Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 310 Murder Experience and Magic Jewelry

“Murder? You…” Claude was shocked: “Who killed him? ”

“I don't know, they seem to be new to White Deer City, I met them in the mountains, they carry guns, they should be hunting..." the sister said.

“So they found out you were magical, and you killed them for secrecy? ”

“No," the sister shook her head and said, "I was collecting medicine. It was last September, and Lady Maria didn't come on vacation. I didn't go to their forest to find herbs, so I went to the mountains to the west. I wasn't ready to go in the mountains, I looked for some herbs on the outskirts, and I ran into those two people. I didn't care at the time, I thought they were just passing by, but I didn't expect them to excuse me for leaning over, suddenly jumping up and grabbing me and dragging me into the woods, and saying nasty things. I was scared at first, then woke up and gave them two magical flying arrows, killing them on the spot..."

“Well deserved, good kill!” Claude understood that the two murdered were simply offended to see their sister alone collecting medicine in the mountains and surrounding the wilderness. I just didn't expect my sister to be a magician, and they kicked her on the iron board and gave her two lives. If your sister is just an ordinary person, they may have succeeded.

“... when I woke up after I killed them, I was terrified, scared to be found, hid in the woods for an afternoon, and made sure no one was around before I threw the bodies of the two men down the cliff with my spell hand. It took half a month to hear the news that the bodies of the two men had been shattered by the beasts. The officers of the patrol said that the cause of their deaths was hunting and encountering the beast, who accidentally fell off a cliff while fleeing, and that most of the bodies were eaten by the beast. It wasn't until then that I really relieved myself and then went to County to qualify as a primary pharmacist..."

Claude had to admire her sister's strong, weak body with a big heart. In this case, she was able to successfully qualify as a primary pharmacist. In other words, it was a question of whether she could do this. After all, this was her first homicidal experience, even if those two deserved to die, but for an 18-year-old girl this mental stimulus was very strong. Fortunately, the sister was properly disposed of after the murder, and the inspection of the body by the patrol police was so-so, and that was the way it was done.

Claude reached out to rub her hair, and she leaned on Claude and hugged Claude tightly. Anyway, she was just a 19-year-old girl, and the murder had become her heart attack, buried in her heart for over a year. Now that I tell my most trusted brother, my sister feels much more relaxed...

“I'm glad I taught you magic before and gave you the power to protect yourself.” Claude unravels her sister: “If you don't know magic, it would be a tragedy for our family if something like this happened. I can't imagine how my mother and brother would be sad, but I can't stand losing my sweetest sister. Those two bastards you killed well, if they hadn't met you, it would have been another girl. So you don't have to worry about killing yourself, it's actually just two animals in human skin. I don't think my dear sister will be unable to eat or sleep due to the death of two animals. Besides, the patrol has already said that they died from a cliff and it's none of our business...”

“Well, will it be hard for you to kill someone, and I think about it all the time...” the sister asked.

“No.” Claude shook his head resolutely: “I don't have that idle kung fu to think about the dead. Didn't I tell you before that I killed a lot of black snake clubs in the slums just after I learned magic, and you've probably heard that black snake clubs are either scum or scum scoundrels, killing people I don't feel guilty about, pretending to be cleaners, cleaning trash for White Deer Town at that time?

Then I became a soldier on the front line, and on the battlefield, if I didn't kill, someone else would kill me. The first was to save his life, the second was to kill in the kingdom, and even if the enemy had no quarrel with me, I would still kill him, which was the duty of a member of the Royal Army. A soldier is like a knife, which itself does not kill, but is manipulated into the hands of a giant in the kingdom. So I wouldn't feel bad about killing more people on the battlefield, because if the dead were to complain, they would only complain about the kingdom, and it had nothing to do with my knife... ”

Claude patted his sister on the shoulder: "Come on, Anna, let go of my brother. She's such a big girl. It's really shameless to hold her brother like this. ”

“What...” The sister pushed Claude away, and she was really shy.

