Of course, Andrew's control panel from the front window, which can be seen from the front window, also has a lot of weight on Andrew's decision - it's not that Andrew can't use magic to destroy it into a pile of useless scrap metal and pipes, but if these security systems are shut down without prior notice, the connected company will be alerted. There is no point in this happening at all - the real information has to be found elsewhere.

Still, this incident bothered Andrew a little, and Andrew sensed that there seemed to be someone in the room. Andrew instinctively knocked on the door a few times and even rang the electric bell. No one answered the door, and the lights in the house were not turned on. Andrew shrugged his shoulders and walked to the back of the house, passing several empty trash cans.

That's a bit of a mystery. What Andrew meant was that even if no one was here for a long time, there should be something in the bucket. Could it be that the garbage truck will drive all the way down and carry the garbage away?

If the Monica family comes to the house on the weekend and wants the trash to be collected, it makes sense that they will take the bin to the curb outside the driveway when they leave, which means that the cleaning crew will leave the empty bin on the side of the road. Someone must have taken the bucket back to the house.

Of course, this person may not be Philip, it may be a neighbor or someone else. Perhaps he tipped the cleaning crew and asked them to take the bucket back to the house. Something must have happened though, suggesting that maybe the house wasn't unoccupied all week.

Andrew left the house and walked towards the lakefront. This night, the moon is white and the wind is clear, and it is a little cool. The towering old trees creak in the wind, and the mosquitoes are not too venomous at this time. The waning moon hung overhead, and occasionally a few veil-like clouds passed by.

It was the perfect night to catch ghosts.

Andrew found a clearing by the lake without leaves and branches, swept the dust off it, and then took the easy disk out of Andrew's backpack. Andrew held the easy disc to make sure it wasn't affected by gravity.

Andrew was about to make a very old summon at this time, and when he failed to try the soul chasing spell, Andrew could think of the fastest way to complete Monica's commission was to ask a knowledgeable elf--- who wanted to summon the local "land father", many goblins or goblins, who knew the local mysteries very well.

Unfortunately, as far as Andrew knows, whether it is a goblin, a goblin or a ghost, their attitude towards wizards is not friendly, and if Andrew does not have the advantage of being a "unicorn wizard", I am afraid it will be difficult for him to learn these secrets. Faced with this situation, Andrew had to resort to a little "little trick".

He drew a circle on the ground, covered it with leaves and branches, and made a mental note of where the edge line was. Andrew focused on the ring, not letting any magic slip in and mess up the trap.

Next, Andrew carefully arranged, using small cups and bowls as bait. Andrew poured a very small amount of milk into the cup and filled the bowl with the small jar of honey in his backpack.

Andrew tore a small slice of bread and pricked it in his thumb with a knife. In the silvery moonlight, dark red blood gushed out from under the skin, and Andrew gracefully dipped some blood from one side of the multigrain bread to let the bread suck in the blood. Andrew put the blood-soaked side of the bread side down on a plate.

The trap is done. Andrew put his things away and hid under a tree.

To catch a goblin, you need to understand two parts of magic.

One of them is the concept of a real name. Everything in the world has a name, and the name is made up of unique pronunciations and intonation of words, corresponding to a specific individual - a bit like the theme song of a movie.

If you know the name of something, you can connect it with magic sense, just as a wizard can reach out and touch the owner of something if he gets his hands on a lock of hair, a few fingernails, or a few drops of blood.

If you know the name of something, you can magically connect with it, just like when you know someone's phone number, you can find it and talk to him.

It's not enough to know the name – you also have to know how to pronounce it. If you ask someone with both names "Jack Leonardo Smith" to pronounce their names once, one can hear two subtle differences in intonation and pronunciation, each of which belongs to its owner. Wizards tend to collect names of creatures, spirits, and people, as if they were making a super-giant business book. You have absolutely no idea when it will come in handy.

Another part that you have to understand is the theory of conservation of magic. The vast majority of magic contains some form of conservation--- such as any potion crafting must use at least one magical material. When you want to get a magic that works, you have to have a proper conservation of magic, making sure that your magic has its source and has a place to go, like a complete circle, which limits what a wizard can do.

