Mithril cards.

You're still the first to come to me.

Al put the Mithril card, which had exchanged Nether and a few magic books for Al, into a brand new book and took it to the Great Apothecary's laboratory.

It was night, and only a few people who were still working hard remained in the lab, ignoring Al, allowing him to enter his Dú Lì studio.

Al took out a cup of strong acid extracted from the mouth of the seventh-level otherworldly creature Fumigong Ant, took out the Mithril card and inserted it.

The sudden surge of power from the card stops him from moving.

Al seemed to be taken aback, and hurriedly put his hands together in horror to forcibly dissolve this strange card.

Al's hand continued to press, but the card did not dare to exert more power.

This is the Great Apothecary Laboratory full of spell enchantments, the Royal Academy.

The card suddenly stretched out two small, red-skinned hands and pressed against Al's hands.

"What are you doing, you damn bitch!

"Refining Mithril. ”

"Do you know how valuable the items made by Mithril are!"

"I want Mithril. ”

"Damn, do you know that Mithril isn't worth even a ten-thousandth of my value!"

"I think Mithril is safer than talking cards. ”

"Okay, okay! I'll give you Mithril!

Mithril Cards beg for mercy in a rage.

"Really?"

When Al heard this, he really stopped with a heartbeat. With a face of Jǐng ring, the card was still on the table, and he took a step back with the strong acid of the Fumi worker ant, and he had the momentum to splash a cup at any time.

The card beard took a breath, stretched out two feet and sat on the table on the ground, wiped the non-existent sweat with his blood-red little hands, and pointed at Al Lesson.

"You damn little bitch, do you know you almost ruined a masterpiece!"

Al stretched forward with the strong acid of the worker ant in both hands, and the Mithril card villain hurriedly took a step back in panic.

"Where's Mithril!"

Seeing that the little bastard didn't listen to him at all, the Mithril card villain angrily pulled out a Mithril piece from behind him and still on the table at his feet.

"Give it to me, get rid of that shitty thing!"

"That's it, as many as you want!"

Al looked like he had been deceived, and angrily took the worker ant and soured the Mithril card villain who was running away in panic with his hands and feet on the table.

The villain shouted as he fled:

"You idiot, you're a branch of the alchemist, and you don't understand the principle of equivalent exchange! If I could conjure a room of Mithril, I'd already be the god of Mithril! Stop!"

"You're a liar, I don't believe you!"

"Okay, okay! I'll change something else for you! Change it now! Don't chase it!"

"What else can you change?"

Al didn't stop walking, and chased around the table.

The Mithril card shouted as if it was about to lose its breath as it ran:

"I'm a wishing card made by a legendary mage! I can make a wish three times a year, and I'll give you whatever you want!"

"I want a copy of the highest level meditation method, and you have it too?"

"Yes!"

The Mithril card figure really couldn't seem to run, and while reaching out to stop Al, he bent over his knee with one hand and gasped for air.

"You let me rest!"

As soon as the Mithril card villain stopped, Al made a move, and the magic trick dragged three bottles of worker ant strong acid around it.

The Mithril card villain sat down on the table in resignation, his hands stretched out and collapsed.

"I am the most amazing wishing card in the world, you must sincerely read what is in your heart and pray to me. I will grant your wish. ”

"How do you pronounce it?"

Al thought for a moment, and then hesitated to speak:

"Wishing card, give me a copy of the highest level of meditation?"

The Mithril card villain turned over and pointed at Al and yelled:

"No! I used the Wishing Technique! Do you know the Ninth Order Wishing Technique!"

"You have to pray sincerely, the omnipotent, all-knowing, all-powerful, mortal God, the great wishing card, the humble mortal sincerely pray to you......"

Al spilled a bottle of strong acid.

"Bullshit! You just touched your ass and it came out!

The wishing card dodged sideways, and the whole strong acid splashed on the table, which immediately corroded the table into a layer of black smoke.

The wishing card aggrievedly took out a piece of toilet paper used by the bottom society from his buttocks.

It reads, Meditation at its highest level.

Below, like a child's graffiti, a small figure shouting at the sky is drawn, with a crooked line of words next to it.

High God, give me strength!

Al was annoyed, this is what some child who longs for a mage is drawing and playing!

Is this also considered the highest meditation method?

The wishing card immediately held his head and shrunk into a ball.

"It's not my fault! Wishing is like this, if you don't explain your request in detail, it's just that. ”

The wishing card wasn't lying.

Wishing is famous not because it is omnipotent, but because it is synonymous with calamity.

There are countless real tragedies in history, and mages like to watch mortals get wishing artifacts and die as their boring pastime.

For example, make a wish that I will be the king of the world.

The powerful force will send you to the plane where everything is annihilated, and you are the king of the world.

Make a wish to have endless gold, and you will be transported to a plane made of pure gold elementals.

Make a wish to live forever, you will become the hardest rock in the world, and the world can change forever.

There is a famous story about a mortal who made a wish to become the strongest warrior, and he was immediately transported to an orc tribe and became a slave. And his master called, the strongest.

Wishing comes from a tragic and legendary female mage in history, whose country was destroyed in the war, and spent thousands of years creating the wishing technique, wishing that her country would reappear in the world.

Her vast magic sustained this miracle, and that country really appeared.

It's time to reappear, in a flash.

Everyone, again in front of her, was dying.

This legendary female mage was driven crazy on the spot.

Even if the wishing art is so dangerous, it still can't resist the foolish mortals' illusions of its omnipotence.

Wishing requires complete and self-consistent logic to clearly describe one's wishes.

There are always self-righteous and intelligent people who can rely on their rigorous wisdom to fulfill their wishes with wishing techniques.

For example, Al, who doesn't believe in wishing cards, casually said that what he gave him was indeed "the highest level of meditation".

This card has been identified in the previous life as communicating with creatures from the nether, and it is the devil and demons who like to make mortals make wishes, so as to deceive souls.

Now that Al is knowledgeable, he won't believe this nonsense to deceive children.

But the play still has to be played, doesn't it?

Al solemnly touched the wishing card with one finger, and said it in a young and clear boyish voice, from the most sincere wish of his heart.

"I make a wish. ”

"On the table in front of me, there will be a box of neatly cut, pure, one-pound pieces. ”

"Mithril. ”

The wishing card turned over and turned the table.

"Fuck Mithril!" (To be continued)

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