Law of the Devil

(Today's update, 2 in 1 chapter)

Chapter 123 [Brain Genius]

Coming out of this crystal ball magic store, Dewey Xin walked forward and was attracted to another weird-looking prop store beside him.

The shape of this store is a complete tree!

In the hall of the Magic Union, the front, back, left and right are strange buildings, but the only tree standing here alone. From Dewey's visual observation, I'm afraid even seven or eight strong men can't surround themselves. The trunk sticks straight into the ceiling, and I don't know how tall it is, and the roots are buried deep in the floor beneath my feet. Dark trunks wrapped around strange green vines.

Most strangely, this vibrant tree was completely emptied of its interior and turned into a tree-shaped house, without knowing how it survived.

Anyway, the bark surface was dug out a square window and a rectangular door. Empty backs are arranged to look like a room. When Dewey walked in, she saw a wooden cane hanging a man's height at the door.

Obviously, this is a place where magician wands are sold.

Standing inside this tree, in front of a tall wooden counter, the room was filled with boring floral smells, but Dewey was immediately attracted to all sorts of wands hanging from the surrounding walls!

The wand is also an essential piece of equipment for magicians. A good wand must be made of special wooden materials, as metal is often repellent to magic. The wand is extremely demanding of wood. For example, in Dewey's magic baggage right now, there is a semi-finished wand, a gift from the Magician's Guild of the Rollin Plains. It's a chop of walnut wood, and it's made from the first sprouted branches in the spring.

Dewey understands a little bit about wands, and magicians are usually weak because they are obsessed with magic research for a long time, they are unable to exercise and have insufficient strength, so the weight of wands is of course as light as possible.

At the same time, the wand needs to be strong, because it must be able to withstand the fluctuations of magic smoothly when performing magic.

The third point is equally important: Magic! Although metal is repellent to magic, making most tree magicians choose wood to make wands, not all wood has good magic properties. There's a lot of wood that doesn't fit.

Light and sturdy, with good magic.

Typically, the most used wood on the market made of magic wands in the Roland Continent is divided into three grades.

The lowest level is a type of wood called "Purple Roe Tree”, which is light and sturdy and easy to collect, especially in the south, where the sun is abundant all year round, making this wand highly sensitive to fire magic and suitable for fire magicians.

But the weakness of this purple family tree is obvious: in addition to fire system magic, the use of magic in other systems requires a huge discount. Moreover, especially when faced with water magicians, this wand is particularly afraid of dampness, which, once wet, greatly impairs its utility. It's naturally made of water.

However, because of the ease of collection and production, typically low-level fire magicians on the continent choose this wood. This was also the initial choice of most fire magicians.

There are plenty of materials in the middle, and the most widely used tree on the continent today is called the "Rotong Tree”, which is naturally very magical and sufficiently robust. It's just a little heavy. And most importantly, cultivation is not easy, growing only in the southern part of the continent, close to the southern marshes. Most precious of all, a hundred of these timbers are searched for, and it is not necessarily possible to find a suitable wand material in them. Because most of the lotus trees are heavy in wood and weigh even more than the same size of metal! Only some rare varieties are lighter in weight.

And the finest material, now recognized, is a "walnut tree”, the world's most common tree in Dewey's previous life. But oddly enough, the walnut trees are scarce on the Roland continent!

The process of making a wand out of walnut trees is very special, and it is necessary to pick an old tree over 50 years old, and then wait a year for spring to take down the branches of the first bud in the new spring, so that this material is considered optimal. Whether it's weight, toughness, or magical conductivity using magic from all walks of life, it's top notch!

But the walnut trees are already scarce in Roland, and usually the walnut trees cannot grow to 50 years of age! Unless there are professional magicians who can be carefully cultivated with a variety of magic potions. This makes this material even scarcer. Many magicians on the market use wands called walnut trees, but most trees are barely 50 years old and are not necessarily the first budding branches of early spring. So it's going to be a lot worse in every way.

