My Magic Age

In my dream, I saw the young goblin Jijilu lead the goblins in the village back to the mysterious cave and steal all the demon blood I hid in it. When I went to get the demon blood again, I found that the mysterious cave buried by stones had disappeared. The blood pool was a mess, and the broken stones on the ground looked messy. I stood there at a loss, and the whole world was spinning.

The legendary demon blood is blood that never coagulates, it is the blood of corrosion and corruption. Even if it is placed in the stone pool in the cave for a hundred years, there will be no change. The demon blood will not evaporate in the air. I only took five bottles of demon blood, which was enough to refine five large bottles of Jade Fire Ink. If I used all of this ink myself, it should be enough for a month. But when I walked out of the magic potion shop, the owner of the potion shop sneered in my heart. The next moment, I looked down at the magic ink bottle in my arms. It was just five empty bottles, which I held in my arms stupidly. At this moment, I sat on the ground in panic, not knowing what to do. An empty ink bottle rolled to the ground and hit the stone on the roadside, breaking into two halves. I looked at the broken glass bottle on the ground blankly.

The scene turned, and the gray color in the night filled my eyes. A three-headed hellhound stared at me coldly. In the endless darkness, its anger and roar made me feel very panic. I ran away like flying, desperately running, but the three pairs of eyes kept staring at me. It opened its bloody mouth and pounced on me, swallowing me in one bite. At this time, I woke up from a nightmare.

I opened my eyes and saw a ghost moth on the ceiling, like a skeleton's face smiling coldly at me. My heart was still beating non-stop at this moment. I woke up from the dream with cold sweat on my forehead. The wet and cold feeling made me uncomfortable. My muscles were very sore. I think it should be a nightmare.

The morning sun shone through the glass window. I got up from the bed absent-mindedly, looked at the two magic belts hanging on the top of the bed, rubbed my head gently with my hands, jumped off the bed barefoot on the wooden floor, walked to the front of the mirror, looked at myself in the mirror, and I was a little thinner recently...

This is the sixth morning since I returned from Xinliu Valley. These days I always have nightmares at night, and often wake up in the morning with sweat all over my head.

Today is Friday. After a week of classes, I ushered in a new weekend. This week I plan to go to the temple with Yingli.

The academy is still the same, it seems a bit loose outside but tight inside, the pace of learning is not very fast, but almost everyone in our magic class is practicing meditation day and night, even Thomas who has Molten Core is no exception. I am the only one in the class who seems to be very different. It seems that I have never been very interested in practicing meditation. Every time I see the space geometry teacher in the corridor, the space geometry teacher always puts on a helpless look of disappointment.

I know that the space geometry teacher has a problem with me because I have never done some geometry exercises he assigned seriously. I borrowed other people's homework, most of the time it would be Yingli's, sometimes Marvin's, Fatty Bobby's, or Theresa's. In short, I rarely complete it independently. I don't know how this space geometry teacher found out.

As a result, I almost became a negative example for the entire magic academy. Every time the spatial geometry teacher gave me some encouraging words during class, he would always use me as a negative example. This teacher would always say: You children who are favored by the goddess of luck, since you have become magic apprentices, why don’t you take advantage of your youth and vigor to study hard? If you don’t work hard in this golden age, how can you know if you can do it! Look at Swift, his talent is not better than any of you, but he is indeed the one with the highest cultivation in the entire magic class. What is the reason? What does he rely on? Diligence can make up for shortcomings!

Look at Thomas, this child is from the fire magic class, his teacher Flanders has boasted more than once that his magic talent is the best student among the freshmen of this year, but what about him? Isn’t it that he is diligently practicing meditation and steadily tempering his magic foundation. No matter how talented a child is, he also needs a solid magic foundation, isn’t it? These two are both sprinting for the fourth-level magic apprentice in the near future. These are the excellent students in our magic class.

But what about some students? Even if they have some good talents, do they think that they will have everything with good talents? Does success not require hard work? Naive, childish, ridiculous, pathetic! When the space geometry teacher said the last eight words, he always stared at me closely. The meaning in his eyes was obvious. Finally, he added: If you can't become a magician, what's the point of learning inscriptions well?

Every time I say this in class, I feel guilty and want to bury my head under the table, but I can't refute it. Do I really have to stand up and say loudly to this geometry teacher: Teacher, I am already a fourth-level magic apprentice, okay?

... Beautiful dividing line...

Recently, the focus has been on the laboratory, because during the whole day, Yekis has to overturn all his previous settings according to the magic patterns in the rock golem, and then constantly calculate those new magic patterns, and finally enhance the function of the mechanical transmission part, so he has been busy these days. And the places where I can help Yekis are also very limited. Of course, the amount of magic red copper I brought back is somewhat unexpected, it is simply too much.

The five magic waist bags are filled with magic red copper. Because the specific weight of these red coppers is a bit large, there are more than ten thousand pounds in just five waist bags. God knows whether I have bought all the red coppers collected by the goblins in the underground world of Xinliu Valley this time. Anyway, I can't care so much anymore. In order to be able to draw more magic rune metal plates, I have tried my best.

All these red coppers were poured by me on the floor of the magic laboratory. The solid hardwood floor was smashed beyond recognition by those irregular red copper metal blocks, and Yekis was so angry that the beard on his lips curled up. Later, Yekis began to complain directly that the red copper should be sent to the blacksmith shop to avoid damaging his floor.

