Although he is not concerned about the recent debate about the reform of the graduation exam, to be honest, Morey has been a little sad these days, because his daily routine is often like this:

"Morey, you go and get my [Magic Melting Elixir]!"

"Okay, teacher."

"The [Sekosaith Flying Needle Technique] has been analyzed."

“......”

"Why are you still stunned, go quickly!"

"Oh, okay!"

......

"What do you think of that girl? Would you like me to introduce you? ”

"I ......"

"[Summoning the Giant Cup] has been analyzed."

“......”

"Hey, why don't you speak? Is it shy? ”

Although he sealed all those spells in the depths of his memory, these sealed packages were like ballast stones pressed on the bottom of the cabin, although stable, they greatly slowed down the operation of his brain.

There was no way, so Morey had to start parsing the spells to make room for his brain.

But this inevitably brings a lot of inconvenience to his life, and there are many misunderstandings like this, and Morey is really glad that the exam was postponed, otherwise the crystal in Morey's hand would have turned orange a long time ago!

Even if it weren't for the yellow excellent level and above, which required medium and high-level spells, the massive spells in his own hands would have piled up to the top level long ago!

However, it is a pity that many of these spells that have been parsed are restricted, and the conditions required are particularly strange, otherwise he would be happier.

For example, the second-level spell [Sekosaith Flying Needle Technique] that he just obtained, which was a name of Sekosaith about two hundred years ago. A compound spell of enchantment and space created by Easter's academy mage.

Once cast, there will be eighteen magic flying needles with the length of the index finger stabbing within a fan-shaped range of 60 feet in front of them, which is extremely fast, and comes with many special effects such as [Armor Piercing], [Bleeding], [Explosion], etc., and even in the end, the caster does not need to personally step forward to retrieve the flying needles inserted in the loser's body, and they will automatically return to the needle box space with their own [Recall] function, waiting for the caster's next summoning.

It can be said that this [Sekosis Flying Needle] is a very successful and innovative spell in terms of damage and economy, but it is a little embarrassing, perhaps it is the misfortune of his childhood that makes this master unusually cynical, and his spell can only be learned by male mages with mutilated male characteristics.

Naturally, Morey couldn't have the courage to sacrifice himself for a second-level spell, so this spell was destined to remain in his memory.

Comparatively speaking, the first-level spell of [Summoning Giant Cup] is much closer, firstly, it does not limit the caster's gender and physical condition, and secondly, [Summoning Giant Cup] is to summon a stone cup that can be called a cylinder from a strange world and throw it out to attack, which is quite a test of the caster's strength, but it is inexplicably in line with Morey's great strength.

But here comes a new problem, Morey doesn't want to be like a hammer thrower on the battlefield, stupidly picking up a ridiculous stone cup and carrying his body around several times by inertia, and finally throwing it out to attack the enemy with a "hey".

Other mages uttered threatening things like, "Watch out for me to blow you up with a fireball!" "If you are verbose, I will electrocute you!" ”

What about yourself?

A glass of smashing you to death?

So even though the fragment damage from the Giant Cup explosion was not less than the damage of a shotgun that was good at melee combat, Morey still had no plans to include it in his spell list.

It's a pity that the Book of Ten Thousand Laws still bids relatively low for these low-level spells that have no wide range of applications and no special use, otherwise Morey could have made a windfall with these low-level spells.

But if you let these spells stay silent in your mind, it seems to be another waste.

But soon Morey was no longer bothered, as he finally thought of a home for these strange spells.

......

"You mean, you learned a special secret method in the library that can quickly parse most of the low-level spells in the [Book of Ten Thousand Laws]?"

Bert looked at Morey with a look of suspicion, and his face was full of disbelief.

There are secret spells in the library, which are still specially used to crack the low-level spells in the [Book of Ten Thousand Laws].

How does this sound as unreliable as the fact that there are dragons living in the sewers?

"Yes, didn't you say that before? Those sons and brothers are asking for a reputation, this matter is promising! ”

After saying that, Morey's eyes narrowed slightly, but Bert saw a golden light in those narrowed eyes.

"How many spells can you guarantee?"

Now Bert is putting aside the idea of whether Yarman opened the back door for Morey, no matter how Morey's spell came about, he just needs to know that this seems to be another way to make money.

Besides, isn't it the best of both worlds to get closer to the first person in the same class and make money at the same time?

Ohs City.

A man covered in a gray cloak walked one foot deep and one foot shallow along the wet road after the rain.

Although Ohus City is already a famous entertainment city, its civilian area is still not much different from other cities, at most there are more smiles on the faces of civilians, but the road is as bad as ever, and some of the accumulated household garbage has been washed out of the dark corners by the rain, showing its presence in the moonlight.

Although the unknown fellow had paid close attention, some of the ponds were like bad luck in life, and the visitor's boots were soon contaminated with a lot of sewage, which made the late-night visitor feel rough.

The cleanliness guest was angry, but he quickly put it back to his emotions and continued on the filthy stone path.

Thankfully, he quickly found where he was looking for.

It was an ordinary two-story wooden house, but it was a little cleaner than the bloated wooden houses that wanted to own the entire alley.

Boom! Knock knock!

After a long and two short knocks, a voice sounded behind the wooden door.

"Who?"

"Buying something."

"Neurotic! We don't sell anything in our house! ”

When the cloak guest heard this, he left in a hurry, rather like a guy who was looking for the wrong door because he was in a hurry.

It was only as he passed through a dark alley that he heard a whisper that lowered his voice.

"Follow me!"

When the Cloak Man heard this, he immediately followed the dark shadow into the alley, but out of his corner he caught a glimpse of a guy dressed in the same image as him walking out of the alley, slowly walking along the stone pavement of the civilian area at his pace.

The alley was a dead end at the end, and he was about to ask, but found that the other party had crashed into the wall on the side, and it seemed that it was an activity mechanism hidden by [camouflage].

He followed him inside, and a rush of heat hit his face.