Wizard: I brought the wrong system

There is no direct connection between the loss of electricity and the ability of the copper tag to fly?

Yarrow couldn't understand.

Even he couldn't understand what caused an ordinary solid bronze medal to fly.

Is it magnetism?

Judging from the electric sparks that exploded the moment the bronze medal touched Heli, this possibility is indeed possible.

But if it is really magnetic, why are so many metals in the laboratory not attracted?

"It's not very scientific, but maybe it's witchcraft?"

There were too many doubts in Yarrow's mind, but no one could answer him.

"Harry, just saying 'come here' to this copper tag will make it work?" Yarrow asked, and he was going to experience the effect of this treasure for himself.

The little girl took a deep breath, adjusted her spirit, and explained seriously: "No, I tried many times, as long as I want it to come over, it's fine, but if I don't say this, it's hard for me I figured that out in my mind."

The little girl's words were a bit obscure, but Yarrow roughly understood the meaning.

"Just think about it? Can you use words to integrate the thoughts in your mind?"

"It's kind of like the incantation you say when you cast a spell."

Under the guidance of the little girl, Yarrow tried many times, but he couldn't make any movement on the copper tag.

Not only Yarrow, but Bevin also failed to try.

"Respond only to little Heli? A copper tag for the owner?"

"He Li is just an ordinary person! With her meager mental strength alone, how can she activate the Transcendent Treasure?"

It's just that Yarrow's mental power can't penetrate into the bronze medal, and he can't perceive whether there are any strange magic lines in the bronze medal.

"If it fits with witchcraft, then what kind of magic pattern is producing the effect, and when did it produce it? And who would start with an ordinary copper hanging tag and transform an ordinary copper tag into such a magical one? treasures?"

An extraordinary item that can be used by ordinary people, even if its power is not great, it is still a very valuable treasure.

After Yarrow carefully questioned little Heli back and forth, he finally learned about the process of changing the copper tag.

"While making the generator, a bolt of lightning struck outside the house? Then the copper tag is different?"

This process gave Yarrow an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

"Isn't this the same as what happened when I measured the speed of light? This is also the so-called 'vision'?"

When it was learned that this was also a product of a vision, many unreasonable questions finally had an answer.

"If you look at it this way, will the generator be my vision reward?"

"What miraculous effect will the vision reward I get from measuring the speed of light have?"

"Discover the unknown, explore the unknown...the world is so interesting!"

It's a pity that there are gains and losses. When many people have extraordinary powers, it is difficult to find a peaceful and quiet place in this world.

Yarrow didn't have time to study these issues, not even the vision reward 'dynamo' that might belong to him, he didn't have time to look carefully.

He asked Holly to study the weight change, range of influence, and strength of the 'copper tag' by himself, and then turned around and went to the warehouse.

……

The tough weeds penetrated the soft soil and struggled to come to this world full of soft sunshine.

The next moment, it was mercilessly pulled out by a vicissitudes of life woman.

There were several festering chilblains lined up on the woman's palm, the wound was pitch black, and pale palm bones could be seen faintly, but the weeds stood out even more conspicuously.

"Little Harry, eat quickly, the newly sprouted black cypress grass is soft and sweet."

Little Harry rubbed his swollen stomach with his skinny arms, and looked at the woman with a playful smile: "Aunt Sam, look at my stomach, my stomach is full of meat, I'm not hungry, give it to my brother."

The woman was carrying a monkey-like child on her back. The child's facial features were completely sunken, withered and yellow like a skeleton, and its skinny limbs hung limply on the woman's side, swinging back and forth with the woman's movements.

"Your brother...he won't be hungry anymore." The woman's face twitched, as if she was smiling, but she smiled, but two lines of tears unconsciously flowed from the corners of her dry eyes.

The numb crowd stirred for a moment, and some looked at the woman named Sam in surprise.

"……Oh."

Little Harry replied calmly, took the grass ball, chewed it casually, and swallowed the grass ball.

The cold grass activated his calm stomach, his stomach convulsed unconsciously, and a gust of sour water rushed to his throat.

The child stretched its neck, like a force-fed duck, and the naked eye could see the movements of swallowing again and again through the narrow neck.

If a child has read a book, he may be able to describe it as a burning pain in the stomach and the entire esophagus.

If a child has ever drank alcohol, he may say that it feels like drinking the strongest alcohol in the world.

It's just that he didn't know anything, but he was used to this feeling. He lowered his head and drank a few sips from the muddy pool of water by the roadside, forcefully suppressing the nausea.

"Aunt Sam, bury my brother, you are tired."

Little Harry may not know about other things, but he is used to seeing life and death, so he knows that the dead should not drag down the living.

For some reason, he kept his voice low on purpose.

Aunt Sam: "I don't have the strength to dig a hole, let's save the strength to walk."

Little Harry looked up at the woman: "Aunt Sam, then put my brother aside and come back to dig a hole for him when we have strength."

"No, put him down, those monsters will eat him!" Aunt Sam's attitude was very firm.

"Aunt Sam..."

Little Harry's voice was amplified. Of course, it was louder than before, but it was actually a normal voice.

"Huh?" Aunt Sam looked at the stopped child in puzzlement.

"You can't take a dead person with you," Little Harry's dark eyes were as calm as ice. "A dead person will attract monsters."

His emotions are like two extremes.

When he was alive, he was his younger brother, and no matter how hungry he was, he would let him eat, even if he would be the one who starved to death later.

But if it died, it was just a waste, a poison that would lure monsters.

The lifeless refugees around seemed to be awakened suddenly.

"Aunt Sam, why are you not as sensible as little Harry?" A militiaman armed with worn-out weapons accused the passers-by while being wary of them.

"Look, how many people were there in our village, and how many people are there now? We won't be able to resist any more monsters." A middle-aged man of the same age stated the pros and cons.

"Sam, Sam, you want to kill us!" An elderly man shouted angrily with trembling fingers.