One star, which is a term for alchemy, means that the alchemical product has some temporary magical effect attached to it.

In the case of the magic dagger in Moriarty's hand, for example, "one-star sharpness" means that in any battle that takes no more than a quarter of an hour, the dagger is enough to pierce or slice through most shields or armor made of leather and iron when used correctly. Of course, when faced with steel armor or other armor with special magical defense effects, "Sharp" is a bit weak, because it is a stage for the higher-end "armor piercing" or "piercing" effects.

"This should be the standard weapon of the low-ranking warriors of the city defense army, and I have seen similar daggers in the barracks of Lille." Returning the blade to its purpose-made scabbard, Moriarty said to Hayina.

"No wonder Mr. Lille visited the Mage's Tower once in the afternoon, but left soon after seeing Daddy." Haiyuna thought for a moment and said.

"I see." Moriarty nodded, put down the dagger, and opened the long box.

"These are—" Looking at the contents of the box, Haiyuna let out a soft startle.

I saw that there were six potions of different colors placed side by side in the black box, namely: brute force potion, healing potion, antidote, stamina supplement, and two "blue beauty".

"A set of standard-format adventurer potion sets, mage-type." Moriarty glanced back and forth at the six potions and nodded secretly.

"And what are the last two scrolls?" At this moment, Haiyuna pointed to the spell scroll left on the table.

"It's a hydrotherapy scroll." Moriarty didn't even have to pick it up, but he knew directly: "If my guess is correct, it must have been copied by my uncle himself." ”

"Daddy's zuò?" Haiyuna couldn't help but hold a scroll in her hand, and immediately felt an unusually comfortable coolness in her palm.

"The first-level spell scroll copied by a mid-level mage can barely be counted as a low-level magic item, although its use effect is bound to be much better than that healing potion." Moriarty looked at the black-haired girl and smiled: "Counting the wand and short sword, my uncle has really helped me too much." ”

"Well, we are all a family, and your test mission is so dangerous, of course Dad will try his best to assist you." As if thinking of something, Haiyuna's face suddenly flushed a little, and she bowed her head slightly.

"Don't worry, I'll complete my mission successfully and come back safely." Looking at the girl's soft cheeks like red apples, Moriarty couldn't help but lower her head and kiss her gently.

"Yes." Hayyana half-closed her eyes and shyly held her lips to her lips, breathing shorter.

After a small but unusually sweet warmth, the girl reluctantly left the workshop. Moriarty was left alone to continue his preparations.

Two days later, in the early morning of Hayurna's farewell, Moriarty got into a specially arranged carriage and left Hockenheim to officially embark on the "Seven-Day Mission Journey".

On the Mage's Tower, Schmidt stood silently in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Moriati's carriage move farther and farther until it disappeared into the distance.

"Schmidt, don't you worry about your nephew?" Beside him, Depra asked with a smile.

"Provost Lord, to be honest, I don't fully agree with the Dean's decision this time. Even if Moriarty was indeed talented and far superior to ordinary mage apprentices, it would be difficult for even a second-level mage to win against three Gogo demons at the same time. No longer hiding his views and opinions, Schmidt bluntly questioned.

"But, after all, it's Morati's own choice, isn't it?" In the face of Schmidt's annoyance, Depra was not taken by it and continued to smile. …,

"That's because the rewards from the Elven Empire Ruins are so attractive. Especially a young mage like Moriarty sometimes can't control his emotions and ambitions at all. Hearing Depra's words, Schmidt seemed even angrier.

"So, why don't you stop him? You are Moriarty's uncle and should have the ability to suppress his ambitions. Depra said tepidly.

"No, I can't stop or suppress anything. Because I must respect the legitimate rights of an alchemist. And Moriarty has the right to decide his own path, and no one can interfere in this point. Schmidt withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Depra.

"There's another thing you didn't say, because you had a hunch that Moriarty would eventually succeed. Am I right, Schmidt? After staring at the angry Mage Tower Master for a moment, Depura suddenly said, with some kind of clear light in his eyes.

"Uh... Yes. It seems that after all, he did not hide from the eyes of the high-level mage, Schmidt's face was a little unbearable, but he still generously admitted it: "Indeed, I have this premonition. Although I don't know where this inexplicable feeling comes from. ”

"Hehe, my friend, take it easy. Although we are mages, we are the most rational professionals. But sometimes, it may be possible to follow your instincts to achieve greater results. Depra stepped forward and patted the other man on the shoulder.

