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His body didn't seem to belong to him anymore. This was beyond pain, even worse than after using the badge. But Salin was smiling. Magic Strings were formed. He had finally become an official Magician. He stumbled back home. As soon as he entered the room, Salin saw Jason sitting on his bed, meditating.
"Teacher …"
Jason opened his eyes and looked at Salin for a while. "I'm almost out of materials. Go to the city tomorrow."
Salin was nervous. He didn't know if he should tell Jason that he had formed magic strings. Jason didn't say anything else and left Salin's room directly.
Salin didn't know if Jason had discovered anything. He didn't have time to think. His stomach started churning again. He ran to the kitchen, pulled down the bacon hanging on the stove, and chewed desperately. As he ate, he walked back to his room. Looking at the magic clock on the table, he realized that almost ten days had passed.
Tomorrow was the Hungry Ghost Festival!
Salin felt weak all over, but he forced himself to focus and learned a level-one spell — Icicle.
He succeeded on his first try. White light shone between Salin's hands, and an icicle as thick as a finger flew out and hit the opposite wall. A hole was punched in the stone wall. Salin stood up and reached in with his finger, but he couldn't reach the bottom.
He was amazed. A level-one spell was indeed powerful. Level-0 spells couldn't compare at all.
Unfortunately, he wasn't proficient enough. He had to cast this spell with both hands, and it took six seconds to prepare. According to the rules, he could only cast this spell 12 times at most. It seemed that he had to continue practicing Level-0 Acid Splash. Magic Strings were a Magician's safeguard. He couldn't always use them up.
It was a pity that he could only cast water spells in the future. It would be much better if he could learn Fireball. That spell had low consumption, short preparation time, and great power.
Jason was in the lab. Looking at the messy magic tools on the table, he wasn't in the mood to experiment. He felt the magic waves in Salin's room, but he didn't know what Salin had done. Did he care too little about this student? Salin was still young. If he didn't pay more attention, he could easily be deceived.
Salin's appearance had changed. Something that even he could not guess must have happened.
For the entire night, Salin practiced his Icicle Technique. He was surprised to find that he could cast the Icicle Spell more than 20 times in a row. In other words, he had almost twice as many magic strings as other level-one Magicians. Moreover, through meditation, his Magic String's recovery speed was extremely fast, and it only took him two hours to recover.
Two hours of recovery speed, this was the ability of a genius mage. Salin knew that his aptitude was average, but he didn't expect that the Magic Flux Potion had completely changed his constitution.
At dawn, Salin lay down on the bed and slept for a while. His nerves were too excited, and he couldn't sleep well this time. Before noon, he jumped out of bed and went to the mirror to change his clothes.
At this moment, Salin suddenly realized that his appearance had changed.
The youth in the mirror was slightly taller, and his hair had turned from brown to black. The most eye-catching thing was his pair of eyes, which had turned into the blue of the sea.
Salin was in a daze for a while. Recalling the way his teacher had looked at him yesterday, he felt a little ashamed. He didn't even say goodbye to Jason. Instead, he picked up his leather bag and left the ancestral house in a hurry.
No matter how many books he had read, Salin was still a kid. He didn't know how to explain, so he chose to escape.
With a confused mind, he arrived outside of Ceylon City. The city was already a scene of jubilation. A bunch of green plants were hung in front of the gates of all the buildings. These three plants were bundled together: the wormwood that could expel plagues, the grain that represented harvest, and the branch of a silk poplar.
This was the ancient custom of the Myers Continent, a relic left by the Goddess of Nature. Even though the Holy Church had influenced more than half of the continent, they couldn't change the customs of the people.
Scotia was a country built on commerce. Every city had plazas of different sizes for small merchants who didn't have a fixed location to set up their stalls. Today, these plazas were also decorated, and there were some troupes that Guge hired himself to perform for the people in the city for free.
Strictly speaking, Guge was a traditional noble. On this day, his biggest expense was giving money and food to the poor. Salin's life was saved by Guge's flour before, so even though he knew that Guge was using his relationship with Jason, Salin still chose to accept it.
Guge had already announced that taxes would be exempted for this month, and the people's joy came from the bottom of their hearts. On the old and tattered outdoor stage, the troupes that were wandering around were doing their best to perform.
Salin felt a little uncomfortable; he felt like everything was so unreal.
Everyone's smiling faces and voices seemed to be separated by an invisible membrane. None of this had anything to do with him. Salin suddenly had a sad feeling. He carried his leather bag and walked through the plazas of different sizes, and his mood suddenly became bad.
