My Magic Age

There was a faint scent of lavender floating in the room, the door to the laboratory was ajar, and the moonstone chandelier on the ceiling gave off a soft halo.

Scholar Yerkes heard me talk about buying a large piece of land in the Hierro plane, and also mentioned that there is a quiet shallow lake in the Black Forest with pleasant scenery, which can't help but arouse his interest in the Hierro plane. He told me that he wanted to go to the Hierro plane in his spare time.

I told Scholar Yerkes that after the dark forces of the Abyss retreat this time, they want to open a mine on the plane of Yero and build a town there, at the original site of Trum Shangjian may also recruit some civilians who are willing to settle in the Yero plane, whether it is Population is the biggest prerequisite for opening a mine or building a town. I believe that as long as we are willing to provide toll subsidies to those poor wanderers, and then allow them to be exempted from land tax in the next three years, they can cultivate the land around the town for free. If there is land, people will definitely come.

The water in the teapot was boiled by the flames sprayed from the magic scroll, and white water vapor spurted out from the spout, making a long beeping sound like a steam locomotive.

Yerkes smiled and said to me: "It seems that you will have to prepare a large amount of money in the future. Mining and building a town require a large amount of money upfront."

I said to Scholar Yerkes: "You know, this is not difficult for me. It's nothing more than drawing a few more magic scrolls. But speaking of which, what are your recent plans?"

Scholar Yerkes raised his eyebrows, used an iron clamp to pinch out the fire-gathering magic scroll under the tea stove, and then re-rolled it into a scroll and put it on the ring of Malian grass on the side. Then he lowered his head and thought for a moment, Then he said with emotion: "Me? It's not the same as before, designing some drawings of magic patterns in the research institute all day long. This should be regarded as the life I want most!"

It can be seen that the Yerkes scholar is very proud of his love life and the casino recently. His eyes naturally show happiness, which makes me realize that the faint lavender smell in this laboratory may come from this laboratory. Mistress, my eyes spread around, and I became more and more sure of my guess, because this laboratory has obviously become much tidier.

The words of Scholar Yerkes interrupted my random thoughts: "When I was at the El City War College, my biggest dream was to apply what I learned one day and draw the magic pattern construction drawings with my own hands."

He was very talkative.

"You know, Jijia, I can't hold the engraving pen with my hand. Every time I hold the pen, it keeps shaking. I can't control it." As he said that, Scholar Yerkes raised his hand and did something to me. We gave a simple demonstration, which looked a little funny. The two of us looked at each other and smiled, and the laboratory was filled with cheerful laughter.

I guess Yerkes must have untied the unknown knot in his heart now, so he can so frankly confide in front of me the past events that he least wants to mention and the hand that he can't hold a pen with.

Yerkes took a sip of the scalding hot tea, and then his eyes showed a look of nostalgia. His eyes drifted to the stained glass window nearby. His thoughts may have wandered outside the room long ago, or they may have crossed time and space. This is what he said The pace slowed down a bit.

Just listen to what he said: "I think when I was studying, an inscription teacher told me that I was destined to be unable to design a magic pattern structure in my life. At that time, I had just graduated from the Magic Academy, and there was a... Oh, Yes, when I feel hopeless, I feel like the gods are opening a door for me. The door, and at the same time, a door was closed. It was the door of my dream, which made me feel mysterious. The silly model drags the robes quietly and looks forward to the posthumous weapons bag.

Then, I saw him spreading his hands with some melancholy and saying to me: "But this plan may have to be postponed indefinitely, at least until I realize my dream. Jijia, you will help me." , right?”

I immediately replied without hesitation: "Of course, this is my rarest learning opportunity. This is a rare opportunity that every magician who wants to become an inscription master dreams of. For us, learning how to design the optimal The magic pattern construction drawings are far more important than skillfully drawing magic scrolls. "

Yerkes nodded happily, patted my shoulder with his slightly thin arm, and said: "I have never given up on the research on the magic pattern array. Even if I know that I can't hold a pen, I have also been learning a lot of knowledge about magic pattern construction. When I was young, I traveled all over the Roland continent. If there is a place, I will look for the library there and apply for a librarian or handyman job so that I can have the opportunity to read a lot of books after work. I have also worked as a teacher in some junior magic academies. It is a pity that many senior students in Roland Continent I’ve never been to a magic academy, and I’m not qualified enough to teach advanced magic courses.”

He smiled again: "When I was young, I had a dream to design a successful magic pattern structure."

I said, "You've succeeded, haven't you?"

He shook his head: "No, of course not. I know you are talking about the suit we made before, but it is too special. If it weren't for that person... the needs are somewhat unique, no one would wear that suit. Constructed with magic patterns.”

He described his idea to me: "My dream is to design a normal set of primary magic rune structures, like the 'Light Wind' set on the thorn-tailed crystal lion leather armor, the 'Eye of the Eagle' set on the wind snake leather armor, and the 'Power of the Giant Bear' set on the two-headed fire snake leather armor. I want to design a set of magic rune structures with classic attributes, so that every inscriptionist will print my exclusive mark when drawing the magic rune structures I designed."

When he said this, an extremely hot light flashed in his eyes.

It turned out that the dream of Yekis scholar was like this. No wonder he locked himself in the laboratory and kept drawing those primary magic rune structure drawings. It turned out that he wanted to design a set of primary magic rune structures that surpassed those classics.

When I walked out of the Yekis scholar's laboratory, I couldn't help thinking: If it weren't for the hands of Yekis scholar and his own magic cultivation that restricted him, maybe he could go further on the road of inscription master, and maybe he would have become a master-level figure in the field of inscription literature.

