Mage's Secret

When Murphy entered the door, Traphael was performing a deduction. There was a lot of movement when he entered the door, and Traphael's calculation was interrupted.

Traphael looked up at Murphy and saw that his expression was as serious as the previous few days, so he guessed that the box of medicine given to him yesterday should be useless again.Seeing that Murphy seemed to have nothing to say to him, Traphael stopped talking to him and lowered his head to continue the calculation.

But when his train of thought was interrupted, Traphael's pen became stagnant, and he had to revisit his own calculation process.Looking back, he discovered that his algorithm had many loopholes.After counting, he could only get wrong answers. Traphael couldn't help being a little annoyed, crumpled up the parchment and threw it aside, picked up a book again and flipped through it.

Murphy also didn't care about what Traphael was doing, he walked straight to the bookshelf, and browsed carefully in front of the bookcase that was full of books and reached the ceiling.

He followed Traphael's suggestion yesterday to see if he could find any useful treatment methods, and he was idle anyway.

In the end, he pulled out a tome called "Ozevina's Encyclopedia of Magic Materials", and leaned on the bookshelf to flip through it.

His idea is very simple. Since ordinary medicines cannot cure it and magic must be used, it may be feasible to use magic materials as medicinal materials.

He held the five-inch-thick encyclopedia and casually flipped through it. To be honest, he didn't have any hope of finding useful materials, just as a way to pass the time.After all, he has never seen the materials recorded in this book. The magical system of the Demon World and the mainland are completely different, and the species are also different. There are no such plants or ores in the Mainland.Similarly, many resources in the Demon Realm do not exist in the mainland—this is probably the reason why the Demon Realm has not invaded the mainland for so many years. If the resources cannot be used, then no matter how rich the mainland is, it is no different from wasteland to them.Spending a huge price to capture wasteland, as long as there is no problem with the brain, no one will do it.

A human and a demon were each concentrating on the matter in hand in the quiet study room, and the atmosphere was harmonious for a while.In the end, Traphael broke the silence first: "Do you know any spells that can be used for healing?"

The devil sneered: "If I knew it, I would have used it long ago."

"How does the Demon Realm generally perform treatment?" Traphael asked.

Murphy replied while flipping through the book: "We generally use medicines, but the materials used are different from Ozevina's."

Traphael put down the pen in his hand, turned to look at Murphy, and asked, "Don't the Demon World use healing techniques?"

"Very few demons will use it," Murphy said. "Spells like that are usually family secrets. Believe me, spells that remove curses in the demon world are much more practical than healing spells."

Traphael nodded in disappointment and turned back.Just when he picked up the pen again, the demon suddenly let out a short and rapid exclamation.

Before Traphael could turn his head, Murphy walked up to him with long legs and stuffed the thick tome in front of him.

He lowered his head and looked at the overturned page of Murphy, which recorded several plants with special magical properties. Just when Traphael guessed that it was the plant that made Murphy react so strongly, Murphy pointed to one of the small flowers with six petals of different colors clustered together.

"Pharaoh?" Traphael asked.This is a very special plant, even among all kinds of strange magic plants.The flower grows only in the Deman Valley on the whole continent, and it only blooms on a starless moon night in mid-December.But its peculiarity lies not only in the harsh growing conditions, but in the picking method.This kind of flower will only appear in the light of magic, and it can only be picked if the hands are covered with pure magic, and it will quickly wither within an hour after picking.

In other words, this is a flower that only spellcasters can pick, and has a very short shelf life.Due to its special attributes, traveling magic merchants would not sell it, which indirectly made this flower very rare.But while it is rare, it has no "value".A mage once studied it, and the conclusions drawn were disappointing. Unlike its special growth and picking environment, its attributes were quite mediocre, almost no different from ordinary plants.

So when Murphy pointed out the Fara flower to Traphael, the latter failed to understand the devil's intentions in time.

Seeing the mage looking at him in confusion, Murphy explained: "I have seen this plant before. Although the flowering period is different from what I know, its appearance and nature are exactly the same as the plant I know."

