Baiman City, not far from the city gate, Shimmer House.

With Mihat's dagger in his hand, Aninotes gently placed it on the obsidian enchantment table, and turned to say, "Have you thought about it?"

Mihat sat in his chair and said lightly, "No." ”

"Do you want me to enchant you?" You know, my time is precious, and I haven't made that new fire resistance potion last time!"

"Hmph, I don't know who just said that, in order to express my apologies, for the rest of the day, I will not do anything, just enchant my short sword well? Michart said unhurriedly.

When Aninotes heard that Michardt actually used the teacher's words to teach him, he was about to get angry, but he reacted that he was indeed at fault, so he had to say aggrievedly: "I didn't say I wouldn't help you enchant, my dear, handsome Mirhat, please make a decision quickly, okay?"

"Hmm...... As soon as he pulled out the short sword, the blade burst into flames, and it was fun to think about!"

"It's not that you don't know, although my teacher is a master of destruction magic, but I major in illusion magic, and minor in source force magic, and I know very little about destruction magic. So if you want a flaming dagger that pulls the wind, it's not possible, at least, I can't. Agnothes scratched his head in embarrassment and explained.

"If the flame enchantment is not good, then the frost enchantment can always be, right? As soon as the sword is slashed, the enemy's blood will be frozen in an instant, and not a drop can be dropped, which is also quite domineering!" Mihat's heart moved, and he said casually without thinking about it.

"Oops, isn't the frost enchantment a category of destruction enchantment, and you've read so many books, in my opinion, you're stupid!" Aninotes cried out in frustration.

Mihart nodded, feeling a little disappointed in his heart, and said softly: "This doesn't work, that doesn't work, then do you have any good suggestions?"

Anitates thought for a moment, and said, "In my opinion, it should be good to attach a horror technique, plus a soul extraction technique." Well...... It's just perfect!haha, Mihat, it's so decided!"

"Wait, what are you talking about? I'm still sitting here, so don't make your own decisions, tell me about it." Mihart saw Aninotes turn away, with both hands on his short sword, and hurried.

"Two masters, the tea is ready, come and taste it. I've boiled it with the red frost flowers, and I'm sure it's very different from what you've drunk before. Mihart turned his head and saw Ayerson come in with a large cup in one hand, and another cup, which he sandwiched between his left forearm and chest.

Each of the three took a glass and tasted it.

"You kid, it's a pity not to open a hotel. It's the first time I've drunk such a sweet and fragrant red frost tea!" said Mihat.

Aninotes beside him had already swallowed the flower tea, tasted the aftertaste on the tip of his tongue, and said: "The Red Frost Flower of Nukas is actually an alchemy medicinal herb, which has the effect of enhancing frost resistance and resisting illusion magic. This is a specialty of Baiman City, so it can't be sold at a price in the alchemy shop in the wilderness area. The taste of the red frost flower is slightly sour and it is not easy to cook, but you add a small amount of black honey to this tea, not only does it just overshadow the sourness in the tea, but the honey penetrates into the flower during the heating process, weakening its resistance to high temperatures, and it makes this delicious hot tea, am I right?"

Ayerson was speechless in astonishment, but nodded vigorously.

"Do you know anything about alchemy, Ayssen?" Mihart asked suddenly.

Ai Yansen buried his head in a sip of flower tea and replied, "Actually, I don't know much about real alchemy, but I know the effects of various alchemy herbs by heart. These were all taught to me by that sister when she taught me the skills of stealing and unlocking. She never said it, but I guess she's an alchemist. ”

Mihat listened, nodded, looked at Aninotes, and said, "You haven't answered my question yet!"

Hearing this, Aninotes reacted and said slowly, "I just said that I was going to perform a double enchantment for your short sword. The first type of enchantment is Terror. This is an intermediate illusion spell that can be triggered by touching an enemy with a blade in battle, even if it is slashed at the opponent's shield, which can be triggered by losing courage and confidence, allowing you to seize the opportunity to attack in battle.......

Seeing that the little magician was smiling evilly and wanted to sell it again, Mihart hurriedly urged: "Aninotes, do you think I will guess what it is?

"Why are you so boring?" Aninotes wanted to adjust the appetite of the Duosaik boy, but he was preemptively distracted, and he had a defeated expression, so he had to continue to explain: "The second type of enchantment is also an intermediate magic-soul extraction. Although I attached this magic to you, any creature that dies under your sword, as long as their willpower is not as strong as your soul, will be forcibly sucked into your dagger and charged with both enchantment effects at the same time. ”

"You mean...... Suck and inhale? Charged?!" Mihat's surprise is no small few!

According to Aninotes, this soul grabbing enchantment can directly suck the opponent's soul into the dagger and recharge the two enchantment effects, so that they remain in a "usable" state with sufficient energy, but as long as the second enchantment effect can take effect, it will absorb the revenant soul under the sword to recharge it, and then the cycle continues...... What a terrifying concept!

No matter how good the enchanter's skill is, no matter how good the quality of the soul stone is, how powerful the soul imprisoned in the soul stone is, the magic effects attached to the weapon or armor have a maximum number of triggers, and an expiration date.

Suppose there is an enchantment master who is well-known in the continent and has a soul stone with the largest capacity and the best quality in the whole continent, which imprisons the soul of the strongest person in the whole continent, and then the enchanter uses this soul stone in his hand to enchant a weapon, even if this magic effect is triggered tens of thousands of times, and its effective use period is as long as tens of thousands of years, but no matter what, it always has a limit! Once this limit is reached, the user will have to recharge it with a Soul Stone, otherwise, even if the weapon was a magic weapon before, it will revert back to the ordinary weapon it was before the enchantment!

