The wishing technique of the wishing card,The way it is realized is extremely weird.,It's not like the story in which the light flashes.,What you want will appear like a dream.。。

The grumpy little red hand pulled out a thin, square, glittering silver bar from his ass and threw it in front of Al.

"Here you go!"

Another one.

"Cut!"

Two more sticks came out of the buttocks.

"A pound!"

"Mithril!"

"Damn Mithril!"

Al was stunned that this weird card with four red hands and red legs really conjured so much Mithril for him, not a gram is bad.

Mithril is one of the world's top-notch, rarest, and most versatile materials. No matter what the field, it can exert magical powers. Spellcasting materials, magic equipment, builds, pharmaceuticals, engineering, and more are all used.

The box of Mithril in front of him may be the output of the Faren Continent in a year.

In his last life, he had obtained it in the hands of Winter, a plane traveler who had an extremely rich collection.

The wishing card looked at Al's stunned expression, holding his arms and contemptuous to the extreme.

"You know how good I am, right?"

"Amazing. ”

Al complimented as he inserted the Mithril bar into the worker ant's sour beaker.

Under strong acids, any camouflage will be reflected, and the steel will be corroded.

However, the Mithril Bar glowed with a little light, soaked in intact.

It is indeed the real Mithril, not some fake, or an illusion that deceives the eyes and the heart.

Al tilted his head and looked at the Wishing Card. On his cold face, there was a slight mysterious smile.

"Awesome wishing card, let's change it again. ”

The circular pattern on the Mithril card twists like a human face.

"You've used up all three of your free wishes this year, and you can't change them!"

"Free? Is there a spell that there is also a fee?"

The wishing card snorted arrogantly, noncommittal.

"I'm a legendary magic item, and of course I have to use my own stored energy to perform the wishing spell. If you want more, you have to replenish my energy. ”

"Energy?

The pattern on the Mithril card strangely lit up one eye, stared at Al, and said to Al in a seductive tone.

"Just one is enough for you to make another wish. ”

"What's that?"

Al's eyes were slightly condensed, revealing just the right amount of heartbeat.

The eyes on the wishing card spit out the whisper of the devil.

"Soul. ”

"Yours, or someone else's, it's fine. ”

A bottle of strong acid, while the wishing card tempted Al, splashed it.

The pattern on the Mithril card was destroyed in an instant.

Al attaches a bottle of strong acid to the card, pouring the strong acid, corroding inside and out, and dissolving the card's non-special material material.

Cold black sè eyes, staring at the cards without luster.

"It turned out to be a devil. ”

The Mithril card struggled with the strong acid, roaring.

"You little bastard crossing the river and tearing down the bridge!

"Haven't you heard the saying that the gods never make wishes easily, only the devil and the devil like to seduce mortals?"

The Mithril card that carries the will can no longer connect with the will of the unknown existence, and it is unwilling to disappear.

Only the eight Mithril bars were left, glittering on the messy tabletop.

Outside the Royal Academy, in a dimly lit basement.

A burly man stepped out of it, his face obscured by a cloak.

The other person was leaning against the door in black leather armor, turning his head casually and looking at him interestingly. He could hear the last roar inside.

"Coming out so soon? Did I give him the Mithril I brought from HQ?"

The cloaked man slammed his fist into the wall in anger, and a dim light spread from the wall, and nothing happened, not even a sound.

"Given it, including my own!

"We prepared so much gold, magic equipment, magic books, and he didn't want anything!"

"I want Mithril! I'd like to see what he wants to do with so much Mithril as a little magic apprentice!"

The leather man chuckled.

"Okay, at least this little guy is clever and has a bit of mage potential, isn't he? ”

"Let's take a look at what this little apprentice of magic wants Mithril to do. ”

Al packed up the lab and went to the room of Grand Apothecary Norton with eight Mithril bars and a piece of Mithril, as well as a corroded pitted Mithril card.

"Is there anything important about coming to me so late?"

Norton, the great pharmacist, hadn't slept yet, lying in his chair with his eyes slightly closed.

Al saluted respectfully and placed all the Mithril on the table. The Great Apothecary slowly opened his eyes, staring at the alluring glow of the metal.

"Mr. Norton, today I stumbled upon a demon-summoning card in the trading area and got these things. Let the teacher call the shots. ”

"I said why is your lab so noisy, hehe. Tell me how you got the devil to take advantage of it. ”

Al's bland storytelling was stated aside, and the great pharmacist looked approving.

"There are not so many luck and miracles in this world, and many people can't resist the temptation even if they know that they are trapped. ”

"You're doing a great job. ”

"What clever idea do you have for giving me these things? First of all, I don't have anything of the equivalent to reward you. ”

Norton was noncommittal about Al's cleverness, but was pleased with his wise choice.

People from big families, even if they are only seven years old, still have a bit of brains.

Al holds Mithril like a child holding gold.

If Al had walked straight out of the lab door just now, he wouldn't mind one less student who wasn't smart enough.

Al opened his mouth to say what he really wanted.

"Mr. Norton, I am very interested in magic, and I hope that while I am learning potions, I will have an elder guide me to the door of the wizarding world"

The Great Apothecary laughed and spoke to Mithril on the table.

"How about my clever student, this wish, I'm afraid you devils can't come true. ”

One of the Mithril bars opened a pair of eyes and stared at Al angrily.

"We'll meet again, little bastard. ”

Al nodded.

Yes, we'll meet again.

I'm going to tell you how much I miss you.

With a wave of the great apothecary's hand, the Mithril on the table disappeared with the hidden peep.

"I agreed to your request, and I accepted it. ”

"But your talent for magic seems to be stronger than that of ordinary people, and I suggest you think about how many people are so fond of magic that they don't get any response from it in their lifetime. ”

The Great Apothecary Norton is a fifteenth-level alchemist, where does this melancholy tone come from?

Al was silent, signaling his determination. (To be continued)

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