Faulkner's underground pharmacy was dusty and apparently vacant for a long time. A dwarf who works with stones, even a mage among dwarves, is not good at these things, and he can't teach decent apprentices.

This pharmacy room is also Al's lounge, and Faulkner's Magic House does not provide this benefit to the apprentices. Becky, who manages the business, sleeps in a small bed in the stall. There was also a dusty bookshelf in this room, with only a few books on it, also covered in cobwebs.

Al carried a bucket of water and gently sorted out the books first.

"Glextug Plant Illustrated Book", "Black Poison Spell", "Aphotic Blade"

"Glextug Plant Illustrated Book" is a dungeon plant illustrated book recorded by the dwarves, Gleixtug is the main city of the gray dwarves, although they were driven into the dungeon by the surface blood relatives, they are still a branch of the dwarves, and the patron saint of the gray dwarves, Radug, is a member of the dwarf god system, and still uses the dwarf language and the continental lingua franca. As for why their gods didn't care about the internal strife between them, this is not something that a half-theologian like Al could know.

"The Secret Curse of Black Poison" is a secret spell written in the Drow language that uses poison to cast spells, similar to curses, but there is still more poison in it.

The Lightless Blade is also one of the dark elves' poison spells, but the power of this spell is known in a single book.

Of course, there are other recipes, but none of them can compare with these three.

At that time, Mr. Zephnaia's collection contained some records of the deeds of the gods and the stories of various races. But the dwarven Mr. Zefonaia did not teach him, and his reward was only enough to learn the introduction to the language of magic. However, the Eagle Empire is located in the north and deals with dwarves all year round, and there are also wandering dwarves who are willing to live in the Eagle Empire. Al-Al was full of gold coins at that time, and it was not difficult to find a dwarf who was willing to teach him.

The drow script is the universal language of the underground, the dark elves are a branch of the elves, and the magical civilization is another shining appearance. Al, who was preparing for his trip early, was no surprise to Tobi in finding someone who could speak the language from the Adventure Guild.

The three books were worth a lot of money, and Al began to wonder if the luck that the Lucky Gold Coin had brought him was to escape Susas's favor or become a stable student of Faulkner, or whether he would have no trouble finding them.

Isn't the more lucky, the better, Susas is a twelfth-level archmage, isn't it better than Faulkner, who is only tenth? Faulkner is just greedy for money, and Susas, who lives in the wilderness without knowing anything, does he have to rely on Arna's poor social skills to ensure that the moody mage is optimistic about his own life?

Al is not an ignorant and ignorant ordinary person, who pounces on an opportunity without thinking about anything, and shirks this sudden and creepy good fortune.

And these three books complement each other, step by step, and what he is good at are mutually explanatory, ensuring that he will advance to a complete poison alchemist after the fifth level of Al.

The fifth level of a mage is a hurdle, and there are almost no intermediate and advanced methods that have been circulated. Most of the wild mages are stuck in this level, and the original fifth-level mage of the Magic Society, Hill, has no way forward, and conspires to kill more than 100 people from Thun's family in order to become an evil spirit attendant.

If all three of these things were good luck, then the theologians' conclusions about Ms. Smiling might come true.

The more luck you have, the more bad luck you have, the more bad luck you will have, and the more you will be able to resist.

Al sorted out all the precious books with his own hands, and then used magic tricks to suck all the dust in the pharmacy room into a cloud and still in the bucket. He made a place in the corner, spread a thin piece of linen and sat down.

The dimly lit basement was silent, and Al, who had come to an unfamiliar environment again, couldn't sleep at all, and sat cross-legged in the corner to rest.

A faint green flame ignited from Arr's body, and a miserable green figure stood up from Arr's body.

A flaming face looked similar to Al's from his immature eyes. The unfamiliar chanting incantation of this green flame figure suppressed the green flames and disappeared. Revealing the exact same figure as Al, even the creases of his clothes are not the same, but they look a little transparent without the green fire cover.

Daniel, who was transformed into an evil spirit, gave Al the Book of Evil Spirits, and Al was able to learn the spell directly for some reason. He guessed that the unfulfilled contract between Hill and Daniel might have something to do with him and the book, but he didn't know anything about evil spirits.

Because of curiosity, I have tried the above magic spells a few times, and the soul splitting technique that separates the soul from the body is one of them, half of the soul stays in the body to keep the vitality of the body, and half of the soul floats out. As for why there is an evil spirit fire, he doesn't understand, and guesses that it is probably because of the manifestation of the power of the mind through the use of evil spirit spells.

Al has not undergone the cultivation of spiritual power, and this split soul cannot be too far away from the physical body. While resting his body, Al used his soul to think and study, which was the application of the separation of soul and body that he had been thinking about for a long time.

This transparent soul also sat beside Al, with its head on crutches and its eyes open, not knowing what it was thinking or studying.

Until the day was about to dawn, Al disappeared and returned, and his body came to his senses. There is no fullness of a night's sleep, and there is no exhaustion of not sleeping well.

It's as if nothing happened.

Because in the basement, he didn't know exactly when. No one called him for breakfast, and now it was not like someone waiting at home, and when he was hungry, he would go out of the basement by himself.

Teacher Faulkner didn't know where it was, and only Becky was still sleeping in the hall. When he saw Al coming up, he only opened one eye sleepily, looked at him for a while, and then closed it.

Because the hotel still had a lot of money, Al ran a little farther back to the hotel for breakfast.

After paying the tuition, Al only had about 20 gold coins, which was enough for several peasant families to spend for several years, and probably not enough for Al to eat for a week. Luckily, he had the golden ears of wheat that Pastor Lena of the Harvest Church gave him. Since Pastor Lena gave it to him, he has not used it since, except for the first time when he used it on a rare occasion. Now I have to work for Mr. Faulkner, and I have no source of income but to rely on these handicraft-like golden wheat.

Back at the Greystone Magic Material Shop, Becky didn't know where she had gone, it was another young apprentice watching the shop.

"Hey, are you a new student from the teacher? My name is Quincy," the young man greeted Al. "My name is Al"

Because there was nothing to do for the time being, the two of them chatted for a while. When Quincy saw that Al was interested in these things, he showed his youthful nature and taught Al to recognize them.