Ten days had passed, and Abel's life had returned to the crazy rhythm of the 4 months. During the day, he would study in the magic tower, and at night, he would return to his mansion and practice his spells in Rogge's camp, especially the AOE electric spell 'charging bolt.' A level 0 'charging bolt' could only release 2 electric arcs at a time, and every time he leveled up, the number of electric arcs would increase by 1, and its power would increase as well. With the idea of 'sharpening the axe will not delay the cutting of wood', Abel decided to raise the 'charging bolt' spell to at least level 5 before heading to Blood Moor to hunt.
In the laboratory on the 9th floor of Moreton's magic tower, Abel placed the short magic staff that could release 'fireball' and the short magic staff on the experiment table. He wanted to figure out what was affecting the magic staff's ability to release spells, and he didn't want to take out the 'telekinesis' magic staff for research.
He pulled over a crystal magnifying glass on the table and placed the magic staff under it. Then, he began to slowly examine the staff from the handle upwards. He didn't miss a single detail. Every time he found a trace, he would record it on a piece of parchment paper.
After carefully inspecting the magic staff, he found that it was drawn on a piece of parchment paper, full of arrows marked with a quill pen. All the markings of the staff were recorded.
What made Abel a little mad was that the owner of this short stick didn't seem to care about this magic staff. There were all kinds of scars on it. He suspected that this magic staff was damaged because the owner didn't care about it. That was why there were no spells recorded on it.
At this time, a 'frozen armor' flashed on his body, but it didn't affect his work. After ten days of adaptation, he could now do two things at once. Although the work of a weak little soul was very simple, this was the real deal.
The second magic staff was placed under the magnifying glass, and the same process was done. All the markings were recorded on the parchment, and the next step was to compare the two magic staffs.
Actually, Abel didn't need to compare them. He was now sure that there were no runes or patterns on the magic staff. Those markings were all scratches caused by the lack of protection. Sure enough, the result of the comparison proved his point. What determined whether a magic staff was a magic staff or not?
Abel didn't want to give up, so he scanned the two magic staffs with his power of the will. In his perception, the magic staff with the 'fireball' spell gave him a very familiar feeling. Was there a soul in this magic staff?
Abel scanned the magic staff a few more times in disbelief. He couldn't sense anything from the magic staff, but the magic staff with the "fireball" spell did have some soul waves. Maybe other wizards wouldn't be able to detect these small soul waves, but Abel had drunk the "soul potion" made from souls before. He also had a weak little soul in his body that he could check. He was very familiar with the soul waves.
The soul of a human's body could not be seen. It was one with the mind. Perhaps it could be separated from the body at the moment of death, but at that time, the soul could not be seen by the naked eye and would quickly dissipate. Therefore, normal wizards would rarely study the mysteries of the soul.
There was a soul sealed in the staff? Was it the soul that gave the magic staff the ability to cast spells? Countless questions emerged in Abel's mind. He had never seen a magic staff in the real world, so he couldn't make a comparison. He couldn't continue his research until now, but he was sure that the magic staff's material was very special. Even the magic staff without soul waves had a 50% increase in damage to undead creatures.
Abel flipped through the 'Moreton's observation record', but he still couldn't find anything related to the magic staff material. He guessed that Wizard Moreton was just a wizard who specialized in making rune signs, and he didn't know much about magic staffs.
If Abel wanted to do more research on these 2 magic staffs, he would have to wait for the dwarfs' invitation. Only then could he try to learn some knowledge from them.
But there was one thing that Abel was sure of. No matter if it was a magic staff or not, it was still a treasure in the Holy Continent. Maybe it was because the wizard world he knew was too small, and his wizard level was too low. He always felt that the overall level of the Dark World was much higher than the Holy Continent. A magic staff that was used by a low ranking hell creature in the Dark World was a very good treasure in the Holy Continent. It could at least allow a wizard to cast a spell in an instant, not to mention a magic staff with the 'soul transfer' spell.
As he was thinking, a sense of satisfaction appeared in his mind. Abel was very happy. 2 days ago, he had already completed the rank 2 novice wizard pattern, but he didn't feel like he was going to level up. After asking Carlos, he found out that after completing the pattern, he still needed some time to meditate and adjust. This time was not certain. It could be a day, or it could be a year.
It seemed like his luck was still not bad. According to the time, plus the time in Rogge's camp, he had been stuck at the rank 2 novice wizard level for about 20 days. The worst case scenario that Carlos said did not happen.
Abel put all the things on the table into his portal bag and returned to his room. That was the place where the mana was the most concentrated on the 9th floor of the magic tower. It was also the safest place to level up.
Sitting in the middle of the room, Abel stopped the "frozen armor" that was automatically released by the weak little soul. He calmed his mind and sent his power of the will into his mind. The rank 1 novice wizard pattern and the rank 2 novice wizard pattern were connected to each other in the middle of his mind, flashing a white light. Below these 2 patterns, there was a very complicated "warmth" spell pattern that was flashing red. This special spell constantly extracted energy from the hot air around the body and turned it into mana to supplement the wizard pattern.
Abel recalled the rank 3 novice wizard pattern. The first time he used the "soul potion," he had already mastered this wizard pattern. Now, all he needed to do was to draw it in his mind according to his memory, and he would be able to level up to a rank 3 novice wizard.
Time passed by little by little. Finkle had called Abel many times through his identity card, but there was no response. Normally, Abel would appear on time for lunch on the first floor, but today, he was nowhere to be seen.
"Mr. Carlos, Mr. Abel is locked in his room. No matter how many times I called him, he did not respond. Could there be a problem?" Finkle asked worriedly when he found Carlos, who was about to eat on the first floor.
"Finkle, don't worry. Abel is probably dealing with something, so he can't be distracted. Just wait patiently for a while." Carlos smiled and comforted Finkle.
Camille put down the juice that she was sipping and said with a smile, "You really care about Abel, unlike my Joey. I think she wouldn't be worried even if I locked her up for a day."
"Mr., how can you say that about me?" Camille's apprentice, Joey, said with a little dissatisfaction.
"If you are still worried, I can ask the teacher to check on him." Camille said when she saw Finkle's face was still full of worry.
"Mr. Camille, can you really do that?" Finkle asked with a surprised look on his chubby face.
"Ok, ok, I'll contact the teacher right away."
Just when Camille was about to connect her identity card to Wizard Moreton, a strange wave came from upstairs.
"Someone leveled up!" Both Camille and Carlos yelled at the same time.
The two of them looked at each other in confusion, and Camil said, "Strange, this energy wave doesn't seem to be as strong as a wizard's. Could it be that either Warren or Eurie has made a breakthrough?"
"Other than those two, who else leveled up?" Said Carlos shaking his head.
Suddenly, the two of them thought of the same person. Camille said to Finkle with a weird expression, "Don't contact the teacher!"
"Mr. Camille, what's wrong?" Finkle asked in confusion.
Before Camille could speak, Carlos had already jumped up in exasperation. "Damn it, Abel. Does he want to take my position as the fifth brother?"
"It's your fault for not working hard. With Abel's speed of leveling up, you will be the 6th in a few months." Said Camille with a light smile.
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