"Master, I only vaguely felt …" The Winged Skeleton obviously knew what Salin was thinking. He wanted to explain, but realized that if he continued, Salin would get very angry. But this couldn't be blamed on him. In the beginning, he hadn't thought that a direct spiritual connection with Salin would have such an effect. Even if Salin had sealed off the spiritual connection between them, he could still clearly see most of his master's thoughts.
Because of this, the Winged Skeleton forgot his pain. He realized that Salin was a good mage, even better than most necromancers. Not only did he provide the best shelter for himself, but he also didn't let him take unnecessary risks.
Salin didn't continue. He couldn't tell the Winged Skeleton, "Don't show up when I sleep with Sicar." That would be too embarrassing.
Feeling suffocated, Salin glanced at Ainphent. Ainphent's expression made him very jealous. That was what a mage looked like when he was inspired. He was completely immersed in thinking, and his eyebrows were full of joy. Salin had a solid foundation, and he never fell behind in his daily training. Why couldn't he see any hope of leveling up?
If other mages knew what Salin was thinking, they would definitely want to beat him up. Salin wasn't even twenty yet. He had been practicing magic for a much shorter time than people like Rex, but he was already a fifth-level great mage. Even though the process was full of danger, and he almost died a few times, any mage would be willing to take such risks.
If one could become a great mage by taking risks, then there would definitely be a hundred times more mages than swordsmen in this world.
Seeing that Ainphent's Water Shield was about to disappear, Salin wanted to give him another one. Ainphent suddenly opened his eyes and waved at Salin, pointing at the Coiled Turtle alchemy ship. Salin knew that the spectral plant had absorbed enough energy. Ainphent needed to go back and stabilize the harvest.
Putting away the spectral plant and flesh, Ainphent and Salin returned to the Coiled Turtle alchemy ship. The Coiled Turtle alchemy ship was like a bottomless pit, continuing to absorb the spectral power in the sea.
Even the Winged Skeleton didn't know that this wasn't a natural thing. Without Judy's little trick, the shell of the Coiled Turtle and the spectral power wouldn't be so close. After being contaminated by the spiritual pool in the alchemy ship for a long time, the shell of the Coiled Turtle had completely become an undead equipment.
Under the high pressure of the deep sea and the rich undead power, the alchemy ship evolved like a living creature.
Ainphent went straight to his room in a hurry, not even bothering to greet Salin. Banchagana, who had turned into a skeleton, gloomily approached Salin. He saluted and said, "Wizard Salin, may I make a request?"
Salin thought to himself, You finally know how to respect people, but he replied, "Tell me. If it's not too much, I'll satisfy your request."
"I saw that you collected some materials just now. Some of them are the bones of magical beasts. I want these bones to mend my wounds."
Salin nodded, his face expressionless. Banchagana had no choice but to continue, "I know that these things are very valuable in this realm, so I can use my precious equipment to exchange for them."
"I can't use the Undead's equipment. If it's for the Winged Skeleton, I'm afraid that there's a restriction I'm not familiar with. If it hurts the Winged Skeleton, then I'll … "
"No, this equipment is for human Magicians. There's nothing about the Undead in it," Banchagana explained hurriedly. He knew that the Winged Skeleton was very important to Salin, so he was afraid that Salin would suspect that he was going to do something to it.
He didn't have any good ideas. Salin had given him too few bones, and their quality wasn't top-notch. If he used them to mend his body, it would lower his combat power. Especially the crack on his forehead, which protected the soul fire, it couldn't be easily repaired.
The materials Salin had collected were all very precious to the Undead. He saw them and couldn't control his desire to obtain them, so he proposed to use his own equipment to exchange.
"Banchagana, I'm just a Level-Five Magician. If your equipment is too good, I can't use it. If it's too bad, it's not worth exchanging for equal value."
Banchagana knew that Salin wouldn't release the eagle until he saw the rabbit, so he took out something and gave it to Salin.
"It's this. Back then … it was my private collection. Even Judy and Keke didn't know about it."
Salin took the equipment in his hand. It was a mask made of an unknown material. It wasn't heavy and was light green in color. Different from ordinary masks, the eyes of this mask weren't hollow, but were inlaid with two black crystals, just like the fully enclosed helmet of a Warrior.
The surface of the light green mask had gorgeous magic patterns. The complexity of the patterns was even greater than Salin's family crest. If one looked at these magic patterns, they would involuntarily be immersed in them. Fortunately, Salin had similar experiences and knew that these were three-dimensional magic patterns, not attacks against the mind.