“Okay, it's okay. By the way, I haven't shown you the baby I picked up on the black market in Fort Ivana when I got back.” Claude remembered that the magic items had not yet been handed over to his sister, that they could only be left at home for her to keep, and that he could not bring them with him to the Royal Caleban Army School in Wangdu for training and learning.

It was a couple of tightly wrapped boxes in corners of the wall, and the first to be opened was a clear crystal ball nearly fifteen or six centimetres in diameter, except for a paper filled with rags and torn into a strip.

Claude took this crystal ball out very carefully and put it on the bed: “You said it was funny. No, this magical talent test crystal ball was actually used by those vendors as a toy for aristocratic children, along with those Puppet Horses and all, for a price of one gold crown, which is still due to the fact that the crystal ball is too big. I was too lazy to bargain with him and promised to buy it. ”

My sister was curious to hold this crystal ball with her hands, using some of her own magic, and then saw it change from transparent to colorful.

“Come on, stop playing with this. We're already magicians, and we can't measure the magnitude of our magic gift with this, which is for testing children who haven't practiced magic. Do you remember that magician Landers wrote in his diary how he passed the magic talent test, with this crystal ball?

I bought this for you to test if Little Booker was as gifted with magic as the two of us, even though you said he couldn't see the blue words hidden in the recipe when he was little. Now he is also fourteen years old, wait for him next year to try again, if you find that he also has a magical gift, see if his personality is more stable, whether or not it is up to you to let him also learn to practice magic. ”Claude said while removing the other long box.

Sister put away the crystal ball: "Okay, brother, I'll listen to you. ”

Claude finally opened the long box, and it was a one-foot long, curved, somewhat odd wand with several sparkling gems on it: “This is the wand used by the magician, sold by the hawker as a noble wand, and I don't think that the wand is made of silver or gold. I guess this is also a heirloom from a nobleman's family, which unfortunately was sold by unidentified people. Using this wand to perform spells can increase the power of spells by one third, while also reducing the magic consumption by one third...”

This can be a real priceless treasure, and with the depletion of magic resources, wands like this that increase the power of magic have long become rare. After all, the materials that can make the wand are the skeletons of some rare warcraft. When the warcraft is extinct, there will be no more materials to make the wand except for the well-kept wand.

“This wand belongs to you, and I think you can disguise this wand, put a little shovel on its head, wrap it in a cloth strip, and it looks like a small pill hoe. And no one cares and suspects that you, as a pharmacist, carry a handlebar hoe...” Claude gave his sister an idea.

My sister loved to play with this wand and tried a few harmless spells to see if it would reduce her own magic consumption, as Claude said.

“But brother, will doing what you say affect the effect of this wand...”

“I don't know, why don't you take this and test it yourself...” Claude said irresponsibly, then pulled five thick beast books out of the other box that came with the right package.

“I have always suspected that the wand and the five magic books all come from the same aristocratic family and that they must be very close to that island of Higros.” Claude said.

“Is this a book about magic knowledge?” Sister asked.

“Uh, no.” Claude replied, "It's a history book, from the memory of a magician on the island of Higros, describing how a magician was driven out of Farea six hundred years ago by a mortal with a gun. Of course, his ideas differed considerably from ours, as he believed that the magicians had been deceived by the nobility of mortals to form a guard force armed with firearms to suppress the ups and downs of the continent.

The result was unexpected that the nobility of these mortals had long been in love with those who resisted, using the negligence of the magicians to raid the magical holy city of San Paz in the name of transporting magical materials, destroying the intended expansion of the General Tower transmission array, severing the connection between the magicians and the Canvas face of the High Magic World, and completely extinguishing the hope that the magic materials of the High Magic Position World would be used to revive the entire magical civilization era...