Traphael nodded, but was still confused: "So what?" But when he asked this question, he quickly reacted - the Demon Realm is very different from the plants on the mainland, and Murphy was summoned to go to the mainland The farthest place is Karen. The magic materials he has seen are all materials stored in the mage's tower, but he has seen the Fara flower, which shows that the Fara flower also grows in the devil world.Coupled with the joyful expression on Murphy's face, and what he said about the demon world being treated with medicine, Traphael had a guess in his mind.

Sure enough, Murphy clicked on the page impatiently and said, "The Hidden Shadow Flower—that's what you call the Faluo flower. It is a kind of medicinal material in the devil world and is used to make healing medicine. But I don't know how to make medicine. How effective is it when used alone? I can't guarantee that either."

The worry in Traphael's eyebrows and eyes gradually dissipated with Murphy's words. He smiled gently and said, "It doesn't matter. As long as there is such a possibility, we will try it. And since it will be used for medicine, we will It is enough to show that it has an effect on trauma.”

As soon as Traphael finished speaking, he found that Murphy was looking at him strangely. He couldn't help frowning and asked, "What's the matter, is there something wrong with my words?"

Murphy paused before replying, "No, no."

Although he didn't want to admit it, but strangely, hearing Traphael's gentle voice and those words that should be comforting, Murphy's irritability and anxiety caused by uncertainty were wiped away a lot, as if he had really found a cure The same mood became lighter, and there was an unspeakable feeling in his chest. Although it was very faint, Murphy could be sure that it was a feeling similar to peace of mind and joy.

Suppressing the weird feeling in his heart, Murphy turned his gaze back to the books spread out on the table, and changed the subject: "Then how do you plan to get this——Fara Flower? Buy it from the traveling merchant you asked before?"

Traphael shook his head and said: "No, there is no fast transmission method now, and this flower will be used immediately after picking it off, no merchant will touch it, we will go by ourselves. It is still before its flowering period," said here He glanced at the calendar before continuing, "There is still more than a month left, and the latest departure time is just right."

Traphael seldom traveled far after he established the Mage Tower, and he had never been to the Deman Valley when he and Yadunis traveled across the continent, so he didn't know anything about it, which made him Teleportation cannot be used because the destination coordinates cannot be determined.His sorcerer, Tayadunis, is a little far away from the Deman Valley, and it would take more than a month to travel by horse-drawn carriage. If he sets off there now, it will be exactly mid-December.

"I'll inform them to prepare." Traphael has always been an actionist, he stood up as he said this, and was about to walk out the door.

"Notify them? Are you going to take other people with you?" Murphy was taken aback by the mage's actions.

"That's right, if people from the temple came to the door while we were out, it would be too suspicious for me to take you on a trip alone," Traphael said.

Murphy felt a little amused by his appearance, "So you want to find other people together as a cover for me?"

"Yes," Traphael nodded seriously, "I think it should be a very reasonable reason for the master to take the apprentice out to find magic materials."

And Murphy's attitude towards this proposal was - he sat on Traphael's chair and shrugged indifferently to the mage.

So the travel plan has been decided, but there are still many things to prepare.Not to mention the supplies needed along the way, just talking about the number of apprentices who will follow the trip makes Traphael a little nervous.

Traphael sat at the desk in the study, with a piece of parchment spread out in front of him.He is drawing up a list of accompanying apprentices, and currently only Elvis' name is written on this list.

During this trip to the Deman Valley, it is false that he took his apprentices to collect magic materials, and it is true that he healed Murphy's wounds. The number of people following him should not be too many. If it was too conspicuous, Murphy would be easily exposed.But if he only chooses a few people, Traphael will be a little embarrassed. In his eyes, these apprentices are basically good children who are diligent and talented. Except for Traphael, he basically treats everyone else equally—— Murphy doesn't count.Probably because during his schooling, Attilonli had a clear class among the students because of the partiality of the mage Jonado to some students.

Traphael didn't think it was a good thing to classify when everyone was an apprentice, so he tried to make the apprentices as equal as possible in his mage tower—except for Elvis and Murphy.But asking him to single out a few of those apprentices would break the balance, which was contrary to his original intention.

But he had to.

He rested his forehead on the left hand that was propped on the table without a pen, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.When he opened his eyes again, the anxiety in his chest had been suppressed by him.Recalling the performance of the apprentices, he picked up the pen and wrote down a few names under Elvis's name hesitantly.