The passage of time became abnormally slow. Every minute seemed as long as a day, but this pain lasted for a full 24 hours. When the sky darkened again, Salin finally regained control of his body.
Hmm …
Salin felt that his vocal cords weren't his anymore. The pain hadn't completely disappeared. He struggled, let go of his hand, and threw away the horrifying badge.
Magic artifact! Magic artifact!
Salin roared in his heart. This damned badge must be a magic artifact. He felt like he was being eaten just now, and his soul was about to be digested.
What was a magic artifact? Thirty thousand years ago, in the First Dynasty, humans were still a powerful race. They could tear space at will, cross planes, and capture demons for breeding. Some demons couldn't be tamed, so they were made into magic artifacts. These magic tools created by powerful demons were called magic tools. Even though it was just a game back then, after only 10,000 years, humans had fallen and lost their tyrannical power.
These magic artifacts immediately became precious. They couldn't continue to cross planes to capture demons. These artifacts were collected by powerful Mages, and could even enslave the demons' souls.
More than a thousand years ago, in the Fourth Dynasty, no one other than powerful Level-Nine Mages could enslave the demons' souls in magic artifacts.
Magic artifacts became a synonym for terror. Mages below Level-Seven could not resist the power of magic artifacts. These rebellious demons wouldn't sign a contract with humans even if they only had their souls left.
They ate everything they saw. That was the specialty of magic artifacts.
No, if this thing was a magic artifact, he probably wouldn't even have a body now. Salin touched his hands and feet. They were full of flesh, and they really existed.
Salin finally regained some intelligence in the shock, and quickly realized that he was a little crazy. If it was a magic artifact, even his teacher couldn't resist it, not to mention coming back to life after losing the ability to resist.
If it wasn't a magic artifact, what could it be? Salin sat up with his hands to check his body condition. Everything was fine, except that he was very weak. Even the pitiful magical elements in his body had increased a little.
Huh?
It really increased a little. Although the amount was still pitifully small, for someone like Salin who cherished every bit of elemental power, he could even detect an increase of one-tenth of an element. The growth of his spiritual power was even more obvious. Salin's spiritual power was already very strong. Jason said that even if he became a real Mage, his spiritual power would be enough.
Now, Salin's spiritual power had become much purer and more condensed. There were even signs of a breakthrough.
Salin ignored the weakness of his body and quickly crawled under the bed to pick up the badge that he had thrown out. There was nothing inside the lightning-shaped mark. The blue color had disappeared. Salin looked at the badge, but did not dare to cast another detection spell.
The experience just now was too painful. Even though Salin had been tortured as a child, this kind of pain was still unbearable for him. Many things were difficult to change once they were used to them. He had been living comfortably for the past few years, so his tolerance had decreased.
Shouldn't he let the teacher take a look? That wouldn't do. If Teacher was also affected by this emblem, wouldn't that be …
Salin imagined Jason lying on the floor, powerless and suffering all kinds of negative effects. He actually laughed out loud. Forget it, I'll take my time to study it. At the very least, it'll be fine as long as I don't cast magic on it.
In the following month, Salin experienced three failures. Three thousand gold coins worth of ingredients for the Magic Flux Potion were used up, turning into a pile of waste. This was a huge blow to him, because the Mental Energy that he was so proud of was actually unable to keep up with the expenditure. It was always very difficult for him to control the usage of the ingredients for the Magic Flux Potion.
I don't have enough Mental Energy, what should I do? Salin thought of his family's badge. He took the badge out of the box and rubbed it in his palm. I'll give it my all. If this thing can really make my Mental Energy grow, it'll be worth it no matter how much pain I have to suffer.
This time, Salin was more cautious. He wanted to experiment to see the specific conditions for the badge to produce that kind of effect.
He put the badge on the floor and cast a detection spell from a distance of three meters. The hazy magical light shrouded the black badge, and after a short pause, it was quickly sucked into the lightning-shaped deep mark.
Is it over? Nothing happened!
Salin moved the badge to a distance of two meters and repeated the experiment. There was still no problem. Finally, he simply put on a pair of gloves and continued experimenting.
In the end, Salin came to the conclusion that as long as he did not touch it with his skin, this badge was still very safe.
It seemed that there would be no problem carrying it around in the future. Salin was finally relieved. Otherwise, this thing could only be kept far away in the box.
Salin began his arduous training. From Tuesday to Thursday, he would use the special function of the badge to destroy himself. Then, he would endure 24 hours of pain. His Mental Energy had indeed improved significantly. After three months, Salin's Mental Energy had a breakthrough.