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Walking into the laboratory of the great scholar Sindki, as a famous scholar in bioengineering at the Imperial Capital Magic Research Institute, Sindki had no time to care about a small fish like me. He casually sent away a magic assistant and took me to see Deborah.

It was a very strange feeling. Standing next to her, I seemed to be able to feel that the harpy in the nutrient tank was a little irritable.

A trace of terrifying dark aura permeated the warehouse next to the laboratory, making this huge warehouse seem a little cold. There was only such a glass-filled body in this warehouse. The assistant who was responsible for cleaning the magic laboratory for the great scholar Sindki stood far away, and he was timid and didn't dare to come over.

Deborah originally had a violent beast aura in her body. Now that she has merged with such a body, she is also infected with a strong dark aura. Although she is trapped in this glass vessel to heal her wounds, the dangerous aura she exudes is no less than that of a second-level magic beast. The magic assistant was oppressed by this powerful aura and didn't even dare to approach.

Standing next to the glass container, I saw the harpy who was in a coma in the nutrient solution. The sutured wounds on her body have now completely healed. I seem to be able to hear her heart beating strongly, forcing the purple blood into the blood vessels throughout the body, and then pumping it into the ventricle.

Every beat of the heart is like the tribal orcs beating the war drums. The constant rhythmic drumbeats show that she has extremely strong vitality.

Roughly speaking, Deborah has been recuperating in this glass container for more than two months.

The Great Scholar Emperor of Hindki told me that the bones that were pieced together in Deborah's body in the nutrient tank have now completely fused together. In the days to come, it will be the fusion of various latent primitive forces in her body.

These forces can be regarded as a great collision between her own bloodline power and the primitive power brought by this body. Generally speaking, after the collision of the two forces, the stronger side devours the weaker side to form a new bloodline power. Even if this bloodline power does not reach the level of one plus one equals two, it will never decay too much.

Every month I need to pay a large sum of money to the scholars of Hindki University for the nutrient solution, and I also need to come here regularly to deliver fresh blood to the nutrient grass to maintain the magic contract between me and Deborah. This situation needs to be maintained until she breaks out of the nutrient tank.

Blood dripped into the nutrient solution in the glass container along my arm. A layer of light blue ice flame floated on the nutrient solution. A layer of floating ice slowly condensed on the surface of the light green transparent nutrient solution. I stretched out my hand to break the floating ice in the nutrient solution so that the blood could smoothly merge with the nutrient solution.

Seeing that the blood in the nutrient tank was almost changing the color of the nutrient solution, I retracted my arm. In the surprised eyes of the assistant, the wound on my wrist healed automatically. The flesh and blood around the wound cut by the dagger seemed to have a strange life, constantly wriggling, merging together, and then the wound disappeared.

Putting down the cuffs, looking back at Deborah in the nutrient tank, I always felt that although she was sleeping, she seemed to know: I am here.

Wings of two extreme colors, one black and one white, wrapped around her body. She curled up in the nutrient solution like a baby. Her long silver hair had been dyed green.

Just as I turned around to leave, I clearly felt her eyelids tremble twice, as if she was struggling to wake up, but she was bound by some kind of force and could not break free no matter what. She seemed to have a kind of dependence on me and did not want me to leave.

The magic assistant at the door of the warehouse stood there pitifully, looking at me expectantly, with that kind of resentful little look, almost begging me.

I didn't care if Debra could see it, I gently waved to her in the vessel, and regardless of whether she could hear it, I gently said: "I'll come to see you in a few days."

Turned and left the laboratory warehouse with only a glass vessel.

...

The door of the magic potion department warehouse was open, and the warehouse was empty.

Qi Ge was wearing a simple black magic robe with her sleeves rolled up to reveal her white jade arms. She stood beside the shelves and looked up. Whole rows of shelves had become empty. She frowned, her curved eyebrows raised high, and three vertical lines were engraved on her smooth forehead.

I didn't expect that it has now reached such a point that even the internal herbal medicine warehouse of the Magic Pharmacy Research Department of the Imperial Academy of Magic has been declared to have run out of magic herbs.

In the Imperial Capital, the most prosperous place in the Green Empire, all resources require external supply. However, now the grand dukes in various provinces of the empire are caught in plane wars. At this time, other supplies are okay, but only magical herbs have been completely cut off. supply.

Take Duke Ryan's original words: His own plane can no longer be saved, and the wounded soldiers under his command can no longer drink healing potions. With only these herbs, he sent a hammer to the imperial capital!

Yes, this is a true portrayal of the mood of the dukes in various provinces. They are looking forward to the most critical moment of this war. As the most powerful man in the Green Empire, Charles the Great can send out his elite army. , help them drive away those plane invaders. Unfortunately, even though Emperor Charles has a group of elite knights, there are too many wars in various planes. Among the royal family, the princes who can lead the battle have already entered the battlefield, but It still seems a bit unhelpful.

It was at this time that the supply of materials to Green Imperial City in various places had shrunk a lot. The most terrible thing was that the imperial capital was extremely short of healing magic herbs. In fact, not only healing magic herbs, but other herbs were also scarce.

"Jijia, I want all the magic herbs you have hoarded there. Help me transport them to the imperial capital quickly!" Qige didn't look back and just said this to me lightly.

I didn’t ask why, and without any hesitation, I said decisively: “Okay!”

Qige finally turned around and looked at her eyes filled with anger, as if she was on the verge of violence. She tried her best to control her anger and took a few steps towards the warehouse door. Still unable to hold it back, she kicked her away. There was an unsightly sealed magic box next to it. The box made of metal rune plates slid on the ground for more than ten meters and hit the table leg with a muffled sound.

Walking out of the Magic Herb Warehouse with an angry look on our face, Takama and I looked at each other and followed quickly.