This helps wizards adjust their magic--- but also tells wizards that if they want to use Transfiguration on the entire planet, they may need to input far more magic power than the sum of the energies they can provide--- which of course allows wizards to understand what magic is possible and what is obviously impossible--- allowing them to focus and control magic more precisely.

To achieve this goal, it is necessary to create a system that is possible to be completed as defined by the theory of conservation of magic, and at the same time to prevent other external magical energies from intervening, and to use it once the cycle is formed with the right magic.

To create a magic loop, you can draw it on the ground, or form a circle with several people holding hands, or burn incense in a circle, or use other methods, and stay focused while crafting.

After that, all you have to do is put a little bit of energy into closing the ring, and you're done.

Another function of magical balance is that it keeps out magical creatures such as goblins or even demons.

Usually the magic balance is used to keep them from running in, but it takes a bit of a lot of work to create a magic balance to keep them from running out.

That's where blood comes in handy. Blood brings magic. If you get some of someone's blood, that blood has some kind of supernatural meaning, which is called magical energy. If you're not going to use someone else's blood for magical energy like a vampire would, the size of the energy will be tiny, but still enough to close the magical balance.

Many wizards already know how to do it, but Andrew doesn't recommend trying it at home, otherwise the average wizard won't know what to do if something goes wrong---- don't forget that Luna's poor mother died in a terrible accident.

Andrew hides behind a tree and calls out the name of the specific goblin or goblin that Andrew is looking for. In contrast to Andrew's nickname "Doodoo", his real name is made up of a series of rather beautiful-sounding syllables. Andrew concentrates on pronouncing his real name and begins to summon, a trick that will make him appear on his own. At least in theory.

What is his real name? Come on, do you think a wizard would leak this so easily? Andrew had a lot of trouble finding out.

Ten minutes later, Dudu flapped his wings and emerged from the foaming water. At first, Andrew saw his reflection as the reflection of the moonlight on the surface of a rippling lake.

Doodoo is about six inches tall. A pair of silver dragonfly wings protruded from his back, and the white, graceful, tiny human form showed the brilliance of the elves. He was surrounded by a halo of light, and had thick, supple hair, like the feathers of a bird of paradise, and pale red.

Doodoo loves bread, milk and honey – a common problem with leprechauns. They don't want to burrow headlong into honeycombs to eat honey, and since high-tech livestock farms have replaced the traditional dairy industry, the phantom world has been in a milk shortage. Of course, they could not grow their own wheat, harvest it, threshit it, and grind it into flour to make bread.

Dudu cautiously descended from the sky, scanning the trees around him. He didn't see Andrew, who saw him wipe his mouth and walk slowly around the mini-dinner, his hands still greedily massaging his stomach. As long as he picks up the bread and closes the magical balance, Andrew can give him what he wants.

Doodoo is a small elf in the area, somewhat similar to the dockers of the Illusory World. If anyone knew Philip's whereabouts, Doodoo might be one of them, at least he probably knew who would.

Dudu hesitated for a moment, swaying back and forth beside the food, but still slowly flew closer. Honey is to goblins what flame is to moths. Doodoo had been to this several times before, and the nature of goblins was that they couldn't keep their memories for long, and they couldn't change their foraging nature. Andrew continued to hold his breath.

The goblin finally crouched down, picked up the bread, dipped it in honey, and began to gobble it up. As far as Andrew could hear, Andrew heard the magic balance snap shut.

Doodoo's response was quite quick. He screamed like a rabbit caught in a trap, buzzing and flapping his wings into the lake. Just near the sideline of the magical balance, he slammed into something as hard as a brick wall, spewing out a small cloud of silver powder. Dudu snorted, and his leprechaun ass fell straight to the ground.

"I knew it!" he shouted Andrew as he walked towards him from the bushes. He has a high pitch, but it sounds more like a dead child than the exaggerated leprechaun voice that Andrew hears in cartoons.

"I finally remembered where I had seen these plates! You vile, shameless, filthy, clumsy, ugly, unresponsive mortal scum!"

"Hi toot. Andrew told him. "Do you remember the last time we interacted? “

Dudu glared at Andrew contemptuously and stamped his feet on the ground, more silver elf powder falling with the vibrations. "Let me out!" he demanded. "Otherwise, I'll go and tell the Queen!"