Dewey looked around the store and found that the wands here are semi-finished, most of the materials are Chinese, and occasionally you can see one or two fine walnut trees. According to Dewey, an experienced magic pharmacist, the level of knowledge of magic plants shows that the trees are not old enough at a glance.

“May I help you?” Just as Dewey watched freely, behind a tall counter, a head emerged.

He looked about thirty years old, had a big head, and his neck was pitifully thin. The hair on his head was thin and his face was blurred, as if he'd just woken up, especially since Dewey was ridiculously wearing a one-eyed pair of glasses, apparently a magnifying glass of the kind used by craftsmen when carving. He was wearing this thing, and it was funny to see a pair of eyes on his face, one as small as a yellow bean, and the other as big as a bull's eye under the action of a magnifying glass.

The man protruded from behind the counter and wiped the saliva hard, apparently falling asleep. I saw the servants on Dewey and ran out the back of the counter and bent over to salute her: "Hello, Dear Magician, do you need a wand? ”

Dewey glanced at him and was slightly surprised that he was not wearing a silver magic apprentice robe, but a grey official magician robe! Though the magician's badge he wore made Dewey look a little strange.

Slightly stunned, Dewey recognized that the man in front of him was a magician's robe, but his true identity was a magic pharmacist!

A magic pharmacist is not as good as a magic apprentice.

This is a fact recognized in the magic circle.

But Dewey started out learning magic potion. Of course, he didn't look down on the magic pharmacist. He laughed so politely: “I was just looking, um, I was wondering, why are all your wands semi-finished here? ”

The guy with the big head grinned and laughed: "You're kidding... where's the wand selling the finished product? I only provide wood materials to make magic wands. And the magic gems that are embedded on it, you're going to find a few houses in front of you. The process of making wooden canes is different from that of refining magic gems. I'm only good at woodworking, and I don't understand alchemy. ”

Dewey nodded and grabbed a black walnut tree and weighed it in his hand. “This walnut tree doesn't look old enough, does it? ”

“Of course, this one in your hand, made from 20 years of walnut wood, is already hard to come by. If you really want to find 50 years of walnut wood, I'm afraid there aren't many on the continent! Moreover, 50-year-old walnut trees are considered forbidden by some great magicians. How can they be exploited and sold?” The man looked at Dewey and laughed: “However, 20 years of walnut wood has been hard to come by, everything is fine. Many intermediate magicians are willing to use this wand, you...”

Dewey smiled and dropped the one in her hand: “I'm just curious about the craftsmanship of the wand. Let me ask you, how can I make a finished wand if I have the right wood and the right stones? ”

With no intention of purchasing, and no impatience whatsoever, this big brain is still polite: “Well, there's a magic prop shop around the corner, where you can carry on making all kinds of props, as long as you provide the right materials yourself, and then you can do what you want. ”

“So, the Magic Matrix pattern on the wand, they can do it too?” Dewey frowned.

He had seen Gandalf's wand, which looked blind, and even wood was not walnut wood, and he did not know what it was made of. Most importantly, on the wooden wand, many strange patterns are engraved, obviously a kind of auxiliary additive magic.

This big brain brightened its eyes as if it heard the topic of its greatest interest and immediately became much more enthusiastic: "Looks like you are an experienced great magician! Generally, some auxiliary magic on the wand is possible. But because of the difference in materials, only the finest wood can carry magic, and some low-grade materials, such as purple and lotus wood, can't do it. Walnut wood is okay... but you also know that the best material to draw a magic array is crystal stone. Wood, even better wood, has a slightly worse adsorption to magic. So with auxiliary magic on the wand, it can only be some low-level lighting and magic amplification technique. If you want to add powerful magic, I'm afraid you can't do it. Even if you had 50 years of good walnut wood, you wouldn't be able to meet that requirement. ”

Dewey smiled and said, “In that case, it's better to make a wand out of pure magic crystals. ”

This big head couldn't help but laugh, slapping his thigh, his face suddenly showing a surprise look: "Yippee? You think so, too? That's what I thought! In terms of magic conductivity, nothing compares to crystals! Not even the finest wood walnut! I've calculated that equivalent spells, applied, have a slightly five-fold increase in efficacy compared to crystals and wood! However..."