So he cursed the firearm in the book as the weapon of the devil, the only thing a mortal can rely on to fight the higher wizards. In the second volume, he describes the battle scene of San Paz City's collapse, where the five-ring battle magicians flew into the sky and were beaten down by mortal musketeers like fat ducks. Even though they covered the mortal area with fireballs and lightning bolts, there are still surviving musketeers shooting at them...

The squared musketeers covered a large area of space at a time, and any five-ring combat magician who appeared in that area could not resist the countless guns that had been sprayed, falling from the sky one by one, into the mud of a beach. When these five-ring battle magicians crashed, they became cattle and sheep to be slaughtered. They had no resistance at all in front of the gunman's bayonet, one stabbed to death in the street, in the room, in the lab and in the magic tower... ”

“I don't like reading books like this.” Sister said.

“Keep it if you don't like it. After all, this is real history and we can learn from it.” Claude said.

The rest of the magic items are small pieces of jewelry that Claude specially prepared for her sister.

“Why are you buying these jewelry? I'm not used to wearing them on my body.” Sister said.

“These are sort of magic jewellery with a micro magic charm array attached to them.” Claude said, "You just don't like wearing jewellery and you can use it to study, like this pair of earrings, which has a name for a bug, and you can wear these earrings to hear people talking a long way away. For those of you who like to listen to gossip spread secret messages, this is an artifact that eavesdrops on the privacy of others...

And this necklace, with this ruby attached to the matrix of refreshment, you try this on to practice meditation, which I'm sure will work well. In addition, both bracelets are replicated with a protective technique, a thorny wreath, activated to allow the disgusting person to retreat to a meter away from you and no longer entangle you. There's also paralysis, which can paralyze people who have physical contact with you after activation, or animals.

Although these two spells are very short and only last a few seconds, they can save your life in times of crisis. I also have an idea that I want you to study and see if you can restore the spell array structure of these spells based on the spell array of miniature spells engraved in these jewelry so that we can apply them directly... ”

My sister realized that Claude didn't buy these magic jewelry for novelty and fun and for his own value, but what he liked was the spell engraved on them. These spells he doesn't have yet, and perhaps these magical objects will be one of the sources of his collection of spells.

Restoring spells from these magical objects is easier and easier, and safer, than postulating a spell's spell array structure empty-handed. To deduce a spell requires constant application for experimentation in order to find the best spell magic array structure shape, a little carelessness can cause magic rephasing and damage to yourself.

And it's much easier to restore the magic character array structure of a spell from these magic objects. Just duplicate the magic character array engraved on the item first. If you succeed in duplicating on other items, you can almost figure out the structure principle of that whole spell. You can use your own magic directly to apply the spell success of the grasp of eight, nine, ten.

“I know, I'll study the magic jewelry.” My sister packed up all this stuff.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Sister asked.

“Tomorrow, tomorrow, I'm going out for a day to visit Chief Felidos, Uncle Thomas, and they have to say hello to these affectionate clients. Otherwise, they'd say I don't know how to be polite or anything..." Claude complained, and he actually preferred to stay home and sleep. But there was no way to destroy the Cyclops, and it's estimated that half of the people in White Deer City will know he's back tomorrow, so they won't be able to make it without visiting the big guys.

“Then take off your uniform, I'll wash it and dry it for comfort at night, and tomorrow you'll have to wear it to pay a visit.” Sister said.

“It's late, you should get some rest. The uniform doesn't look dirty yet. We'll deal with it for another day tomorrow. ”

“No, it's all stained. You can see it from a closer look. I'll use magic to help you clean it up at night. It's quick, it won't be too much trouble, hurry up...” Sister urged.

“Okay, okay, okay, you're in charge.” Claude couldn't help but take off his uniform and give it to his sister. In fact, he brought another uniform, but it looked older than the one on his body.

When the sister left, Claude fell on the bed. This is a home that hasn't been home for five years. At this moment Claude felt separated in bed. Soon, she fell asleep...