However, if your short sword has a soul capture enchantment, then whether it is the enchantment effect itself or another intermediate horror technique, the number of triggers and the expiration date of their triggers are unlimited! There is no limit to the number of times, there is no time limit, and even the soul stones necessary for charging are saved!

Aninotes, you are worthy of being the disciple of the chief magician of the court, and you are truly a genius like no other!

Mihat weighed it in his heart, stood up at once, hugged the little magician tightly into his arms, and laughed: "Hahahahaha, Aninotes, I really love you to death! What kind of soul extraction technique, this is clearly a 'automatic charging technique'! God, why didn't I meet you earlier......

Aninotes was startled, struggled desperately in Mihat's arms, pounded his fists hard on the chest of the dorsec boy, screamed a few times, and cursed rudely from the pain in his back: "You madman, let me go quickly!

Hearing this, Mihart let go of Aninotes, looked down and saw that only two-thirds of the cup of flower tea in his hand that he had only drunk a small sip was left, and immediately smiled and said softly: "Hehe, I'm sorry, I was a little too excited just now." With that, he stepped forward again, trying to help the little magician dry the tea on his back.

The young man from Brighton was so frightened that he stepped back again and again, and complained, "I haven't enchanted your short sword yet, what are you excited about! Burn me! What are you going to do...... I'm warning you...... You, don't come here!"

Mikhart looked at Aninotes' terrified look and had no choice but to give up.

At this moment, Ai Yansen, who had been silent, timidly opened his mouth: "Brother Aninotes, the soul capture technique you just talked about should be a forbidden ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, Aninotes immediately put the index finger of his right hand in front of his lips, made a silent gesture, and replied in a low voice, "The teacher did teach me a few forbidden spells, and this soul grasping technique is one of them. I don't understand why this magic is classified as a forbidden spell by the Magic Guild, this person is dead, what is there to respect for the soul to keep? It might as well be used by me! Hmph, those hypocritical old men in the Magic Guild keep saying that they must respect the deceased, if the soul can't touch it, where do so many soul stones come from for them to use for enchantment!"

"Aninotes, I think you're right. In my opinion, this magic is not as terrible as I imagined. You don't care about any forbidden spells, help me enchant them!" Mihart urged.

Ai Yusen glanced at the two of them deeply, and muttered in a low voice, "My father and mother died under this spell. ”

Hearing this, Mihart immediately winked at Agnosis, then turned and squatted down, hugged little Ayson, and whispered in the little one's ear: "Ayersen, I'm sorry, I didn't know your parents...... Well, with me and your brother Aninotes, no one will dare to hurt you from now on. If someone hurts you, whoever it is, I will make him pay it back. Do you believe me, Ayersen?"

"I don't believe it. The little one replied unmoved.

Huh, why can't this kid be coaxed?

Why is this answer so different from my prediction?

"What, why?" asked Mihat, puzzled.

"Because you poured the tea on my back!-ah-ahh

Mihart looked down at the cup in his hand in a daze, and the flower tea inside had already bottomed out.

"I'm sorry, I'm ...... I may have been a little overexcited just now. ”

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In the evening, Ai Yansen made dinner, re-cooked three cups of red frost tea, and the three of them sat together.

"Ai Yusen, you have learned very quickly, in just one afternoon, the five basic attack techniques of the short sword have been learned decently. It's just that when you hold the sword, your wrist is too stiff, so you feel sore, so it's good to pay a little attention in the future. When you've mastered swordsmanship, I'll give you a real sword!" Mihart encouraged.

His short sword was enchanted by Aninotes, and the dragon bone shield was also being made, so I guess the blacksmith still had a headache, right? Staying in this house was boring, so he picked up two thick branches, cut them into two wooden swords, and taught this little guy swordsmanship. Unexpectedly, although this kid's talent in martial arts is not half of his own, he is extremely good at observing and imitating, and his physical fitness is also good, so he can learn well!

Ai Yansen happily agreed loudly: "Brother Mihat, a word is a deal!"

Aninotes said, "Ayssen, take some time another day, and I'll test your magical talents." Although the teacher said that you can't divulge magic spells to anyone, as long as you can learn magic, I will secretly teach you a few low-level magic behind the teacher's back. ”

Ayerson exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Aninotes, do you mean that you are willing to teach me magic?"

Aninotes laughed, "Of course, if you have a talent for magic. If you're like your brother Mihat, it's hopeless. ”

When Mihart heard this, he was immediately unhappy, stood up and turned his head, and said, "Don't be so complacent, Aninotes! Maybe I'm just like His Majesty Founding Emperor Chris Arthur, born with a special bloodline and proficient in magic!"

"Poof......" Aninotes almost squirted out half of the food in his mouth, and said lightly: "I advise you not to dream, and sit down and eat quickly." ”

Mihart was so angry that he didn't give up: "Aninotes, I tell you, when I am better than you, you don't have to be so surprised that you stare at your eyes!"

After a "snap", Mihart suddenly felt a hot current hit his thighs, and he let out a low cry of pain, and when he buried his head, he saw that his cup of red frost tea had all been poured on his thighs, and the cup fell to the ground, slowly rolling in the direction of the bookshelf.

"Brother Mihat, that's the tea I made, you!" sighed helplessly, ...... Ayssen.

"I'm sorry, I was a little overexcited. I want to drink tea, too...... It's all your fault, damn little magician!"

"Blame me? You spilled the tea yourself! How can you be such an unreasonable person? Why are you standing up again? Haven't you eaten...... You let go of my braids!damn ......"