"If I don't let you out. Andrew broke him. "There's no way you can tell the Queen. And you and I know very well that the Queen will have nothing good to say about a dewdrop goblin who stinks of milk, and is stupid enough to be abducted by bread, milk, and honey. “

Dudu crossed his arms on his chest, unruly. "I warn you, mortal, let me out, or I'll give you a taste of the terrible, terrifying, unrivaled power of goblin magic! I'll pull out your teeth one by one! I'll gouge out all your eyes! Fill your mouth with cow dung, and stuff worms into your ears!"

"Try to be as cruel as you can. Andrew shrugged indifferently. "When you're done, we'll talk about how to get you out of that ring. “

Andrew thought he was bragging, and Andrew always thought so, but he probably couldn't remember what he said. If you've lived for hundreds of years, you often don't remember the little things. Dudu kicked up a puff of dust with one of his small feet. "Andrew, you have to pretend to be scared. “

"Sorry, toot, I'm running out of time. “

"Time, time. Dudu grumbled. "Is this all you mortals ever complaining about? Everybody is complaining about not having enough time! The whole city is struggling and exhausted! You humans should learn to use your time wisely. “

Andrew is naturally good at putting up with boring speeches. Anyway, Dudu's patience for the same thing is never so long that it gets boring.

"Hmph, I remember that before you pale, frail fellows arrived, the people who lived here never complained of ulcers and--" Dudu looked back at bread, milk, and honey. His eyes sparkled, and he walked slowly, grabbed the rest of the bread in one hand, dipped it in all the honey, and ate it greedily, like a bird.

"That's a good thing, Andrew. We've never eaten these weird stuff before. “

"Preservatives. Andrew said.

"Whatever. Dudu drank the milk as well, and then immediately sat down on the ground, touching his bulging belly. "Alright. He said. "Now let me out. “

"Not yet, toot, I want to know something first. “

Doodoo frowned at Andrew. "You wizards, you always want to know things. You know, I can really shove cow dung in your mouth. He stood up, folded his arms over his chest with vigour, and stared straight up at Andrew, as if Andrew wasn't a few dozen heads taller than him at all. "Good. He said in a haughty tone. "I give you, little savage, a wish as a generous reward for your meal. “

Andrew deliberately kept it serious. "You're so kind. “

Doodoo snorted through his nose, in a way that showed disdain for Andrew. "I am kind and intelligent by nature. “

Andrew nodded, as if this was really great wisdom. "Well, that's right, toot. I'd like to know if you've been around here for the past few nights, or know who's around. I'm looking for someone who might be here. “

"What if I told you. Dudu said. "Will you help me dismantle this magic pattern formation that must have appeared around me because of a strange coincidence?"

"It makes perfect sense. Andrew said seriously.

Dudu looked like he was thinking about it, and he didn't want to cooperate in the first place, and finally nodded. "Okay. You'll get the news you want. Let me out. “

Andrew winked his eyes. "Are you sure?

Dudu stomped his foot again, shaking off more silver dust. "Andrew!

Andrew crossed his arms. "I'm going to listen to you. “

Dudu raised his hands. "Good, good, good! I swear, I swear, I swear! I'll find out what you want to know!" he flew uneasily within the ring, his wings quickly letting him fly. "Let me out! Let me out!"

The goblin swears three times, which is equivalent to hanging a guarantee. Andrew walked quickly over to the magic balance and wiped the ring on the ground with his foot to untie it. The ring fades with the small amount of energy released.

Doodoo quickly flew over the sea again, like a small silver comet, and he disappeared in an instant like Santa Claus.

Andrew waited for a moment, walking around in case he fell asleep. If Andrew falls asleep, Doodoo can fully use his goblin rights to tell Andrew the news while Andrew sleeps in order to fulfill his promise. And, based on how Andrew had just caught him and humiliated him, it was possible that he would have done something to get a game back – he might not remember it at all two weeks later, but if Andrew had given him a chance tonight, Andrew might wake up with a bloody horse's head at his feet, and Andrew wouldn't have thought it would be good for business.

Andrew paced and waited. It usually takes half an hour to investigate the news that Andrew needs.