Law of the Devil

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Chapter 128 [Crazy Stone]

It was the mouse who described the stone like a cow, and Dewey was shocked. He swallowed the mouth and held this colorful stone, the size of his fist, and couldn't help but ask: “Is this really so precious? ”

Gerger sighed, the little yellow bean eyes filled with mulberry, turns out a dirty mouse face, actually held out the expression of a few centuries-old tall people's depression: “Humph... in the eyes of the inventor it is the treasure, in the eyes of the non-inventor, it is a stone. But... I'm afraid very few people recognize this stuff these days. ”

Dewey thought about it, that's right. The two disciples of the old lunatic Eriko, while also strongly opposed to the old lunatic giving himself the stone, did not perform too intensely. If this thing is as powerful as the Grigg Witch says it is, I'm afraid it will be taken in the morning. And Clark, who doesn't care from the beginning to the end, doesn't seem to recognize the goods.

Dewey came interested, caressed this thing slowly, even peeled a nut and handed it to the Grigg witch. The mouse chewed on the nut with a smile. “You're lucky to have something so good in your hand, but you know how to use it? ”

“I don't know. But I think you do. ”

The Grigg wizard throws the nuts in his mouth very cleverly, and then he stretches his paws: "Bring me what the Magician gave you last time. I'm useful. ”

Then, Dewey handed over the magic bag, and the mouse drilled into it, drumming it for half a day, and touched out a leather bag. This is a simple tool sent by the Magician's Guild that specializes in making magic items. It allows the Magicians to carve some magic patterns, inject magic, carry magic, and so on on on on on on their weapons. It also cuts some magic crystals.

“Five colored stones are the best gift God has ever given to a magician. If a magician possesses such a thing, he can do several times or even dozens of times as much in battle!” The Grigg witch picked the right tool and glanced at Dewey: “Your current magic is barely even close to the intermediate magician, but if you have something like this... even if you meet the Great Magician in the future, at least in magic, you can stay out of the wind! ”

Then, Gerger spit and said dry tongue before telling Dewey the exact effect of this colorful stone.

When a magician is in battle, a deep magic spreads out, inevitably losing a lot of power.

And a magician who has lost his magic is basically no different on the battlefield than a lamb to be slaughtered. So, in order to avoid this, magicians carry around things that quickly replenish magic and maintain combat power when their magic runs out.

The magicians of the Continent of Roland, among the commonly used magic items that must be around them, is the magic potion. Magical Potions made with many different formulas circulate in the Magician's Circle. Because of the role of magic drugs, and in some ways, the status of magic pharmacists has been improved. The formulations of the various magic potions currently circulating on the continent vary, as do the preciousness and ultimate potency of the materials used.

But even a better potion… to be clear, is to use the special functions of magical plants to stimulate the magician's instincts - a principle that is similar to that of stimulants. After all, a person's mental capacity is exhausted, and it can be supplemented by not taking a few pills. It's just the use of drugs to stimulate people, impose exhilaration, and a brief spiritual boost.

Although it does have some effect, Dewey understands that this drug is actually harmful to people in the long run.

You can also use some magic crystals if you don't need a potion. Some powerful magicians can collect the finest magic crystals and use them to make ornaments like rings. The Magic Crystal is by far the best thing known to man to reserve spiritual power. The magicians usually put their magic into the crystal and store it. In battle, once their magic is exhausted, they extract it from the magic crystal that carries them and maintain their fighting power.

It's like a backup battery.

But the problem is… even the finest magic crystals have too little storage capacity. Even a magician with the finest magic crystal rings on his fingers can store up to one or two more intermediate magic.

And the great magicians, like the Nine Magicians, usually master one or two curse-proof magics! The power of the curse is horrible, but the power consumption is also terrible... even the most powerful people on the continent, like the Ninth Magician, are basically drained after one such curse. Even if the fingers are full, the magic crystal will not hold enough capacity to carry out a second curse.

“Theoretically, the more stockpiled the belt, the cheaper it becomes in battle.” The Grigg Witch smiled.