"This thing seems to be used by assassins." Salin didn't dare to immediately explore the secrets of these patterns, so he casually said.
"No, although I haven't studied this mask, its origin … I know that there are Divine Artifacts in the Myers Continent. The ability of this thing shouldn't be inferior to Divine Artifacts."
"Banchagana, should I believe you?" Salin asked slowly, holding the mask that he couldn't see through.
"I don't even know myself. Sometimes I do inexplicable things. For example, the value of this mask is definitely more than those bones."
"Well, I'll take the mask, and these are for you." Salin took out a few half-meter-long bones from the dimensional stone and handed them to Banchagana. These bones were enough to repair the most important parts of his body, and the effect was much faster than natural recovery.
"Thank you." Banchagana grabbed the bones and ran to the rear cabin. Only there could he not disturb others and restore his original body. The space on the ship was too small.
Salin shook his head and put the mask on his face. He didn't expect the mask to suddenly stick to his face, as if it had grown there. Salin was shocked. Then he found that the mask didn't have any other movements. He only needed to lift his hand to take it off his face.
Salin calmed down. Through the black crystals on the mask, he saw a strange scene. Everything around him seemed to have changed. He was still in the alchemy ship, but the material of the alchemy ship seemed to have become transparent. That wasn't accurate. Salin could only see through everything, including the magic circles inside the alchemy ship, the magic runes in the shell, and the energy trajectories inside.
In the past, if he wanted to analyze the trajectories of these energies and make predictions, he needed to accelerate his calculations and use the ability he got from the necklace of the goddess. Now he could see the trajectories of these energies very clearly, and the mask seemed to be helping him calculate. The surroundings were filled with all kinds of energy, but Salin could accurately determine how each type of energy would operate next.
This thing might not be a divine artifact, but it was definitely more valuable than a divine artifact, at least for Salin now. He wanted to apply Figaro's magic formula to battle, but the burden on his body was too great, and he couldn't deal with enemies of a higher level than him. This mask helped Salin analyze directly. Salin was sure that he could use his magic to break the enemy's attack, just like Rex's teacher did.
Salin released an ice bomb casually, and then turned it into a fireball. Salin captured the fireball's trajectory in the air, and then he released an icicle.
The icicle was faster than the fireball, and all this was done in less than a second. When the icicle caught up with the fireball, it accurately hit the fireball's weakest point, and with a bang, it was annihilated.
Salin's fireball was already considered an intermediate spell, and the icicle was only evolved to a level-two spell in his hands. A level-two spell broke at least a level-four spell!
Salin was overjoyed. Facing the enemy's lock-on spell, he could only use the Water Pattern Shield to resist it. Although he had the ability to calculate and use the strongest part of the shield to block the enemy's attack, it was a level-four spell after all, and it consumed a lot of energy. And the icicle was only a level-two spell, so the consumption was a hundred times less.
For a mage, it was very important to control the consumption of magic strings. Salin also had a bronze magic book. In future battles, if the enemy was not at the level of a Magic Shooter, he could even use the bronze magic book to finish the battle. He didn't need to use any magic strings, and he didn't need to waste scrolls.
If he had the silver magic book, Salin was confident that he could face a level-six mage.
Such powerful magic equipment, and he only used a few bones to exchange for it! Although those bones were worth a lot of money, compared to a super powerful magic equipment, it was not an equal exchange at all!
The sudden happiness made Salin a little dizzy. All the equipment he had obtained in the past had to be studied continuously, and even after hard work, he couldn't fully use it. This mask was the first one he could use, and it could bring out his greatest battle power.
Salin couldn't control his emotions, and began to practice magic in the cabin. One by one, he cast intermediate spells, and then used the icicle to break them. The advantage of the icicle was its speed. Because it couldn't be locked on, it was the fastest spell before level-seven.
Now that Salin could predict the direction of elemental energy, casting the icicle was almost always successful. If he trained hard, it could be used in actual combat.
After struggling for ten minutes, Salin felt really dizzy. Only then did he realize that he had unknowingly used up more than half of his mental strength. He immediately took off the mask, and let out a long sigh. The effect of this mask was great, but the requirement of mental strength was too high. If it was any other level-five mage using it, they might not even be able to last half a minute before their mental strength was completely sucked dry.
Half a minute? No, at most three seconds, the mage wearing the mask would become an idiot.
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