"Well, what do you think of Moslian?" In a private room in a restaurant, Western Australia asked the Snow White Girl next to him.

Snow White Maiden is his sister Sipu, and this time he asks Sipu to test Moslian to see if he is capable of anything and whether it is worth trying to win over and join his camp.

"It's very good, I don't have to say anything about strength, and the content of teaching people is also worth this point." Sipu gave Moslian a very high rating, and I don't know how much subjectivity there was in it.

Western Australia knows that her sister usually looks cold and ruthless, but in fact, she is extremely gentle in her bones, even if she is not good, she will leave some face for the other party and say that it is okay.

However, the evaluation is indeed not low, and it seems that Moslian still has a lot of room for improvement, and he is a person worth wooing.

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And now Moslian is working overtime to make potions, and he plans to mix them all tonight.

When drinking the third tube of medicine, the body also reached its limit, and drinking too many drugs in one day led to the collapse of the body.

From the cracks on the hands, to the back of the chest and even the cheeks, small cracks appeared, and red blood came out.

"It's the limit?" Moslian coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The brutal magic energy was scurrying around in his body, so that his body was not lightly injured, and three tubes of magic potions a day were still too reluctant.

With a pair of external dressings, he took off his clothes and wiped his whole body, and finally suppressed these violent magical energy.

Magic is something completely beyond human comprehension, and its nature is like that of the world when human beings were first born, and they know nothing but the most basic.

There are many explorations, and now I can finally use magic a little, but I am still far from mastering it.

Enduring the scorching pain of his body, Moslian suspected that he was lying in bed, and sure enough, this inferior medicine to enhance the body was a trap.

Moslian, who thought that the pain would not last long and would not hurt too much, now the pain was so painful that he bowed into a shrimp, and his saliva could not be controlled.

The pain was like a tingling that cracked his bones and then regrouped, and it was comfortable, but only for a few seconds.

After a few seconds, he had to face even more pain, like rubbing salt on a wound, and the wound that had just recovered was torn open again.

"Ah......h Hiss......! Yikes ......! ”

Moslian clutched the quilt so that his voice would not reach too far.

The most desperate thing is not only that, but there is also magic that is restoring your sanity, so that Demoslian can't pass out even if he wants to...

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After a night of torture, when the pain finally cleared the next morning, Moslian looked at the red-stained quilt and was terrified.

The pain was so torturous that he still felt his scalp tingle when he remembers it now.

When he entered the bathroom to wash away the scabbed blood on his body, and when he came out to look in the mirror, Moslian found that he had grown taller again, he was only a little more than 1.6 meters before, but now he should be 1.7 meters, and his face was also missing the last baby fat, and his facial features were completely opened, and he looked a little handsome.

Moslian, who was standing in front of the mirror, looked in front of the mirror for a long time, indulging in his perfect body and handsome face.

"It didn't hurt in vain." Smiling finally in the mirror, Moslian put on his clothes.

Opening the door, he was going to continue to shop for materials, which had been used up yesterday.

No wonder it is said that the profession of magician is a money-burning and high-risk profession, in just one day, you will spend all the money you have earned for several days, and you will be killed by your own potion if you are not careful!

Fortunately, Moslian was only a warrior, or rather an assassin, and did not study magic hard.

Even so, the money is still far from enough.

I just earned 1,060 points yesterday, counting the two hundred spent on eating, plus the previous balance, there are more than 1,700 points.

I took out 1,06 points, bought raw materials, and wanted to buy low-grade potions prepared by the pharmacist himself, and 1,06 points could only buy one and a half bottles, which was too cost-effective.

After buying the potion and continuing to mix it in the room, Salina came to him halfway through, and after mixing with him for half an hour, she got bored and left.

It wasn't until noon that Moslian gave up the urge to drink another bottle of magic potion and decided to put off for two days and get his body well.

This time he has made great progress, but he has left a lot of injuries on his body, and now he is like a crab that has just molted, his skin is not yet hard, and it takes time to recover.

There were two classes today, the first instructor's class, a total of seven games, he got one improvement, easily won seven games, and then continued to work to guide Samas's class.

This time the teaching was still relatively ordinary, and it was a little enlightening to Moslian, but it was not much, but it was one of the contents that piqued his interest.

On the subject of rune enhancement, I heard that there is a kind of rune master who can engrave a lot of runes on the human body and even the body of various monsters, so that it can exert stronger strength.

The course introduced several rune engravings, and Moslian couldn't help but feel a little excited, if he could let the rune master engrave runes, it would be the next qualitative improvement.

At the end of the lesson, Moslian walked over to Samas's side and used the three times a week for advice.

However, this time, he asked not about training, but about knowing the current location of the runemaster that Samas knew.

"Do you want to know the location of the rune masters, do you want to ask them to help you engrave the runes?" Asked by Moslian, Samas hesitated slightly.

"Yes." Moslian did not hesitate to admit his intentions, and there was no shame in getting stronger to ask.

But Samas sighed, he mentioned this matter just now, it was just a passing mention, but he didn't expect it to attract attention.

"There are no engravers among the people, and even if you do, it's best not to go to them for engraving, because that will lead to death."

Samas looked at the puzzled Moslian and continued to explain, "The profession of engraver is too contrary to common sense, a high-level engraver can engrave a group of armies that threaten a main city in just a few months, so the engraver's learning method, except for a specific person can hold it, others hold it is a felony, and will be hunted down to death by the Empire!" ”

"Now do you know why I passed it all at once, and in the academy, except for certain nobles, basically no one has an engraver, maybe after you have made great contributions to the empire, you can apply for an imperial engraver to help you engrave runes." Leaving this sentence, Samas left the classroom.

Moslian, who was left behind, lowered his face, if he could let a high-level engraver engrave high-level runes on his body, wouldn't he be able to become a high-level warrior in an instant.

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