Abe the Wizard

More than a decade later, Abel's life returned to that crazy four-month rhythm, studying in the Magic Tower during the day, returning to the Mansion at night to practice spells, especially the group attack power spell "rechargeable bullet", the level 0 "rechargeable bullet" spell can only trigger a two-point arc at a time, and each upgrade of the level 1 arc will increase by one, and the power will also increase. With the idea of sharpening the knife without mistake cutting firewood, he intends to raise the "rechargeable bullet" spell to at least level 5 and then go hunting in the bloody wasteland.

In the nine-story laboratory of the Morton Magic Tower, Abel placed a short stick cane that could inspire ‘fire' and a short stick cane that could not be operated on the bench, and he wanted to figure out what was affecting the ability of the cane to inspire skills, a short stick cane with a 'heartbeat’ spell that he could not resist studying.

Pull a crystal-milled magnifying glass over the desktop and place the inoperable stick cane underneath it. Abel slowly looks up from the handle of the stick cane, and each fine line is left unattended. Every trace found is recorded on parchment paper.

After a thorough examination of this inoperable truncheon, the sheepskin hand painted a truncheon full of arrows marked with a goose pen, recording all the marks of the truncheon.

Some of the things that made Abel mad were that the owner of the short stick didn't seem to care about the staff, which had all kinds of scars on it, and he doubted twelve percent whether the owner of the staff was the owner of the staff because he didn't care about the staff, and the staff was damaged, so there was no spell record on it.

At this time, an 'Ice Sealed Armor' flashed on his body. This did not affect his work. After more than ten days of adaptation, he is now fully capable of dual use. Although the work of weak souls is very simple, it is really dual use.

The second stick was placed under the magnifying glass, and the same process, recording all prints on parchment paper, followed by the process of comparing the two sticks.

In fact, without comparison, Abel can now be sure that there are no symbols or prints on the two canes. Those marks are all scratches that are not well protected. The result of the comparison proves this. What is it that determines that the cane is capable of carrying out the cane?

Undead, he scans two canes with mental power. In the perception of mental power, there is a very familiar feeling on the cane with the 'fire' spell. Is there a soul in this cane?

Abel had some incredible scans again and again, he couldn't feel anything in the magic wand, and there were some spiritual fluctuations on the wand with the 'fire bomb' spell. Perhaps other wizards would find it difficult to detect such minor spiritual fluctuations, but he had drunk the 'soul medicine’ synthesized by the soul, and there was also a weak soul in the body that could be seen, but he was familiar with the fluctuations of the soul.

The human body is invisible, it is united with the mind, and may be instantly detached from the flesh at the moment of death, but the soul is also invisible to the naked eye and quickly dissipates, so very few ordinary wizards study the mysteries of the soul.

Seal your soul in the staff? Was it the soul that gave the staff the ability to spell? Countless doubts arose in his mind, the wand in the real world that he had never seen, and could not contrast, and could not be studied here, but he could be sure that the material of the wand must be very special, because even the inexorable wand, which did not fluctuate in the soul, had a 50% increase in damage to dead creatures.

Abel went through the Morton Bibliography and didn't find anything about the wand material. It is estimated that the Morton Wizard is just a wizard who specializes in the making of scripts and has little research on the wand.

To study these two canes in depth, it is only by waiting for the invitation of the Dwarves that the relevant knowledge can be attempted in the Dwarves.

But one thing Abel can be sure of is that irrespective of the inexorable short stick staff is a treasure in the Holy Land. Perhaps his contact with the world of wizards is too small, his level of wizards is too low. He always feels that the overall level of the dark world is much higher than that of the Holy Land. A cane used by ordinary inferior hell creatures like this in the dark world is a very good treasure in the Holy Land. At least it allows a wizard to instantly emit a spell, not to mention a short stick staff with a 'heart-driven’ spell.

I was thinking that a slight fullness appeared in my mind. Abel was happy with it. Two days ago, he had filled in the Grade 2 apprenticeship wizard pattern with a full but no sense of promotion. Asked Carlos to know that after the pattern was fully replenished, a certain amount of meditation adjustment was needed. This time was uncertain, possibly a day, possibly a year.

Seeing as how lucky you are, by the time you add up to the time in Camp Rogue, you've been stuck in the realm of second-degree apprenticeship wizards for about twenty days, and none of the worst things in Carlos' mouth have happened.

Abel holds all the items on the table in a space bag and returns to his room, where the most magical concentration of the 9-story magic tower is located, and where promotion is safest.

Sitting in the middle of the room, stop the automatic transient 'ice seal armor' of the weak little soul, Abel settles his mind, spiritual power enters the mind, the first-degree apprenticeship wizard pattern and the second-degree apprenticeship wizard pattern are connected to each other in the middle of the mind flashing white light, beneath these two patterns is the complex 'warm’ spell pattern flashing red light, this special spell constantly extracts energy from the hot air around the body to replenish the magic power into the wizard pattern.

Looking back at the Grade 3 apprenticeship wizard pattern, the first time he used the 'Soul Medicine', this wizard pattern was mastered by him, and now he can be promoted to a Grade 3 apprenticeship wizard by drawing it in his mind according to his memory.

Little by little, Fink has called Abel many times through his ID card, but he hasn't responded. Normally, during lunch time, Abel would appear on time to dine in the conference room on the ground floor, but today he hasn't been seen.

“Lord Carlos, Lord Abel is locked in the room. I haven't answered any of my calls. Is there a problem?” Fink found Carlos on the ground floor, who was preparing his meal, anxiously said.

“Fink, don't worry, Abel is probably dealing with something, there's no way to distract you, you wait patiently for a while.” Carlos smiled comfortingly.

Camille dropped the juice she was scrutinizing and said with a smile, "You really care about Abel, like my Joey, I don't think she'd be anxious to keep me locked up all day. ”

“My lord, how can you say that to me?” Camille's apprentice Joey said with some grievance.

“If you're really upset, I can ask the teacher to check on him.” Camille was still worried about Fink, he said.

“Lord Camille, can you really?” Fink asked with surprise over his fat face.

“Okay, okay, I'll call the teacher. ”

A strange fluctuation was coming from upstairs as Camille was preparing to connect her identity cards to the Malton Wizard.

“Someone's been promoted!” Camille and Carlos barked almost simultaneously.

The two looked at each other with some doubt, and Camille said: "Strange, this promotion fluctuation is not as strong as the promotion of a full-fledged wizard, isn't it Warren and Audrey promoted? ”

“Besides the two of them, who else in the building is going to get promoted?” Carlos shook his head.

All of a sudden, they thought of someone at the same time, and Camille said to Fink weirdly, “No need to contact the teacher! ”

“Lord Camille, what is it?” Fink asked inexplicably.

“Goddamn Abel, does he want to take my old five-position?” Without waiting for Camille to speak, Carlos jumped in a desperate mood.

“Anyone who tells you not to work hard, at Abel's rate of promotion, it looks like in a matter of months, you'll be a six-year-old.” Camille smiled happily.

“Is Lord Abel promoted?” Fink remembers how Abel was when he first entered the Evelyn Magic Tower, when Abel was not a wizard, and it was only a few months later that he had grown into a third-degree trainee wizard, a speed that made Fink wonder if he was as stupid as a pig.