Everyone who saw him intentionally kept their distance, as if Salin was a demon beast that invaded the city.
Salin suddenly understood why Jason didn't live in the city anymore; this feeling was really uncomfortable. The prestige of mages was also a layer of shackles that separated mages from ordinary people; they were two different species. Ordinary people tried to be respectful, but mages had to be reserved and maintain their prestige at all times.
A group of people walked over from afar; it was a group that was carrying a statue of a sea monster. The Goddess of Nature had ordered the sea monster not to disturb the coastal fishermen. After the fall of the Goddess of Nature, the fishermen simply sacrificed to the sea monster, praying for the safety of those who went out to sea.
Salin silently moved aside. If he continued to walk on the road, the group would probably turn around and leave. Just as he was feeling depressed, the procession became chaotic. A young man rushed out of the crowd, saw Salin from afar, and shouted, "Salin, save me!"
Salin frowned. The young man had already run over, and he staggered a little. One of his sleeves was already torn, and his left arm was a bloody mess. This person was the young thief that had been trading magic potions with him all along.
"Dick, give it back." Salin knew what had happened.
"Give it back. They want to kill me." Dick had already reached Salin. Salin saw the white bone exposed in his left arm, and the wound was broken. This was caused by sword energy, and the other party was at least a low-level swordsman.
Salin sighed. Should he interfere or not? Dick then realized that Salin's eyes had turned blue. He pointed at Salin in surprise, speechless.
"People in front, catch that thief!" Four swordsmen rushed out of the chaotic crowd, shouting at Salin aggressively.
Salin's frown deepened. When he was young, he had been scolded by many people. Today, he had kept the fake magic robe in his leather bag, and had not had the time to change into it. Even so, everyone in Tilan City recognized him, and knew that he was a magic apprentice with a fifth-level magician as his teacher. No one dared to speak to him like this.
This was a group of outsiders!
Dick must have attacked because of this. Generally speaking, high-level thieves would not attack local commoners, in case they disturbed the people and made it difficult for their business in the future. Unfortunately, Dick had run into an iron plate this time. The other party had four swordsmen, and Dick could not handle them alone.
These four swordsmen wore exquisite metal armor, and Dick's small dagger against the swordsman's long weapon was basically a dead end. Salin took a step back, and began to prepare his magic.
A night of practice did not increase Salin's spell-casting speed, but it saved him the step of chanting an incantation. After silently preparing three icicles, Salin opened his mouth and said to the swordsman who had slowed down, "Give me some face and let him go. Whatever compensation you want, just say it."
Salin's icicles were primed, but not released, and continued to deplete the magic string. He did not dare to act rashly, because Salin still did not know who Dick had offended.
"Kill him!" A young man rushed out of the crowd. The front of his luxurious robe had been torn open, and there was a bruise on his forehead, probably caused by Dick. This young man's lips were extremely thin, and at the moment, they were a light green color.
Salin was very conflicted. Dick was someone who could barely be considered a friend in Tilan City, was it worth it to make enemies for him? Looking at his clothes, he was definitely a noble.
As he thought this, the icicles in his hands had already been released. Because the opponent's swordsman was already in a charging stance, once he got close, he would not have the spells to defend against these four longswords.
Salin had learned Invisible Shield, a Level-0 spell of the wind element. After the magic string was formed, this wind element spell disappeared. No matter how correct Salin's incantation was, or how strong his mental strength was, he could no longer cast spells other than water element spells.
"Magician!" The swordsman on the other side hurriedly jumped away, but other than the swordsman in the middle who used his longsword to block Salin's icicles, the other three swordsmen were all shot in the abdomen, and blood immediately flowed out.
The swordsman who blocked the icicles was shocked. His sword aura had been formed, and only then could he block the magic attack. But the longsword in his hand had already become abnormally cold, and he could barely hold it. Moreover, the icicles were stronger than he had imagined, shaking his arms until they were numb, and the sword aura had completely dissipated.
Worst of all, the very young magician on the other side was preparing another spell.
The bedraggled noble youth screamed, pointing at Salin and shouting, "Little bastard, don't you know who I am?"
Salin's heart suddenly had a murderous intent. It had been three years since someone had scolded him like this, as if those humiliating days had never existed. This youth immediately brought Salin back to reality. He looked coldly at the young noble, and opened his mouth to chant a spell. The uninjured swordsman could not gather sword aura at this time, and could only shout, "Young master, run!"
As he shouted, he hugged his longsword and pounced forward. He had experienced too many battles, and could easily see the murderous intent in Salin's blue eyes. Only someone who was determined to kill would look at their opponent like this.
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