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Roland smiled with satisfaction, rested slightly for a while, and then took out the talisman pen, the blood of the first-order demonic beast, and the polished beast skin in turn, and placed them on top of the confession.

Everything was ready, Roland picked up the talisman pen on the confession case, which was full of demonic blood, and his spiritual power overflowed in an instant, and it was highly concentrated on the tip of the talisman pen.

Taking a deep breath, Roland's wrist began to turn, and the talisman pen also walked on the animal skin, and through a trace of contact, the blood of the demonic beast flowed down, and used it as a medium to leave his spiritual power on the polished animal skin.

It seemed that it was only a few breaths of time, and Roland had already finished sketching the last stroke, and the moment the tip of his talisman pen left the animal skin, he immediately stopped the overflow of spiritual power.

"Sure enough, it's just as I guessed!" Roland picked up the freshly sketched animal skin, feeling the faint magic fluctuations emanating from it, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It stands to reason that no samurai can make spell scrolls, because to make spell scrolls, you need to release mental power, and the minimum condition for mental power release is to reach the cultivation of a first-level mage.

However, Roland is a special case, the spillover of mental power is almost the same as the outward release, due to the high number of mental strength, the control is strong, although the mental power consumed, it is twice as much as the others, but it is still able to make spell scrolls.

The last thing he is afraid of now is wasting time, originally changing the proportion of time was for the needs of the Sealed Land, but now it has become his strongest backing, there is nothing more perverted than this.

Now what Roland has to do is to keep making zero-level spell scrolls, and then cultivate, slowly recovering his spiritual power, and repeating the cycle, like a sophisticated machine to run, just do it.

Five days, too much, too little.

The fifty magic materials he bought, as well as the spiritual food, were all consumed by him, and finally he got forty-five zero-level spell scrolls, such a high success rate, if other mages knew about it, they would definitely drop their jaws and think it was incredible.

Roland also knew that it was very good for beginners to make zero-level spell scrolls with a one-tenth success rate, but he mainly benefited from the fact that the basic knowledge of magic was solid and his mental power was high enough, so that such a situation would occur.

However, this time drawing the spell scroll, the biggest gain is his warrior cultivation, in the case of exhausting his cultivation many times in a row, the battle qi in the air pocket has grown to the peak, and it is just the last trace that can be connected to the second air pocket.

Packing the drawn spell scroll into his backpack, Roland saw that nothing had fallen, stepped into the outward teleportation array, returned to the hut, washed his face briefly, pushed the door and walked out.

At this time, the sky was bright, on the wooden table in the small courtyard, there was a pot of meat and a pot of yellow rice, Belera and little Lori had already gone out, seeing this situation, Roland hurriedly filled his stomach, and then entered the house, picked up his backpack and hurried towards the outside of the small courtyard.

This time when he came to Loulan Pass, he first found a tailor's shop, spent a silver coin, bought an ordinary gray robe of a priest, and waited until he was dressed neatly before carrying his backpack and walking towards the market in the south of the city.

Walking into the bazaar, Roland chose a relatively large magic supplies sales store, although the zero-level spell scroll is not too valuable, but the amount of sales this time is still relatively large, in order to get rid of it as soon as possible, find a strong one to be safer.

Of course, he wouldn't go to the shop where he bought the materials, and drawing forty-five spell scrolls in one night would scare the old man out of a heart attack.

As soon as Roland walked into the store, a gorgeous woman greeted him, saw the gray robe of the priest on his body, and said very humbly: "Your Excellency, do you need any help?" ”

"I'm going to sell some spell scrolls, who do you think would be the right fit?" Roland said straight to the point.

"Your Excellency, please wait a moment, and I will go to the steward to talk to you immediately!" After speaking, the woman turned and walked into a quiet room in the store and went to say goodbye.

Roland was not in a hurry, and walked around the store, looking at the expensive magic supplies, and couldn't help but secretly speak.

After a short time, the woman led a middle-aged man in a brocade robe and walked over.

The middle-aged man looked at the mage gray robe on Roland's body, and then his gaze fell on his somewhat immature face, and asked in a stiff tone, "Are you going to sell the spell scroll?" ”

"Hmm." Roland nodded, and then said with a respectful expression: "The teacher asked me to come over and sell the spell scroll, I don't know the specific situation, you can see for yourself." As he spoke, Roland handed the backpack in his hand to the middle-aged man.

"Oh!" The middle-aged man seemed to have woken up, smiled and took the backpack, handed it to the woman next to him, and said loudly: "Little brother, let's go, go inside and have a cup of tea, it'll be fine for a while." ”

"Okay!" Roland nodded humbly, showing a cautious look, and followed the middle-aged man into the quiet room.

A moment later, an old man in a robe, carrying a backpack, walked in, a pair of eyes flashed, glanced at Roland, he immediately felt the battle qi of the seal, slightly shocked, a trace of spiritual power overflowed, and shot back at the old man.

"Ahh The old man screamed, his face suddenly turned pale, and the essence of his eyes gradually disappeared.

"Tai Lao, what happened?" Hearing the old man's screams and seeing his pale face, the middle-aged man hurriedly asked.

Ignoring the middle-aged man's inquiry, the old man stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Roland, and said: "The old man is the appraiser in the store, the adult's spell scroll has been appraised, and it is worth a thousand gold coins, I don't know if the old man is still in service?" ”

Roland pondered for a moment, and said lightly: "The materials for making zero-level spell scrolls, come in a hundred copies, a hundred days of spiritual food, twenty first-order martial spirit pills, and twenty first-order spirit crystals, all of them are packed, and I will take them!" ”

After speaking, Roland waved his hand at the old man, closed his eyes, and looked like an old god.

"Okay, my lord, wait a minute, the old man will do it immediately!" The old man bowed to Roland, and then walked out the door quickly.

"My lord..."Seeing Tai Lao hurriedly go out, the middle-aged man shouted softly and carefully.

"Hmm... What's up? Roland slowly opened his eyes, and then asked slowly.

"My lord, this is the VIP card of our store, the next time you come, you can enjoy the VIP service and preferential price."

The middle-aged man smiled and handed over a card.

"Okay." Picking up the card, Roland put it in his pocket without even looking at it, and then closed his eyes again.

Soon after, there was a soft knock on the door of the ashram, and the old man walked in with his backpack and said softly, "My lord, everything you need is ready!" ”

Roland slowly opened his eyes, nodded silently, and then got up and walked forward, took the backpack from the old man's hand, and walked outside without looking back.

Looking at Roland's figure, disappearing outside the door, the middle-aged man in brocade clothes couldn't help but ask, "Old Tai, what is the origin of this?" ”

"Old monster, definitely an old monster!"

The old man wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve and reminded: "Don't look at his immaturity, it's all a deceptive illusion, I estimate that he is at least a hundred years old, and the strength of a senior mage or above, you kid will open your eyes wider in the future, if this kind of thing happens again, I will break your legs!" ”

After speaking, the old man walked out of the quiet room in a huff..."I provoked someone!" The middle-aged man sat down on a stool.