And Dewey came along, and he said, "But what? ”

This head sighed and a helpless expression appeared on his face: "But when I came up with this idea, the teacher scolded me so miserably... Alas, after all, this method was just a fantasy. ”

Dewey frowned and immediately thought about it and understood why.

A wand made of pure crystal? Typically, wands are more than a meter long, and most magicians use wands as tall as one person. This big, made of pure crystal stone, I'm afraid no two or three hundred kilograms can make it!

Two or three hundred kilos? I'm afraid even a fierce savage samurai with a giant two-handed sword in his hand doesn't weigh as much! Have weak old magicians waving wands that weigh many times more than the weapons in the hands of savage warriors to fight?

There really needs to be such a good wand, I'm afraid none of the magicians from all over the continent can lift it!

It's a fantasy.

This brain is obviously a somewhat obscure person of that nature, who meets a person who is actually interested in what he is studying, forgets everything from time to time, forgets to talk to Dewey.

“Though it is impossible to use pure crystals. But it's not like there's no way to improve wood.” His eyes flashed with fine light.

The wand, by magic principle, is actually a magic amplifier. The better the amplifier material, the less unnecessary the magic is consumed and the power is naturally better when performing magic.

“I've been researching and finding a lot of materials over the years, but they are all congenital defects, such as purple family romance, which is good for fire magic, simply because fire magic is even better than walnut wood. But other systems are not, and are particularly restrained by water systems. If a magician with a purple family roman wand meets a water magician, then it's completely inferior... I've been studying these tree plants for years... if I can hybridize and grow them..."

The more the brain said, the more oblivious, I couldn't help but dance and dance: “For example, I mixed purple family romance with a cattle vine, which was originally the least afraid of water, I think I can neutralize the weakness of purple family romance afraid of water...”

Dewey's face was silent, but the surprise in his heart was like a tide!

This big head, this confused guy, is a genius!

Tree bridging? Hybridization?

This kind of thing, Dewey, was naturally known in previous generations, and modern technology of previous generations, naturally could do it. But in this world... everything but magic flourishes almost as it did in the Middle Ages!

Plant hybrids? I'm afraid it's horrible!

Looking at this head, one of his hands fell into Dewey's eyes and let Dewey's heart move! These fingers are thick and sturdy with thick cocoons over the palms of the hands and plenty of cracks wrapped in a layer of adhesive tape. These hands, unlike a respected magician, are mostly like a gardener who deals with plants and soil all the time!

“... unfortunately, I cultivated a lot of strange things myself, but in the end my teacher saw me and yelled at me, saying that I was not doing my job, that everything I cultivated was burned, and then I was brought here to make the wand... The teacher said that I still had a good eye for wood, alas..."

Speaking of which, this big head had to sigh.

Dewey's heart is pounding... a guy like that sent to work in a store? It's a violent thing!! His teacher, Dewey, really doesn't know whether to kiss him twice or kick him in the leg!

Wasting the talent of such a genius guy is something to kick. But if that's not the case... how can I possibly have a chance with Master Dewey?

Dewey thought about it, and he had an idea, and he couldn't help but reveal that particular smile on his face - if there were a Rollins next to him at this moment, he would recognize that the young master's smile is almost exactly the same as it was when he blackmailed poor little Vivian!

“This dude, don't be discouraged...” Dewey said softly, immediately asking: “I'm interested in your opinions. In fact, I have a lot of research on magical plants myself, so why don't we sit down and have a chat... By the way, after all this time, I don't know your name? ”

“Me?” His head smiled, looking like he had no heart. "My name is Seth. He is the disciple of Master AZ in the Magic Union... Alas, I have been with Master AZ for 20 years, but he is the most useless of his disciples..."

