My Magic Age

I stood in front of the workbench holding a magic carving knife with a black wooden handle. The blade of this black carving knife is only two centimeters long, and the edge is made of mithril. There is a groove on the tip of the blade, which extends all the way up to the wooden handle. There is a place to store magic ink here. I rolled up my sleeves slightly, holding the magic carving knife in my hand, thinking about the simple structure of the fire magic array and the key points of drawing the array, and looking at the magic parchment. At this moment, I extended my magic perception. I have never felt so deeply that the world around me is so vivid.

The moonlight ink is restless in the glass cup and constantly generates magic power. These magic powers form bubbles that rush to the surface of the ink and spread into the air, making a sound of "pop pop pop" as bubbles burst. I can even feel that the magic energy contained in this bottle of moonlight ink is like a tide. The surging energy constantly impacts the ink itself, allowing the excess magic energy to dissipate bit by bit. I think if I wait until the magic energy in this cup of moonlight ink subsides, it will probably be the last moment for the magic power of the ink to dissipate.

The palm-sized magic parchment on the wooden table was spread very flat. The delicate lines on this parchment told me that Qi Ge must have turned over all the parchments in the tray before finding such a piece of magic parchment with such a delicate texture and no hidden injuries. You should know that the level of leather making seriously affects the quality of magic parchment. A good magic parchment not only has a delicate and smooth surface texture, but also requires the leather maker to not damage the magic sheepskin during the leather making process. Otherwise, once the thin-skinned knife leaves a hidden wound on the sheepskin, when the carving knife carves the magic pattern structure, once the carving knife passes through the hidden wound on the sheepskin, the magic power will dissipate and directly lead to the failure of making the scroll.

I used my magic perception to detect that there was no hidden wound in the skin layer of the magic parchment in front of me, and the lines were delicate and even. I raised my hand and dipped the magic carving knife into the moonlight ink, and used it on the tip of the pen to condense a weak magic power. The subtle magic power calmed the magic potion on the tip of the pen, and I planned to draw the magic pattern array in one go.

Well, it can be said that at this moment I found the familiar feeling of my previous life. That feeling is like something I was born with. Every time I hold the carving pen, I feel a sense of familiarity. I think it won’t take long for me to forget that I used to be a chef of cold dishes and forget the habit I practiced for three years. Maybe I can no longer use a kitchen knife to peel radishes on the chopping board, and maybe I can no longer use a cooking knife to carve a radish into a purple rose, but I can still hold the knife steadily and can freely carve complex curves.

The moment the magic carving knife fell, my perception followed the ink on the tip of the pen into the magic parchment. I clearly felt the ink containing magic power constantly surging with magic power. I had to use my weak magic power to maintain the stability of the magic power in the ink, and I had to change the weight of the pen at any time to make the magic pattern lines meet the requirements of the detailed explanation.

This requires the inscriptionist to not make any mistakes when engraving the magic pattern array, otherwise the entire magic pattern drawing will be wasted. And when engraving the magic array, if you can't draw a stroke, there must be no flaws in the connection between the strokes. The magic pattern structure of the fire formation is not complicated, but several turning points are a bit clumsy. However, I have looked at this pattern for several days, and even carefully studied every subtle point. Whenever I encounter a difficult place, I will be more careful. When my magic engraving pen draws the last stroke on the parchment, I gently retract my arm and let out a long breath.

At this time, there was already a simple but slightly twisted magic pattern array on the magic parchment. At the moment the array was completed, the entire scroll surged with gentle fire elemental power. These fire elements formed a pattern of magic array on the parchment and slowly seeped into the parchment. At this moment, I retracted my magic perception and sat down on the chair with a sense of relief.

"Done?" Qi Ge cheered in disbelief, then carefully held the scroll in his hands, slowly rolled it into a roll, and tied it with a horseweed. This magic scroll that looks more like a brown rice roll was officially completed. The entire magic scroll is only ten centimeters long, rolled into a thumb-thick paper roll, which looks very small.

I didn't expect that I would succeed in making a scroll for the first time. I felt that almost two-thirds of the magic power in my body was exhausted, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly: The magic value in my body is really pitiful now! I took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off my face, only to find that my hair was already wet. I looked down and saw that the front of my shirt was soaked with sweat, and it was cold and sticky to my body.

Qi Ge's excited little face was like a blooming lily. She gave me a hug with a smile in her eyes, and then said to me happily: "I said, why is my ink not working well? It's obviously those poor inscription masters who don't do their job! My magic ink is also fine, haha. I really want to go back to school quickly, take the magic scroll and smash it in the face of those annoying guys, and then I will tell them loudly, go to hell!"

