"Just pick up a stalk and use it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Marcus said, closing his eyes and reaching out to pick among the stacks of wands.

Maureen thought back to the books he had read, made sure he was right, and began to stroke his wand.

However, Marcus immediately opened his eyes again, looked at the old man with the goatee very vigilantly, and said suspiciously: "There may be some damage to the wand during the selection process, you won't charge us another money, right?!"

Wang Del waved his dirty sleeve angrily, and exclaimed, "Of course not! Besides, wands that can be damaged are often the result of poor production, which is not the case in my case—"

"Click"

Before the old man could finish speaking, he heard the sound of wood breaking.

He turned his head in disbelief and saw a sight that made him want to cry: in the hand of the blue-eyed boy, a pale blue wand was breaking longitudinally from the middle, raising a lot of flying wood chips.

Merlin was also taken aback when he saw the break of the wand in his hand, but he heard the conversation between the old man and Marcas, and learned that this was not a special phenomenon, and there was no need to compensate himself, so he was no longer nervous, thought about it, put the wand of the wand aside, and thought to himself: Thanks to the old man's cowhide blowing all over the sky, the things made are not the same problem, as for Tilna's high opinion of him, it must also be for the face of the academy, there is a lot of moisture in it.

Marcus was stunned at first, joking, I was talking about the damage to the wand was just a blocked sense of magic, broken lines, or something like that, and I had never heard of such a situation. However, noticing the old man's heart-wrenching expression, he immediately gloated again, and said in his Gesuok aristocratic tone: "Someone just said that they won't take another money, right, Wang De, great, teacher." ”

He bit the word "master" heavily, and the mockery in his words could not be more obvious.

Wang De's old face flushed, touched his beard, and coughed lightly, as if he was going to explain.

But before he could open his mouth, Barron on the side replied in a thick voice: "That's right, he just said it, I can hear it clearly." "Hmph, a wand of five hundred and fifty gold is not so easy to cheat my brother Morin's money.

The old man with the goatee had no choice but to say, "I won't charge any other money, and occasionally I doze off while making a wand, which is also a normal situation, a normal situation." With that, he walked out from behind the counter, picked up the wand that had broken in Morin's hand, and looked at it, but there was confusion in his eyes.

Wang Del took the remains of the pale blue wand and returned to the counter, as if he wanted to take a closer look, but as soon as he turned around and took a step, he immediately froze in the air.

Because another click came from behind him.

As if against a thousand resistances, he turned slowly, and saw a dark purple curved wand broken in two knots in Merlin's hand.

The old man, who couldn't stand it anymore, held the remains of the pale blue wand in one hand and his heart in the other, and cried out frantically, "What's the situation!!

The rest, including Marcus and Aeno, were also amazed by the scene, and there was a moment of silence in the dimly lit shop.

Morin looked at the wand in his hand depressedly, then looked at the old man, and asked hesitantly, "...... What's the situation?"

I didn't make the wand, and I didn't call the name of the master, and you old man with a big beard asked me what was going on? How would I know what it was, either because the wand you made was of poor quality, or I was unlucky, and everything I picked was problematic.

The boy thought for a moment, stuffed the remains of the lilac wand in his hand into Wang De's hand, and turned his head to pick up a dark brown wand.

The old man with the goatee stiffly clutched the remains of the four-section wand in his hand, staring at the newly picked up wand in the young man's hand.

This time he could see it clearly.

First, the body of the wand shone slightly, and some smooth lines gradually appeared from the handle to the end, which was the awakening process of the wand, and there was nothing abnormal about it. If there is another problem, it can only be the next link of spiritual resonance. Wang Del held his breath, and the hand that was originally covering his heart grabbed a handful of his beard.

But there was nothing abnormal, and he didn't feel any magic conflict, and even the dark brown wand was perfect in his eyes, and the next moment, without warning, with a crisp sound, it broke in the middle. Then the boy opened his dark blue eyes, and his clear gaze was full of depression.

Fifteen hundred, no, 1,700 gold coins, Wang Del thought bitterly, it was just gone, there was no possibility of repair, in fact, even if it could be repaired, it would leave flaws, and it would not be taken out and sold by him.

Seeing Morin casually touching another wand, the old man hurriedly shouted, "Stop!"

"Keep picking!" Marcus exclaimed excitedly: "Before you find a wand that can resonate with you, you don't need to add extra money to pick and break any wand!" Obviously, Mo Lin not only has a very strange range of knowledge, but also has a strange mental power, it is best to bankrupt this profiteer, five hundred and fifty gold, if you have the ability, you can go to the southern territory of the Gesok Empire to sell it, see if I don't find someone to seal up your shop!

Mo Lin looked at Wang Deer tentatively, "Can I pick again?"

"No!! old man said angrily, "I'll help you choose!"

When he walked back to the counter, he painfully put aside the wand wreckage in his hand and stooped down to take out a small bundle of wands from under the counter.