Dewey secretly remembered the name.

But... AZ?

Dewey knows the name better!

Grigg Witch? Aziz?

Dewey remembers, like the magician that Grigg hates most in his heart! When the Ghazi witch followed AZ into the frozen forest, and met Medusa, AZ ran away alone and abandoned his companion!

Is that the magician??

Turning his mind, Dewey looked very calm and smiled: "My name is Dewey, and I'm from the Rollins' family. ”

“Ah, you must be the new Bachelor of Magic.” Sete smiles: “I've heard your name. Now the Magic Union is talking about you. Dear Lord Dewey, The Magic Union has not recognized a new Bachelor of Magic for decades! It's just...” Sett glanced at Dewey and was a little embarrassed: “I just didn't think you were so young. ”

Dewey smiled and talked to Sett about something on the magic plant. Sett was pleased that today, when magic pharmacology is going down, the new Bachelor of Magic has so much research on magic pharmacology! Sete is a simple person with no heart, speaking of happiness, dancing and forgetting etiquette.

They were talking and suddenly they heard someone outside shouting: "Ah! Lord Dewey, you're here. I've been looking for you for half a day. ”

Speaking of which, there was a man outside, the Clark Mage.

Dewey glanced at Clark and had to stand still. Clark's appearance at the moment is very different from yesterday's. Not a day later, this grey guy, he looked much better, and his eyes revealed a sense of pride. The grey magician robe is also brand new. And there's a slight difference: the badge on his chest, in addition to the original magician-level badge, adds a peculiarly styled badge: a tiny wand, not a gem shining at the top of the wand, but a six-star pattern.

Sete stunned and saw Clark, and had to show a little fear - no matter what the times, dark magicians were always fearful. This big brain is smart, quickly let go of the waving hands, the fearful whisper: “Ah! Master Clark...” After a pause, I suddenly saw the badge on Clark's chest. I couldn't help but snap it and change my mouth. “Ah no, Deacon Clark! ”

Deacon?

Dewey's mind is hidden. Probably a senior position in the Magic Union, isn't it? I'm afraid this deacon's status is not low, as Seth feared.

Dewey's right. In the Magic Union, where do the great magicians devote themselves to the study of magic on a weekday basis, where is the kung fu to manage the normal affairs of the Magic Union? And in this case, the magic union, the enormous day-to-day affairs, are presided over by several deacons. Being a deacon is like gaining power in a magic union!

Clark brought Dewey back to Emperor Safe and even saved Dewey's life because of the credit he made for this incident about Dewey, which was promoted by the chairman... which also shows the importance of Dewey in the eyes of the Magic Union now!

“My Lord Dewey, I just got out and I heard people say you're here. I've been looking for you for a long time. Come on, now, Lord Chairman must really want to see you. ”

Clark naturally had no good face for a little first-degree magician (and the most despised pharmacist), sweeping Sett a little and coming up and pulling Dewey out.

Dewey paused and smiled at Seth: "I'll come to you sometime. ”

Leaving a stunned set, Duvi and a puzzled Clark left together.

Dewey is a very smart man, looking at the badge that came out of Clark's face, and Sett's temporary change of mouth just now, he realized that Clark was mostly promoted, and that he was promoted after returning to Didu with himself, and that most of it had something to do with him.

“Forgot to congratulate you, Deacon Clark.” Dewey laughed. Clark was afraid to be arrogant in front of Dewey and smiled, “You're welcome. Lord Dewey... you are a Bachelor of Magic with a much higher status than my Deacon. A little butler, not worth mentioning. ”

Not worth mentioning? I'm afraid not!

Though Dewey was not familiar with the specific concept of deacon, they walked all the way in, and all the people they met on the road gave their respects to both of them. And looking at Clark's eyes with a hint of awe, Dewey can hardly imagine, this deacon, surely not easy!

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