"I'm not messing with you. If you don't figure out the problems, the improvement of the potion will be based on your intuition and the blessing of the Goddess of Luck. You were lucky enough to find a beneficial change after hundreds of attempts, but what about in the future? You're going to try every possibility and combine the different components of every material? Without thousands or tens of thousands of modifications, it's impossible to succeed … "Douglas answered seriously.
The young sorcerer pointed to the side gloomily and said, "According to the magic books, Scarlet Grass, Fish-Eye Fruit, and Dead Soulwood tuber can stimulate spiritual power. It's a natural combination of their effects and the conclusion of generations of sorcerers. It's a law of nature and a truth that is unquestionable! I'm not selling my potion to you. Please go somewhere else! "
Perhaps because he had just been separated from the teachings of his teacher and magic books, the young sorcerer still tried to explain the 'mechanism' of his formula despite his disgust at the troublemaker. Of course, the specific components were confidential.
Douglas nodded. Right when the young sorcerer held his head high, he suddenly said, "I know that 'Scarlet Grass, Fish-Eye Fruit, and Dead Soulwood tuber' can stimulate the growth of spiritual power. It's a law of experience, but why is it so?"
Fernando, who was behind him, tried to hold back his laughter. He looked aside and almost whistled. He found it very interesting to see other people freaking out when faced with Douglas's' why '.
The young sorcerer was dumbfounded. After a few chuckles, he turned around and looked at the sorcerers nearby, mumbling, "What a weirdo!"
As a matter of fact, generations of sorcerers had summarized the enhancement and restraint of most materials and had different explanations, such as the embodiment of the theory of the four elements in the production of magic potions, the principle of the life cycle, and so on.
The young sorcerer knew a lot, too. Personally, he preferred the explanation based on the theory of the four elements. However, he did not want to talk to the weirdo in front of him at all, fearing that he would be faced with a bunch of 'why's after he explained. It was rather intimidating, as if he could not give a satisfactory answer to a strict teacher.
The surrounding Mages looked at this scene with either gloomy or amused expressions. They had no intention of interfering with people they were not familiar with.
Douglas did not mind being called a weirdo at all. He said sincerely, "Haven't you read books like The Elemental Crown of Magic Potions? This may explain part of the reason, and it can be proven and applied in practice, but it is still full of contradictions. I don't think it touches the essence of the problem. "
The young Mage gritted his teeth and kept repeating in his heart, "Ignore him, ignore him!"
He felt as if there were hundreds of thousands of mosquitoes flying around him. It was as if he was surrounded by a dozen druids from the forest, which made him very irritated.
Douglas was a reasonable person as long as he did not ask "why's". After he was back to himself, he shook his head with a smile. "I know a thing or two about the magic knowledge in this field. If you are interested in the question just now, you can talk to me. My name is Douglas, and I'm from the Union of Sorcerers. What about you?"
The young sorcerer had long, flaxen hair. He was handsome and scholarly. He was not going to talk to Douglas, but he suddenly remembered what his teacher said to him before he left.
"You are the most talented young sorcerer of your generation in our organization, but you are not good at communicating with other people because you have been devoted to magic studies and books for a long time. Now that we have come to Allyn to participate in the meeting of the magic organization, we are representing the image of 'Shadow Singers'. So, I have to remind you that you cannot be too weak or too arrogant. Pay attention to your manners …"
Manners, manners … The flaxen-haired young sorcerer gritted his teeth and replied, "I am Owen from 'Shadow Singers'."
"I've checked. Your potions should be good." Douglas did not disturb Owen anymore and sensibly left his "booth", which made Owen take a long breath in relief.
"I think you can develop a spell called 'Douglas's Why.' That will definitely make the enemy dizzy," Fernando joked as he quickly caught up with him.
Douglas smiled and did not say anything. He observed the sorcerers gathered in the square carefully. They were from different organizations, and their strength varied from the middle-rank to the senior-rank. There were men and women. Some were cheerful, some were gloomy, some were handsome, and some were horrifying. The only thing they had in common was that they all carried vague depression, fear, and confusion.
It was not because anything bad had happened, but because their living conditions had brought irreversible changes to their hearts. Naturally, the changes were reflected in their appearance too.
As they walked, they suddenly heard a girl's voice, "The skin of a blue dragon. Dozens of patterns of spells are hidden. It can effectively improve the level of the corresponding spells!" As they walked, they suddenly heard a girl's voice, who was selling the skin of a blue dragon.
The blue dragon was a kind of enormous dragon that was famous for its extraordinary abilities of lightning and water. Its skin was not only an alchemical material but also the focus of the sorcerers' studies. After all, since the beginning of magic, the sorcerers had been studying the patterns on the surface and inside the body of the extraordinary creatures. Many spells had been invented based on that.
Therefore, when Douglas and Fernando looked at the source of the voice, the girl's "booth" was already crowded with sorcerers. They were all observing the incomplete skin of a blue dragon in silence, as if they were weighing the price that they were willing to pay.
For Fernando, who was adept at lightning and storm spells, the skin of a blue dragon was particularly precious. Therefore, he did not greet Douglas but walked to the girl's booth quickly. After confirming the authenticity of the material, he asked directly, "What do you need? What do you want to trade the skin of a blue dragon for? "
The other sorcerers looked at Fernando, who had forced his way in, in dissatisfaction, but nobody said anything. They wanted to hear the girl's plan.
