dish instruments...
After finishing cleaning up after a long time, Richard sat down at the experimental table and began to record the previous methods, results and some speculations of testing the white jade pieces.
It took another half day to complete the recording. After checking the dense handwriting on the papyrus scroll, Richard took a long breath and stood up. He slowly walked to the window and relaxed his body slightly.
Open the window, it's still raining outside in the night.
The air was very fresh, slowly flowing into the room. Taking a deep breath, you can clearly feel the moist air filling every alveoli in your body little by little, and then giving rise to a feeling of relaxation and joy. Thin raindrops float in from time to time and fall on the hands and neck, giving people a refreshing coolness.
Richard felt very calm inside and felt that the night was also very peaceful.
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The calm night is like the surface of the deep sea, seemingly calm. But at the next moment, the wind may become strong and turn into raging sea waves.
In a place that many people don't notice, in the cool night of Baishi City, darkness is like ink, rolling up from the water. Most people living on the surface of the water are still unaware of it, just like the bustling Golden Boot Tavern.
The Golden Boots Tavern is a middle-class tavern in White Rock City. What makes it different from other taverns is that it has a golden boot printed on the sign.
There are many versions about the origin of this golden boot, and if you ask the boss, he will definitely tell you that this golden boot has a relationship with many big figures, which indirectly shows that the golden boots tavern is very extraordinary, and now it is dilapidated only for some reasons. .
No one will really believe it.
Once questioned, the boss would blush and take out a shiny, polished boot from the box with a heavy breath and show it to everyone, saying that only the most extraordinary big shots could afford to wear these boots. The fact that the boots are in the tavern is the best proof of his words.
Everyone said that most of the golden boots were fake. They were either copper boots or dyed with paint. They would not believe it unless they observed carefully at a close distance and saw clearly.
When the tavern owner heard this, he would shake his head and put the boots back into the box, saying loudly, no one is allowed to look at them up close, otherwise what if they are snatched away
Everyone laughed.
This kind of farce is repeated almost every two or three days in the Golden Boot Tavern. Old and new customers enjoy it, and the tavern owner takes the trouble to prove it again and again.
That night, in the hazy drizzle, the tavern owner performed another farce. Everyone in the tavern kept laughing, and the happy atmosphere did not dissipate for a long time.
In the corner, two people wearing black robes were sitting on their seats talking in low voices. They seemed to be a little resistant to the surrounding atmosphere and frowned from time to time.
They were a man and a woman. The man looked to be in his thirties, with a very ordinary face, nothing out of the ordinary.
The female is much more protruding than the male, with her body protruding forward and backward, and her breasts are so bulging that they are almost exposed through her clothes. A face is as if it has been carefully carved. Delicacy and beauty are reflected in every detail, and it is indescribably beautiful. If it weren't for the protection of the hood of the robe, this appearance would be exposed to the eyes of the people around him, and under the stimulation of alcohol, it would definitely cause riots.
But what's a bit strange is that what comes out of such a beautiful woman's mouth is a somewhat hoarse, somewhat magnetic male voice.
A male voice, definitely a male voice, not a fake voice.
The man who was talking to the woman looked very uncomfortable with this. After half a conversation, the man couldn't help but asked the woman in a low voice: "Mu Keni, is there something strange about me?"
"you say."
"That's...since you want to be a woman, why do you keep a male voice? Don't you think this is a bit weird?"
"You don't understand." The woman shook her head and looked at the man with a resentful expression, "You don't understand, Somen!"
Forehead…
Outside the tavern, the night rain suddenly became heavier. Amidst the "crackling" sound, the darkness was like a beast stabbed in the vital part with a long sword, rolling around crazily in convulsions.
The night has come, the end has come.