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The gold mine babble, and of course, the goblin tycoon has something in common with Mr. Jonathan in the saga of gods and ghosts, that is, at least one of every three to five sentences has to do with money.

"Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow." Mr. Borgin said.

"Ah, that's great, I like money, but I don't like those stinky bats looking at me with the eyes of food, really." Mr. Goldmine said.

After agreeing on a time with Mr. Goldmine, Mr. Borgin returned to Borgin-Bock. Pushing open the door, the original room no longer exists, but has become a distorted void.

He raised his left hand, the crystal ring on his finger flickered, and the whole person disappeared in place.

In Chen Ping's half-dimensional planet, a large building with an area the size of more than half a street was suspended above the ground, and dozens of probes were carving runes into the interior of the building in order.

Where is this an ordinary store building, it is simply a fortress that is enough to deal with a small space war!

Among the three races of StarCraft, the Protoss has the most advanced space teleportation technology, as long as the starry sky map is formed on the ground, it can directly teleport designated buildings in other planes to the corresponding location.

Originally, such a move required a large amount of energy, and even Chen Ping could not carry out such a plan at will, but after obtaining the Cosmic Cube, the infinite spatial energy was enough to support this qiē.

Pushing open the door of this building, the space inside is simply empty like a small city, with rows of shelves and counters neatly arranged.

Between the various product areas, there are teleportation points, and users can easily be transported to most areas using a network similar to Floo Powder.

Standing on the portal device, Mr. Borgin muttered a few words softly, and when he reappeared, he was already at the back of the building.

This is a standard mage alchemy room, with an area of about twenty square meters that can accommodate the work of about five mages. In addition to the alchemy workbench, there were rows of cabinets containing the materials he had collected over the past few days.

And on both sides and behind this alchemy room, there are rows of warehouses and workshops, one by one like probes of a little bee's class, shuttling back and forth with an astonishing degree.

At the rear of these warehouses are hexagonal crystal columns, which serve as the energy reserve center for the entire building.

Anyone will be shocked to see such an arrangement, this is not a simple shop, but a whole small city integrating production, storage and sales. And beneath the coating on the surface of those buildings, the lotus-shaped ionic turrets in full bloom at the cross-junction of the brackets are shimmering with a golden luster.

Entering the alchemy room, he sat down in his place, and in just a few moments, Mr. Borgin entered into meditation.

He was so tired.

Poor Mr. Borgin hadn't closed his eyes much these days, and although his will was no longer his, his body was still mere mortal, and it was only supported by some potions. I would have been able to support it normally, but considering that I would be going to the Shadow Chamber of Commerce the next day, I had to use deep meditation to recover.

An arbitrary door opened beside him, and Chen Ping walked out of the door, looking at this old and fragile body, and said helplessly:

"What a hassle, it looks like I should think about turning this body into a lich."

Contrary to the powerful spiritual powers, the wizards in this world are not much stronger than ordinary people, and Mr. Borgin is no exception, and he has too few people available now.

"Regardless, this body will be useful for quite some time."

Chen Ping raised his hand, and Mr. Bokin's body was suspended under the influence of the mage's hand, floating flat in front of him.

After using a magic trick, an old body lay on an alchemy table in front of him.

He took out his wand, and after repeated infiltration with high concentration of magic power, the wand had become a dark purple crystal, and on the tip of the wand, there was a small flame the size of a pinpoint, sizzling and burning.

Chen Ping picked up a crystal bottle from the table, the churning red liquid in the bottle was slightly bubbling, he opened the cap, and a smell of bloody blood came out.

"Dragon's Blood!"

This vial of blood, part of the harvest he had received from killing the Hungarian horn-tailed dragon the last time he came to this world, was not a top-notch item in his collection, but it was enough for the job at hand.

Pulled by his wand, the viscous dragon blood turned into a silky liquid curtain, wrapping Mr. Bokin's body, and after a dozen breaths, the old body was completely soaked in dragon blood.

Extremely skillfully, Chen Ping raised the wand in his hand, and at this moment, his spirit completely merged with the wand in his hand.

Like a master painter, Chen Ping waved the wand in his hand and imprinted stripes of different thicknesses on this body.

"Magical tattoos!"

In the world of Torrell, magical tattoos are a magical art that has long been practiced in the Northlands, and the rulers of Cell, the red-robed mages, are masters of this technique. Through Guò Magic Tattoos, those of Cell's Red Robes can tattoo up to 7 Magic Tattoos on their bodies for buffs, curses, and storage spells.

Chen Ping was not a red-robed wizard, he learned the craft during his long years as a lich, when he visited the City of Fayin, where he learned the art by luck in a tattoo parlor owned by the devil.

Unlike the kind of tattoos that most red-robed mages are familiar with, the technique he learned is more of a means to strengthen the ability of the recipient, and through various means of mystical significance, it can give the recipient stronger strength, stamina, strength, and even intelligence and wisdom.

This ability is magical, but it is also limited, and the tattoo that everyone can accept is limited and irreversible. After receiving some tattoos, the recipient loses the possibility of getting other tattoos forever.

Chen Ping kept busy, focused like a surgeon at the operating table, with patches of black-and-red patterns stretching out under his hands, covering his chest, back, and limbs.

Immediately after, Chen Ping opened his hands, and the gentle light like a winter fire covered Bo Jin's whole body, and the red-black liquid penetrated into the skin, like a taut cloth, and the wrinkles disappeared like a taut drum skin, and the skin became smooth and tight.

When Chen Ping stopped his movements, except for the part above his neck, the original old body had become like a middle-aged man in his forties. On the surface of the skin, there is a faint red aura. An inexplicable majesty of the superior emanates from his body.

"Dragon's Bloodline----------- Lesser Dragon's Might"

Of course, this kind of absolute copycat transformation can't be compared to the real dragon descendants or even those dragon descendants, and it doesn't have much of the latter's display potential, but even the most brilliant identification or magic eyes can't deny the thin dragon vein bloodline that Bojin has after the transformation.

"Okay, it's a little rougher, but it should be enough to fool those little bats." Chen Ping smiled slyly.

He muttered a few incantations, and a spatial door opened in front of him, and he stepped inside.

Although Hogwarts has a strong spatial prohibition, any prohibition has its rules to be found, and it is not difficult for Chen Ping, who is proficient in spatial spells, to find a way.

It's like a submarine sailing underwater, and when driving underwater, it seems impossible to open a door and get out of the boat, or enter the boat from the outside, without bringing in a lot of seawater, but with the use of a sealed cabin and compressed air, there is no difficulty in doing so.

In the same way, to penetrate the magical barrier of Hogwarts, you only need to enter the astral realm from Hogwarts and then use teleportation magic from the astral realm, and his second doppelganger is the best spatial landmark.

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