Originally, he could only continuously cast Level-0 spells five times. Now, he could cast Level-0 spells seven times under the thoroughly meticulous control of his Mental Energy. The slow-growing magical elements were originally at the level of a Level-3 Apprentice, but Salin could use them sparingly, allowing his magic casting ability to reach the level of a Level-4 Apprentice.
The changes in his body were also very obvious. Salin still looked a little thin, but his stamina was much better. His tolerance for all kinds of negative states had become incomparably strong. Most importantly, after using the badge, the time he could lose control of his body had been reduced to six hours.
During these six hours, Salin no longer had to endure bitterly. Other than being unable to move his body, he could already use these six hours to think, recall the books he had read, and review some magic knowledge.
After the most difficult days were over, Salin became more confident. Even he himself did not realize that his temperament had undergone a fundamental change. There was no more panic, hesitation, fear, or other weak reactions. He smiled more, and that was a smile that came from the heart.
Salin decided to continue training like this. He believed that as long as he persevered, he would become immune to all negative magical states sooner or later.
Perhaps the only thing that did not change was Salin's obsession with gold. He used all the remaining time to continue making magic potions and selling them to Deca. In these three months, he had accumulated more than 3000 gold coins. It was a pity that it could not be any faster. Dika was already at his limit. Ceylon City's spending power was limited. After he seized the position of the Bandit Leader, he only had young Bandits from Ceylon City by his side. He could not do any big cases.
Selling excess potions to foreign Thieves required a stockpile in advance. Deca did not have too much liquid funds. He did not have the guts to put Salin on credit. Asking a foreign Thief to pay a deposit in advance? He also did not have the influence.
Salin knew that these 3000 gold coins might not be enough to make the Magic String Potion. He was worried about the gold coins, but he still had to continue living day by day. It was the weekend again. He still had to enter the city to buy ingredients for Jason's experiment, and also bring back the order from last week.
This weekend's weather was bad. The wind gradually weakened, but the cold rain fell. Red-colored clouds shrouded Ceylon City's harbor.
Two well-dressed swordsmen hid under the eaves, looking into the distance. They did not wear armor, and only had short swords hanging from their waists. A leaf-shaped badge was embroidered on their chests. This badge represented that they were the city lord's subordinates, and had a close relationship.
The two swordsmen were about the same height. They had broad shoulders, thin waists, and were tall and straight.
"Captain, will that brat not come?" The red-haired swordsman looked at the gradually heavier rain and asked worriedly.
"He won't, Chris. It's been three years. Every week, he appears at this time, rain or shine. "The golden-haired swordsman pressed on his short sword, patiently looking at the stone path outside the eaves. The rain was blown in by the wind, but could not get close to his body. The red-haired Chris could only shrink back. He thought to himself, when can I be like captain and cultivate sword energy?
The stone path had not been repaired for many years, and began to accumulate water. The rain fell like a curtain, splashing up and forming a layer of mist on the ground. In this kind of weather, no one would go out. It was already autumn, and Ceylon City was getting colder.
The golden-haired swordsman's gaze was like a torch, piercing through the curtain of rain. At the end of the road, a skinny young man walked over slowly. The young man did not carry an umbrella. He wore a comical robe, and carried a large leather bag on his back. The rain fell and bounced off the surface of his body. Even the boots on his feet were clean and did not soak in the rain.
The young man walked closer, and his face became clearer. His hair and eyes were chestnut-colored. His nose bridge was slightly high, and his eyes were deep. He seemed to be of southern noble descent. His eyebrows were relaxed, and he did not seem to care about this damned weather. There was a small leather bag hanging from his slender fingers.
This was a standard leather bag for storing gold coins. A leather bag could hold fifty gold coins. The young man hooked it on his finger, and swung it with his steps. The security at the harbor was not good. If it was not for the rain, he would have been targeted by bandits.
"Mage Salin!" The golden-haired swordsman greeted enthusiastically, and waved at the young man.
The corner of Salin's mouth curled up. He pretended not to hear, and continued to walk in the rain. His name was Salin, and he was not a mage. He was only a Level-3 Mage Apprentice.
The golden-haired swordsman was a little embarrassed. He could not call Salin an apprentice. It was really disrespectful. The viscount had asked him to be as polite as possible. This was really difficult.
"Young Master Mettlin!" The golden-haired swordsman raised his voice. The young man had already walked past him, and now he could only see his back.
"Salin, Salin!" The golden-haired swordsman saw that the young man's figure was getting further away, and had no choice but to chase after him. Chris followed helplessly, and ran into the rain with big steps. The rain instantly soaked through his luxurious clothes, and only the inside of his tightly-fastened boots remained a little dry. Such cold rain! Chris shivered.
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