I struggled to escape from Qi Ge's arms, picked up the teacup and drank a big sip of water, wiped my mouth hard with my sleeve, then turned around and stood in front of the workbench again, picked up the magic carving knife, and said to Qi Ge: "Before the magic in the ink evaporates, we can draw two more pictures.\

,""Well, well. When you can't draw anymore, we'll go test the power of the magic scroll!" Qige said excitedly from the side.

The second magic scroll succeeded again when I exhausted all my magic points. I clearly felt the 'warming' magic array in my body flickering slightly. Every flash of the heating magic array in my body means a little increase in experience.' The magic skill of "heating" relies on the depletion of magic value in the body to increase proficiency. I don't know how many times it will take for the heating magic in my body to reach level four.

I sat on the pitchwood floor and entered a meditative state to restore my body's magic value as quickly as possible. After fifteen minutes, my body's magic returned to its full state. All right! Although Sister Guoguo taught me that meditation is the most basic magic value restoration magic, it is not so incredible that it can completely restore the magic value in a magician's body in just fifteen minutes. So I was able to return to the overflow state just because my body simply couldn't store more mana.

The third and fourth magic scrolls were drawn by me continuously.

Qige asked me a little strangely: "Is the success rate of making magic scrolls so high? Jia."

"Ah! Maybe, I'm not sure about this. Maybe it's because the structure of the magic pattern is too simple?" I said uncertainly.

The magic circle of heating hidden in the body flickered again, and I continued to use meditation to restore my magic power. Looking at the pile of fire-gathering magic scrolls on the table, Qige finally couldn't help but said to me: "Jia, let's make some 'frost' scrolls next. This should be a very powerful ice magic scroll. Look. The magic pattern looks very difficult."

Because I successfully made fire-gathering magic scrolls one after another, my confidence was unprecedentedly increased and I said excitedly: "Then let's give it a try!"

At the last corner, my carving knife shook slightly. Before I could even control the magic power on the pen tip, I felt that the pen tip was no longer under my control, and my hand was pushed aside by an invisible force. Son, a puff of black smoke came out of the magic antelope parchment paper on the table with most of the magic pattern circle drawn on it, and it was completed. Half of the magic pattern array suddenly burned on the magic parchment. I was so scared that I didn't know what to do. I was worried that the fire caused by the magic scroll would burn down the magic caravan. I jumped on it while the fire was still small. She put out the fire with her body. Qige chased me and grabbed me and said, "What's wrong with you? Are you afraid of being burned?"

At this time, my body was already leaning too far. Under Qige's pull, my left hand was pressed on the burning magic parchment. I quickly took my hand back with a "squeak" sound that was hot. Qi Ge reacted faster, picked up a towel nearby, poured the entire pot of tea on it, and covered the magic parchment with a wet towel, and the fire was extinguished.

"How about it, let me see it quickly!" Qige hugged me quickly, reached out and grabbed the bell rope in the corner, and called to Singh.

In fact, I didn't feel how hot it was. It was just my years of habit that caused me to panic so much that I couldn't control myself and screamed loudly when I put my hand on the flame. When I turned around and pulled my hand back, I realized that the burn was not serious, just a faint red mark, and it felt a little burning.

Singer heard the sound of the bell. Wearing translucent silk pajamas and a coat, he walked up to us. He opened the door and asked us what we needed.

"Bring the burn medicine quickly, Jia was burned by the fire!" Qige said loudly to Singer, but after grabbing my hand and examining it carefully, she looked at me with some confusion, then turned to Singer and said : "Oh, Jia seems to be fine, you go to sleep first!"

"Oh, okay! Call me if you need anything." Sister Singh left inexplicably.

Qige looked at my hand several times before finally putting it down and saying, "How could your hand be fine?"

I thought for a while and said, "Old Kulu told me that this may be caused by those burning fruits that have been burning me in my body in the past two years, causing my body to develop fire-attribute resistance! I'm sorry. , burn your test bench black!"

Qi Ge scratched the tip of my nose, and then said with a smile: "As long as you are not hurt, the table will not be burned. Even if it is burned, you can't jump on it. Don't put out a fire so recklessly next time." Oh, you are an inscription master. I never expected that I would pick up a treasure. Ah! I thought you were a very interesting, cute, story-telling, sensible kid who could cook, but I didn’t expect you to have many secrets. Don’t reveal that you were born a magician. You might not. You know how many people are jealous of your magic perception."

Then she regretfully threw away the broken and scrapped magic parchment and asked me: "It's a pity that the scroll failed this time. Do you still dare to come?"

I said, "Of course, no problem. I still want to see what kind of power 'frost' has! After resting, I'll try it again."