“A magician can simply carry a space magic item with him. Such as my magic baggage, then even with more magic crystals is fine... even with a ton, isn't it enough?” Dewey laughed bitterly.

“Ignorant boy!” The mouse blamed Dewey very politely: “You think the magic crystal is worthless? Even wealthy magicians cannot collect too many of the finest magic crystals! And... even if you have a ton of crystal, carry a strap? Humph, in battle, you take out the magic bags, take out the crystals... in such a short time, your enemies have killed you a hundred times! ”

That's right.

Dewey nodded and endorsed the statement.

“The colorful stones are different… this crystal, if used to store magic, is incredible in capacity and can even be as big as you can imagine! ”

Grigg smiled a mysterious smile, then took out a small cone made of sterling silver, and took the colorful stone, Jing Dang knocked it a few times, finally knocked it down only about a fifth of the size of Dewey's little thumbnail cover, sneaking it to Dewey, and smiled coldly: “If you don't believe me, you can try it yourself. ”

And Dewey had some confusion, and the result was this tiny little bit of crystal: "So small? ”

After all, he has done a lot of magic experiments with Solskaya, and has done things like storing magic with magic crystals. Dewey remembers that even if he had a few fine crystals, a fist-sized crystal, his own magic drained by half, it would be full.

But a tiny bit bigger than rat poop... can it help?

Gerger looked at Dewey coldly: "How do you know if you don't try? ”

Soon, after about a meal, Dewey changed color!

He was tired and dizzy. Although his body had not been damaged, he had an empty feeling of dizziness in his brain, only that he felt his mental strength had dried up completely and his forehead was covered in sweat!

He injected almost all of his magic carefully into this tiny crystal.

“A characteristic of a colorful stone is that when it reaches saturation, the colorful light on the stone will disappear, and it will look like an ordinary stone, with no shine.” The Grigg witch said, looking cold at the tiny bit of sesame size in Dewey's hand...

Still, bright and shiny!

Dewey changed color: “Is it this big? ”

Your current level of magic is basically comparable to level 5 magicians! Not to mention the power of magic, but simply the strength of spelling magic, Dewey is pretty good on the mainland! But all my spiritual strength is injected, and such a small thing doesn't seem to change!

“It's early!” Gringo grins: “At your current level of magic, wait for you to recover before re-injecting… so many times for a dozen days, it is estimated that this little thing will be full. ”

So this little grain can store all the magic of a dozen Level 5 magicians?!

“If you encounter an enemy battle, even if your magic power is less than your opponent's, but you have such a baby in your hand, I can make you a ring to wear on your fingers... in battle, your own magic runs out and you can instantly draw reserves from it to use... then your enemy will face a dozen magicians of your level and endless attacks! Think about it… If you have this endless amount of powerful magic, at your current level, even if you meet an eight-level magician and fight down, you have at least the ability to defend yourself! As long as they're not super magicians who can impose a curse, it's hard to beat you! ”

A super stored battery?!

Dewey threw up his tongue and looked at a colorful stone with a big fist in front of it... such a big thing, if used to store magic, would probably store hundreds of magic of its own equivalent! So when fighting, with this thing around you, your enemies will have to face hundreds of their own attacks!

How refreshing! Advanced magic one after the other! Even if it consumes magic, it can exhaust the other party and beat the other party to the ground!

Hahahaha!

Looking at Dewey's proud appearance, the Gwizard guessed Dewey's thoughts, and it coldly interrupted Dewey's fantasy, grinning: "Do you think this thing is that simple? A magician on the continent wouldn't covet this thing for three feet if it was just a simple spare for storing magic! Let me tell you, the most wonderful thing about this thing is that it's the only material on the continent that's been thought to be the core of a magic scroll for thousands of years! ”

Dewey's body shocked and his face changed dramatically, as if a hammer had hit him so hard in the heart!

Forbidden magic scroll?!

Of course, the magic scroll Dewey knows what it is. The magician carves some magic in the scroll beforehand, throws it out immediately in battle to achieve instantaneous effect, and doesn't need to consume his magic in battle.