The girl had long, flaxen hair, and her pupils were the same color. She was beautiful and full of youthfulness. She smiled and said, "I want to trade it for the destruction of the Church. Can you do that?"
Before Fernando roared, she ended the joke timely. "I need all the fundamental magic books of the middle rank, focusing on transformation, body modification, and bloodline fusion. Do you have any?"
Her answer was vague. It was obvious that she was going to pick the books that she was most satisfied with from the sorcerers present.
"Yes!" Fernando had always been impatient. He immediately took out a lot of books from his magic pouch and let them float in midair. Then, he looked at the sorcerers around provocatively, as if he were saying, "I'm going to take them. Come and beat me if you're strong enough."
The sorcerers nearby were somewhat angry at first, but soon, someone said in a low voice, "He's Fernando from the Union of Unions."
"Fernando who assaulted the Inquisition?"
"Fernando, the one who killed the Hunter?"
The sorcerers immediately whispered to each other. Many of them who planned to compete with Fernando flinched. He was a celebrity. Not only was he strong, but he was also ruthless and decisive!
Fernando did not expect that his name would be so "resounding". Nobody had ever looked at him in such a way when he was a "Purger". He was rather baffled.
"How about it? Are you satisfied with the books I offered? "Fernando decided to ignore the other people and asked the girl with flaxen hair directly.
At this moment, a sorcerer whose face was so plain that it was impossible to tell his age stood out. "Even if it's Fernando, so what? Today is a gathering of the major organizations. Can he still rob the items that are normally traded? "
Fernando looked at the sorcerer and was about to roar, when the girl suddenly opened her mouth. "I'll trade it with Mr. Fernando. He's my hero! In the past hundred years, he's the first sorcerer who dared to attack the Inquisition directly and killed the wretched 'Hunter' and the traitor! "
This time, it was Fernando's turn to be dumbfounded. Since when did "fame" have the effect of increasing sales? This little girl still retained a little bit of innocence and naivety?
The sorcerer who competed with her chuckled and did not dare to argue anymore. He lowered his head and left.
"As a matter of fact, it was this Douglas next to me who killed the 'Hunter'. He's a ninth-circle archmage." Fernando would not claim other people's credit.
An archmage?
The sorcerers around looked at Douglas and felt even more lucky that they did not have a conflict with Fernando just now.
"You're all my heroes! My name is Erica. I'm a third-circle sorcerer in a small organization. " The girl smiled sweetly. Then, her smile turned gloomy. "It's a pity that there are fewer and fewer heroes like you. Everybody is used to failure and hiding. It's fine as long as they can escape the pursuit of the Church. They dare not hope for a victory at all."
Her straightforward words silenced the sorcerers nearby. They thought of the Church that was getting stronger and stronger, the pressure that was getting more and more terrifying, and the boundless darkness before their eyes.
"What can we do? The Church has so many legendary experts, and the pope is far stronger than the peak of legendary. What can we do … "In the crowd, someone replied angrily and desperately," If only Mr. Viken and Mr. Maskelyne hadn't gone missing. With so many level-three legends, the Church couldn't have developed at all … "
"Is that so? I don't think so! " Someone retorted aloud. "The pope is as strong as a demigod. 'Light of Stars' was killed by him, and the Liege of Death was' resurrected '. He's only level-three legendary now. Even the two top legends couldn't stop the pope. Can Mr. Maskelyne and Mr. Viken and the rest of them?"
Such words immediately raised a lot of curses. "Red Eye" cursed the Sylvanas Empire for having internal strife at such a critical moment, which led to the destruction of the Arthur Empire first. The Liege of Death, on the other hand, was resurrected with the most forbidden life-saving methods, but he was too weak to show his face under the suppression of the level-three "Sword of Truth".
The people of "Shadow Singers" cursed other sorcerers for not knowing how to cooperate at all. Otherwise, how could the Church have developed and how could the pope have accumulated such strength?
The necromancers of "Supreme Soul" were not good at quarreling, but their gloomy eyes were chilling. They seemed to believe that the main reason for the failure was that so many sorcerers were unwilling to contribute their souls and bodies. Otherwise, their organization would've raised an enormous and tough army of servants of the dead and crushed the Church. The divine powers of the Church were the bane of necromancers. Therefore, they hated and feared the Church most.
The elemental sorcerers of "Tower of Destroyers" joined the quarrel, but their core idea remained the same. They believed that the three magic empires made too many mistakes in the early years and ignored the development of the Church. Otherwise, they wouldn't have ended up like today!
"Perhaps our magic is outdated …" As they argued, some desperate sorcerers blurted out without thinking, "How many legendary experts has the Church raised in the past three hundred years? What about us? Perhaps divine powers represent … "
Silence, and more silence. This sentence directly poked at everyone's scars. Then, the sound of scolding erupted.
"Traitor! You're a traitor!"
"Our magic is much more abundant than divine powers! Much more mysterious! "
"Are there so many ways to save one's life with divine powers?"
In the noisy place, Erica, who sold the skin of the blue dragon, did not say anything. She simply stepped aside and sighed. Then, she said to Fernando and Douglas, "This is truly desperate … Thankfully, there are heroes like you."
"When you're desperate, it's time for change …" Douglas looked at the magic tower at the center of "Allyn" thoughtfully.
Clang!
A bell echoed, and the quarrels in the square were settled. The joint meeting of dozens of magic organizations was about to begin.
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