The knowledge involved in the engraving of magic patterns is very broad, but how can a new student like me know so much? I rely on my strong memory to remember a lot of magic pattern theories. Some things are difficult to understand, but it doesn’t matter. Remember them first and learn the knowledge points later. Those systematic knowledge often coexists and crosses. If you understand one link, the things that you can’t understand in other links will suddenly become clear and you will understand them.

I attributed this to the powerful power of my spiritual sea, which can arrange the new knowledge system logically. In just one week, a pair of magic red copper wristbands have been worn on the hands of Rock Golem. Because the wristbands are small items, the four semi-circular magic pattern metal plates do not require much work. It took me only four days to complete the drawing. On the fifth day, the Yekis scholar took the time to assemble these magic pattern metal plates into a pair of giant wristbands. The magic pattern on the wristbands was "precise". I didn't expect it to be successful.

In addition to the magic red copper, we harvested five bottles of demon blood. Each triangular glass bottle was filled with bright red liquid. This intermediate magic material is used to synthesize magic potions. I sent these five bottles of demon blood to a magic potion store of a decent size and asked the magic pharmacist there to help me connect them into five bottles of Jade Fire Magic Ink. The pharmacist who helped us make the Jade Fire potion wanted to buy one or two bottles of magic ink in the end, but I refused.

However, the magic pattern of "Magic Catalysis" is a bit complicated. Every time I draw such a scroll, I can almost use up all the magic power in my body's magic pool.

In this way, every time I practice making the magic sample of "Magic Catalysis", the most lacking thing is magic value. I thought of some ways, such as opening the blue crystal magic stone drum for a long time to keep the "magic recovery" always in operation, and then I frantically drew magic scrolls, but I was not discouraged by repeated failures. These days, I feel that the volume of the magic pool is almost at the peak of the third-level magic apprentice. After repeated tempering in the laboratory, my magic level is limited, but I still persisted. I didn't learn to make the "magic catalysis" magic scroll, but the magic pool grew up. This can be regarded as a blessing in disguise!

Finally, talking about the excellent quality one-handed axe from the demon world that I got, at the beginning I just thought that the pattern of this axe was very exquisite. Later I began to notice that the material of this axe was not ordinary, or it was carefully made with some materials that only exist in the demon world. It was very heavy to hold. This axe is very sharp, and I found in a book in the library that this one-handed axe has an extraordinary name: Shura Axe.

...beautiful dividing line...

I talked to Yekis about my recent nightmares.

I asked Yekis: Why do I always get stuck in endless nightmares all night long, and it's hard to wake up even if I want to?

Yekes said frankly that he was not an expert in soul power, so he knew very little about my question, and even the answer he gave me might mislead me. Finally, under my burning gaze, he said to me cautiously: Maybe the soul has been hurt in some way!

I immediately explained: My spiritual sea is fine and has always been calm.

Yekes shook his head with a gloomy face and said to me: Mental power and soul power are not the same thing at all. Mental power is a property of the body, while soul power is some sayings about the control of the body. I have been having nightmares recently, mostly because my soul has been damaged. The priests in the temple of the Statue of Liberty have a deep study of soul power. Maybe I should go there to find the answer.

I always feel a little bit uneasy about this matter, fearing that the great prophets or seers in the temple will see some clues.

But now I can't delay any longer. Maybe I can go to the temple to see Su, whom I haven't seen for a long time. She is a priest apprentice who is really busy. It has been two months since she went home. I don't know who can take care of her in the temple. After all, it is not so convenient for her to be in a wheelchair. Although she is capable of taking care of herself, I am still very worried about her in my heart. I want to go to the temple to see her.

Generally, people have one soul, and there are also awkward situations where two souls share one body. The slightly stronger half of the spiritual power occupies the dominant position. Occasionally, when sleeping, the weaker soul will come out, which creates some people with dual personalities, or there are several souls squeezed in one body, which becomes multiple personalities. Usually, the more souls there are in the body, the more unstable the power of the soul, but it is rare that one soul is unstable, so Yekis encouraged me to go to the temple to find a few high priests and ask them to help answer.

Yekis and I sat on the floor of the laboratory with our backs against the test bench, posing a decadent look without any posture, and each of us held a cup of coffee in our hands. Now our laboratory is neat and clean, and all the magic materials and magic components are placed on the shelves and organized in an orderly manner. These are not my masterpieces, but Theresa who came here temporarily to help. She has to clean the laboratory carefully almost every day.

At this time, my miscellaneous work was freed, allowing me to devote more energy to studying the composition of the rune metal plate.

After taking a sip of the fragrant coffee, I could see the rock golem parked outside through the glass window. Recently, many students from other colleges came here to admire the rock golem that was as tall as a mobile fortress. They sat in groups of three or two on the lawn of the laboratory building, chatting or discussing the structure and purpose of the rock golem.

I sighed and thought: How long have I not sat with a few friends leisurely like this and talked about some interesting topics? Every day I stayed in the laboratory, boringly drawing the same pattern on the metal plate with a magic chisel. It was really boring!

When he took a break and drank a cup of coffee, Yekis' eyes were still carefully looking at the structural drawings of the magic puppet, and he was still mumbling: What is the problem...