In front of the snow-white high-level mage, Schmidt is just an out-and-out latecomer.

"You know, it's been many years since Lord Figaro has shown such attention to a mage apprentice, and he's even offered a rare treasure as a reward for his mission. I think he must have noticed something that you and I hadn't noticed. And this may be the source of your hunch. Depra continued.

"Hopefully, Moriarty will be able to harness her desires and greed, and find a precise balance between her ambitions and her own strength." Although he did not admit it verbally, in fact Schmidt had been persuaded by Depra.

"Let's wait and see. That's how any real mage comes here. Isn't it? ”

"Yes, it is, Provost." Schmidt nodded, and turned to look back at the southern horizon outside the tower, in the direction of Gogomo.

Sitting alone in the carriage, Moriarty certainly had no way of knowing the conversation between the two mages that took place in the mage tower.

Because Moriarty will be monitored by a high-precision magic sandbox from Hockenheim Academy throughout the mission, he must always keep an eye on his actions to avoid revealing his secrets. For these reasons, magical equipment such as wands, magic daggers, alchemical potions, and hydrotherapy scrolls that could have been stored directly in the crystal book had to be carried with them. Fortunately, Moriarty currently has the strength of a first-class warrior, so such a weight will not cause problems for him.

Closing his eyes slightly, he leaned against Moriati, who was sitting in the carriage, and kept adjusting his state.

In the past twenty-four hours, Moriarty has not only filled his wand with seven first-order spells (the second-level spell slots have been replaced by two first-order spells), but has also spent a lot of effort to formulate some special alchemy products for this mission. So if there is any time to rest now, Moriarty will not let it go.

According to Hockenheim's tips, the three Gogols have fled to the vicinity of Rainbow Ranch, which is located one hundred and fifty kilometers south of Aquamarine. And the carriage sent by the academy will take Moriarty directly to the village of Remy, which is closest to the ranch. As for how to find and kill Gogot, it's up to Moriarty himself. …,

After a long journey of nearly six hours, Moriarty arrived in the village of Remy in the afternoon. It was supposed to have been informed in advance by the Academy, so as soon as the carriage arrived in the village, Moriarty was greeted warmly by the village chief, Henrytte, and the other villagers.

However, Moriarty had no intention of spending time on unnecessary socializing. After politely declining the village chief's invitation to the banquet, Moriarty summoned the village chief and representatives of the herdsmen from several other villages directly in the village inn to begin to understand the situation.

"You mean you saw Gogo two days ago near the Rainbow River to the west?" Luckily, a young herder named Tomasen claimed to have seen a suspected target not long ago, and Moriarty immediately inquired in detail.

"Master Mage, I... I didn't know what the horrible thing I saw that day... What is it. I... I—" Because of Moriarty's gaze, Tomasson looked a little nervous, and couldn't help but stutter as he spoke.

"Thomason, answer the question of the Master Mage well." The village chief Henritte on the side immediately let out a low snort, looking dissatisfied.

"It's... It's a pity, the village chief's urging made Thomas even more unaware.

"Let's take our time, Thomasson." Knowing that it was useless to be anxious, Moriarty summoned the owner of the inn to serve the village chief and several herdsmen a large glass of light ale wine each.

"Have a drink first, and we'll talk slowly." First of all, he raised the large wooden cup in his hand, and said to several villagers in Remi Village.

"Thank you, Master Mage!" It was a once-in-a-lifetime honor for the herdsmen to be able to drink the ale wine that the mage had treated, and everyone, including the village chief, drank the entire glass of wine in one gulp, and then burped with great excitement.

I don't know if the ale wine really has the effect of soothing and calming the mind, and Thomason, who has drunk the wine, immediately speaks much more eloquently.

"Three days ago, I went looking for a big horned sheep in the herd. Following the sheep's hoof prints, I chased all the way to the Rainbow River. It was there that I saw three monsters. Thomas recalled.

"What does a monster look like?" Moriarty asked.

"Because I was afraid, I didn't dare to lean in, I just looked at it from a distance, so I couldn't see it very really." Thomasson hesitated.

"It's okay, you can say whatever you know."

"At first glance, those monsters look like people, and they also walk on two feet. However, they are all short, about the same height as half-grown children. He had no hair, no clothes, and a long tail trailing behind him—" Tormasson said, trying to make an effort to simulate what he was seeing.

"Looks like that's right." After listening to the eyewitness accounts, Moriarty nodded.

Undoubtedly, the target has been locked

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