The small bundle of wands was obviously more delicate, and the wand body was also carved with decorations, and the texture also looked a little different.

Wang Del frowned, took out a pure white wand from it, and muttered: "The hundred-year-old silver tree that grows on the shore of the Bizhi Lake, takes the core of the tree and rests on the top of the sky for a thousand nights, and bathes in the light of the moon god in the Starta Festival, which is enough to withstand all the spiritual qualities, and it is really the peak of an entry-level basic magic wand, and it was originally regarded as a work of art." ”

He reluctantly handed the pure white wand to Morin, complaining, "What a lucky little ghost." ”

But what puzzled and even frightened the old man happened, the pure white wand in Mo Lin's hand, after a slight light, although it did not break immediately, but the body of the wand was trembling slightly. With Wang De's familiarity with the wand, he could clearly sense that the structure in it was crumbling little by little, and he quickly snatched the wand and wiped his dirty sleeve twice.

No, still no, the old man with the goatee pulled off several mustaches in a hurry, he picked out a wand and put it in Morin's hand, and before he could react, he immediately took it back, and even then, one of them broke immediately after touching Morin's palm, making him let out a painful wail.

The young man was like a spectator, looking at the old man in confusion as he changed the wand in his hand, obviously some of the wands did not explode, but before he could resonate with him, the old man hurriedly snatched it back.

One more, another one.

No, not yet.

Wang Del snatched a dark purple wand from Mo Lin's hand again, and subconsciously went to pull the small bundle beside him, but found that it was empty, and couldn't help but collapse and shout "What the hell is going on!! he leaned in front of the young man, knocked his skull hard, and then pulled his ears to look at it, and asked: "Are you really a human?!" But even if it's a giant dragon, it's time to find an entry-level wand that suits him!"

Morin glanced at the old man, "Of course it's humans, Lothars, if it's fake!"

However, the boy's attention was suddenly attracted by another object.

It was a wand that was hung on the wall, and it looked like an ordinary black branch, and even there was a green leaf left at the handle of the wand, without any carving or decoration, like an ornament.

But the black branches seemed to call the boy.

Merlin slowly walked to the wall and took it into his hand, and a feeling of joy came, as if the excited little black was sharing its joy.

And as the green leaves of the cane swayed slightly, the boy felt the world around him become clearer: the scattered light in the shop, the slight movement of Aeinor's eyelashes, the dust falling from the roof, the twinkle of the old man's brow.

This is the effect of spiritual resonance, and finally found a lever that works, and the boy breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wait a minute!" Wang Del saw the black branch in the young man's hand, and hurriedly shouted: "That wand is a collector's item, not for sale!"

The young man frowned, stretched out his hand to the bundle of wands beside him, and asked, "Then I'll try something else?"

"No!" cried the old man with the goatee, joking, if I try to give you another try, won't I be bankrupt?

"Could it be that you can't find a basic entry-level wand in the store that suits me?" said Morin with a smile.

"When...... Of course, of course you can find it!" Wang De blushed and said intermittently.

"Then you might as well pick one for me!" the boy exclaimed, "Or is this not a basic wand in my hand?" Although he had just held it in his hand, he already liked the wand like a black branch, and it felt like he was reunited with a friend he hadn't seen in a long time.

"If I'm right, this wand doesn't have any gems, it's going to be entry-level. "I've read more books than you've had a beard, don't try to fool Maureen!"

"That's not ...... It's not an ordinary entry-level wand!" The old man muttered, as if there was nothing he could do, and finally said helplessly, "Okay, okay, I'll lend you this wand first, but only for you!" he emphasized.

"What about Morin's five hundred and fifty gold coins, which I lent you first?" but it was the little vampire who said to the side, it would be great if he could save more hundreds of gold coins.

"That's the cost of the rental!" shouted the old man, who is the profiteer after breaking so many wands of mine, and trying to get rid of the gold coins, "You little devils, that's enough! The wands are also picked, give them all out! As for you, your name is Merlin," the old man paused, "I remember you! When you get a better wand that you can use, give it back to me immediately, and you are not allowed to take it out of the academy or go on adventures, but only for studying, otherwise you will look good in class!"

"Tilna, take them away!" the old man waved his sleeves and muttered, "The students have not bought wands at the academy these days, and I don't know how long it will take to make up for such a big loss, and it is really getting worse and worse these years." ”

The Vess Demon Spirit nodded respectfully, and led a few people out of the shop.

Seeing that the profiteers had suffered a lot of losses, Marcus took the wand he had picked up and followed Tilna in a good mood. Morin carefully observed the black branch in his hand, and the emerald green leaf at the handle of the staff swayed gently as if it were alive.

As a few imps left the store, Wang Deer narrowed his eyes. His eyes seemed to flicker with the light and shadow of the past, and he whispered to himself: "It's very interesting to be able to have a spiritual resonance with that wand, the cane of the Elemental Emperor Odaron, young man, don't lose it for me......"

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