But on the continent, the magic reels that appear are mostly low-level and intermediate magic! Occasionally one or two of them can seal their advanced magic onto the scroll, and they are already high up in the rank of Archbishop!

The reason is... to seal a premium magic in the scroll is so hard, the hardest part is magic! How much magic can a magic scroll hold? Less magic, not enough to make more powerful magic!

But…

“This little colorful stone, its magic storage is amazing! A tiny grain will store enough magic to start a magic curse! Look at this big piece in front of you... if you make a magic scroll against spells... how much can you make?” The Grigg witch said, his eyes couldn't help but shine a few crazy lights!

Even a top magician can only perform a curse once!

Prohibited magic, as the most powerful magic at the peak of the magic class, is powerful and terrifying, and Dewey, though he has not seen it with his own eyes, has heard of it after all. For example, the legend has it that a great magician on the continent is now mastering a fire-based magic called "Flaming City”! Once deployed, it is powerful enough to instantly destroy a medium city of over 100,000 people! When the flames pass, the grass will not grow, everything will be burned to ashes!

But with such horrible magic, the magic drain is enough to drain an eight-level magician into adults! Unless you are a Level 9 magician, you will never be able to do it, and you will only be able to do it once, you will basically lose your fighting power.

But if you can make a forbidden spell scroll?!

My god!

Dewey swallowed a mouthful of spit! If you carry a hundred and eighty Prohibition Magic Scrolls with you, and you encounter powerful enemies, throw three or five Prohibitions at will... stop talking about the Holy Knight or the Magic Master! Even if you meet the Dragon clan chief, you can make it die without even the scum left!!

It's a treasure!

Dewey grabbed the colorful stone, and this time he grabbed it, he won't let go!

God, this is like carrying a hundred and ten nuclear bombs with you!! If Aragon crawls out of his grave, I can blow him back!

“There's no need to curse magic.” Grigg laughed: “As long as we make a dozen advanced magic scrolls for you, you're definitely the best on the continent in terms of destructive power. Of course, factors such as the use in combat must also be taken into account. ”

Dewey nodded. After all, the curse is horrible, but you don't have any magic curse. And such horrible spells can't be learned even if you want to. Which super magician would teach anyone anything?

Advanced magic spells, Dewey knows a few things. The last time Vivian left herself, she told herself six spells, all the most powerful magic Vivian had. Though at Dewey's current level, it cannot be carried out at all, but with spells, with colorful stones, it should be possible to make magic scrolls!

Hmm, carry hundreds of advanced magic scrolls… I'm afraid there's nothing wrong with crossing the continent.

Although the Grigg witch also sees this kind of thing, he understands that he is a mouse and has not had much hope in his life. Now it's all about Dewey, and he thinks about it, and he whispers, “This thing is too precious to be used right now, but it's not in a hurry to build a scroll. Perhaps in the future you will learn the curse and it will be of great use. Now, this little grain has been knocked down, and I'm going to make you a ring, and you put it on your finger, and you have a dangerous situation, and you have the ability to protect yourself. ”

Although not a great alchemist, the Grigg Witch is capable of making some basic magic items.

Dewey had just consumed all his spiritual strength in this gem, and with so much to say, there was some support. Sit down and close your eyes to meditate to regain your spirit.

Just sat there all day, didn't even eat lunch. It was only in the evening that Dewey opened her eyes.

It's so sad to feel like this whole body is drained of magic. It's like my brain was ripped out of my life! But when the meditation was over, Dewey opened her eyes and felt something different!

He tried slightly to develop his spiritual strengths. Spiritual power unfolds silently, becoming more and more entangled like a spider silk web! As soon as Dewey's mind moved, he had already tried, allowing his spiritual strength to congeal up into an invisible contact angle and spread out on all sides. And after exhaustion today, it's like this growth that completely depletes all the power and recovers, but it's more capable of exercising spiritual strength!

Though not very significant in terms of overall quantity, he can feel his spiritual strength becoming more concentrated! Spread the tentacles quietly and spread out the spiritual power like a spider web, while the body is energetic, as if it had endless magic!

