The impact on the main material plane caused by this energy storm that erupted from the depths of the astral plane was not only [Elemental Tide] and [Sage Havoc]......

Shaking his head and silently throwing aside some of the thoughts that had come to his mind, Muse put the only small piece of rye ham sandwich bread in his hand into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it silently, and drank the yogurt soup in one gulp.

"I need to go out and run something on my own. After leaning Lu, who was half-leaning on his body, leaned back in his chair, Muse stood up, untied a half-full money bag from his waist and handed it to Luden.

"And Ludon, you're here waiting for Carter's news. ”

"I think it's a good choice to order half a grouse and a bottle of wine in the process......"

"Also, remember to take care of my little pet. ”

Luden took the money bag, nodded and said in a low voice, "Understood, my lord." ”

While the muse walked out, Luden directly moved the seat next to Lu, and then untied the straight-edged knife tightly wrapped in strips of cloth on his back and put it in a conspicuous place at hand, matching his indifferent face, it immediately created an atmosphere that no one was close to......

Walking out of the inn, the muse went straight into the noisy flow of people, and slowly advanced along the rammed dirt road behind the hotel, along the rammed dirt road, dressed in a gray robe and inconspicuous, and soon came to the gate of the middle city.

The surface of the stone wall has been deliberately flattened, and the fifteen-meter-high wall and the ground are at a standard right angle, and the two arrow towers on both sides of the gate are like giants, and the many dense shooting holes on them also make the arrow tower look even more terrifying.

A group of guards at the city gate were all dressed in full-body chain mail and armed with halberds, and they were burly and tall, led by a knight dressed in silver-white plate armor.

Obviously, unlike the Lower City, which is almost a three-way zone, the Midtown is patrolled and guarded by the garrison of Ammon City, and it is an orderly area.

Midtown was not crowded with cattle, so it was not crowded, and following a number of civilians carrying or carrying goods, the Muse stepped into the territory of Midtown without attracting the attention of the guards.

The pavement under his feet turned into a bluestone paved road, and after standing in place and thinking about it, he casually beckoned a man with a weathery face on the side of the city gate, who was obviously a guide, and threw out a silver shield and said, "This silver shield is yours." ”

"Take me to the streets of Amon City where the spell shops gather. ”

"Then, you'll get two silver shields. ”

With a smile on his face, the man bowed slightly and said, "Generous sir, please come with me." ”

After about twenty minutes of walking, the muse was taken by the man to a street deep in the business district, and as far as the eye could see, the street was lined with dozens of large and small spell shops.

The nearest spell shop has a gorgeous façade, and the four flower characters "Quiet Garden" on the signboard with a little magic aura are shining in different colors, which is obviously a powerful big store.

Satisfied with the man's efficiency in leading the way, the muse gave him a reward of three silver guilders and turned away, but did not rush to any of the spell shops, but walked slowly down the street and looked up.

Obviously, the thriving trade that guarded the Angolo Canyon, the gateway to the Northlands, had led to a large number of professionals who served as caravan guards, and the business of the spell shops here was thriving.

At this time, the streets were filled with a number of professionals with obvious faces on their faces, walking in and out of the spell shops from time to time, occasionally with one or two mages in robes.

Walking silently, not showing any strange colors, the muse casually looked at the shops on both sides, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Soon, the short street came to an end, and the muse, who seemed to have made up his mind, strode to a small and inconspicuous shop at the end of the street with a somewhat dilapidated sign.

This little shop is called "The Northern Cabin", a nondescript name, and apparently it is the most typical kind of small self-run spell shop.

Pushing open the hidden door of the store, as soon as he stepped into the store, a very complicated, strange smell composed of a mixture of multiple smells lingered in the muse's nose, and he instantly recognized the smell of blue mint, coagulated fat, sunshine powder and other spell-casting materials inside.

As you can see, the area of the store is not large, only twenty or thirty square meters, and it can only accommodate five people at most.

The wooden shelves are not only yellowed but also appear to have insect eyes, and there are all kinds of large and small chests, boxes and bags, some of which have a crack in them, which is clearly the source of the smell.

Perhaps no one except the owner of the store could figure out exactly which type of product was placed where.

At this time, the only young man in the store was sitting behind the counter, writing and drawing, and the words in his mouth were muttering: "No, it doesn't seem right here." ”

"There's a sense of incongruous obscurity. ”

"I can feel that if I do this, this spell scroll will fail to transcribe again......"

"What went wrong?"

The robed young man was so focused on the transcription spell scroll in his hand that he didn't even notice the muse walking in.

Walking over to the counter, Muse noticed a piece of parchment spread out on the table, and the young man was using spell ink to draw runic patterns and spell words on the parchment, and after a slight glance, he could see that the other party was trying to transcribe a scroll of a magic missile.

Out of basic mage etiquette, the muse wanted to wait for the young man to finish the work at hand before speaking, but after watching for half an hour, the young man's work at hand was still in place, he couldn't help but shake his head, and couldn't help but speak:

"Changing the shape of the main pattern from a pentagram to an inscribed equilateral triangle circle, the magic missile as a basic ring spell does not need the pentagram as a concentrating pattern, and the circle and triangle represent circulation and stability, which is the most suitable ......"

"Then draw the three spell runes at the vertices of the triangle, and then ......"

Just a few words, the young man's expression was stunned, and after pondering for a while, he suddenly stood up and laughed: "I understand, that's right, that's it!"

"Mentor, you're so right!"

But after the young man had finished expressing his unbearable excitement, he realized that it was clearly not his mentor who had just given him guidance standing in front of him—he had not seen the iconic long, snow-white beard.

"Uh......"

The young man's face suddenly became very delicate.