Dewey sat in the room, with her eyes closed, but with the expansion of her mental strength, every little detail in the room was just as straight into her mind!

With further expansion, Dewey's contact angle has spread out of the room, spreading on all sides, as if he could “see" everything around him!

Dust on the corridor carpet... Carefully walked past the maid... then went out to the courtyard, the flowing wind, the fallen leaves on the tree... even the lines on the leaves were so clear!

Gradually, Dewey felt her spiritual power expanding more and more, almost covering a space within 100 meters of the surrounding circle diameter! Hiddenly, Dewey is a little curious, he wants to try out where his limits are...

Slowly wandering through the corridors, bypassing a walking servant in the Count's Palace, even these people breathe as if in their ears!

Finally, Dewey closed her eyes and a little spiritual power spread outside her father's study yard!

Hmm?

Dewey thought a little hesitated and was about to retreat. Suddenly, she heard a cold “hum”!

This hum is killing Mori! It's like a thunderbolt retreating to Dewey's ear!

Dewey felt a shock in her heart and then felt a rush of slaughter and hit her hard with her mental acupuncture angle!

With a bang, Dewey felt a sharp tingle deep in her head, which made Dewey almost instantly dizzy.

“How dare you! Sneak a peek at the Count!” As Dewey's mental power stabbed directly into Dewey's heart, Dewey felt a blast of dizziness, ear blaring, and the already formed mental force tentacles burst under each other's crash.

Sitting in the room, Dewey opened her eyes violently, holding her hands to the table, one fell on the ground, her mouth was dry and she was sweating cold.

After a moment of asthma, Dewey slowed her breath and found herself meditating almost half a day to recover her spiritual strength, almost consuming most of it just after this exercise.

Father's study seems to have a master sitting in town! Dewey was relieved when he calmed down and made sure he wasn't hurt.

In the Count's study courtyard, the Alpha guard looked at the sky coldly, holding his arms and gazing like a sword.

“What's the matter? Alpha?” The voice of Count Raymond was heard in the study.

“Count…” Alpha turned around, facing the study, whispered: “There's a magician here with magic! How dare you! In Didu, there are magicians who dare not obey the rules, this mess! ”

A moment of silence, the door of the study slowly opened, the Count came out in a white gown and looked at the Alpha Guardian, smiling slightly: “Huh, is the magician probing us... Alas, that thing still prevails now after all. And this time I was caught in the middle...” He frowned slightly: “But, is it a deliberate demonstration that some magicians are blatantly disobeying the rules and using magic to probe here? Those guys at the Magic Union are getting arrogant! ”

“Lord Count.” There was a glimmer in Alpha's eyes: “Do you want me to go... if the other party is using magic detection, it's definitely not far from here! ”

“No need.” Count Raymond sneered: “Let them go! There are only a couple of days left. Let's wait for the summer festival and see how it turns out. His Majesty hasn't had much will lately, as if he had taken a silent stance on all the acts of the Magic Union, so we might as well lay low. ”

Dewey, sitting in the room, did not know that he had made a random mental probe, but caused his father's skepticism, not to mention that, in places like Emperor's, magical probing of a nobleman's mansion was also an act of hostility for a magician.

Dewey is alone in the room right now. Rat Grigg is already behind Dewey's bedroom, in a clean house that Dewey cleaned out, studying the colorful stone behind closed doors and helping Dewey make a ring. And QQ... that guy is with the rat as long as it doesn't mess up.

Dewey is out of his mind, guessing how there is such a master in his father's study... who can detect his magic, surely a man of unmistakable magic! But my father seemed to be a samurai master, but no magician, right?

Is... Alpha Guard Chief, is he Magic and Martial Dual Cultivation?

I was thinking, suddenly I heard footsteps coming from the corridor, but Dewey heard clearly.

Then someone knocked on the door, but it seemed that the voice was not a servant.

“Brother! Brother Dewey! Are you in there? It's me, it's Gabriel!” A joyful child's voice sounded outside the door, precisely Dewey's younger brother, the genius young master of the Rollins, Gabriel.

Three words: moon ticket!

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