A tall, strong man stood under a shop sign, looking at Tarrant with a smile, he was dressed decently, his hands crossed on his chest, Tarrant knew him, the adventurers in the city of Siante knew him, the Believer.

"I can't afford your stuff," Tarrant reluctantly said, to tell the truth, he didn't even have the money to buy the shattered armor he had before.

"I see that you are very familiar, so let's give you a 20% discount, if there is something you want. The believer was still smiling.

I can't afford to buy it at eight percent, and the equipment in my faith is often counted in thousands, and Tarrant said regretfully: "Next time." ”

"You don't have armor, do you, I have armor here to give you the best price", the believer pinched his chin and smiled more passionately at Tarrant.

Never heard of a believer being so generous, Tarrant hesitated, how could he know that he didn't have armor, out of the keen instinct of a merchant? Tarrant hesitated for a moment and walked towards Faith.

"That's right, there's no better armor in all redstone than mine," the believer said, putting his arm on Tarrant's shoulders and walking into the faith like two old acquaintances.

The things here may be the best in the Redstone Continent, but the decoration and furnishings here are definitely not counted, all kinds of weapons are hanging messily by the wall, there are many brackets in the middle, all kinds of armor of luxurious quality, and on a huge counter, all kinds of head rings and helmets are messily placed, people who come here for the first time will think that they have gone to the wrong place, this place is more like a warehouse in the barracks.

The believer enthusiastically picked up a pair of chain mail, and it made a "suo" sound, "What kind of armor do you wear?" This chain mail is good, the workmanship is very fine, and some special elements are rubbed into it when making zuò, ordinary chain mail can't withstand heavy weapons at all, this is okay, the key is that it is very light, you can try. ”

Tarrant picked up the cuffs of this chain mail, it was a strange feeling, this material was very ice, and it was very light, but he didn't need this kind of armor, chain mail was not bad for a profession like a ranger, and it was more suitable for paladins and full-body armor.

"He's a paladin", a female voice came from inside, although it was in human language, but the elven accent could be clearly heard, and there was an elven mage in the faith, Tarrant was not surprised.

"Okay", the believer put his arm on Tarrant's shoulder and pushed in front of another full-body armor, "Look at this, it can defend against elemental attacks, and the defense against weapons is also good, basically, two-star weapons can't cause damage to people wearing armor." ”

To put it mildly, Tarrant already knew how much the market price of this armor was, definitely more than five figures, he stepped forward and stroked the armor, to be honest, he liked it very much, and he also wanted to have it.

The merchant clearly saw a glimmer of opportunity, and he took off his armor with great force, knocking it playfully, "Come on, wear it and see." ”

The armor was handed over, and Tarrant just took the armor and his arm hung down heavily, it was too heavy, his body had not yet recovered, and he couldn't even bear the weight of this armor, he checked it and returned it to the believer, "I can't try it now." ”

"It seems that there is an injury on the body", the believer also showed a regretful expression, "It's okay, I welcome you here at any time, when you recover, you can come and try it, as long as it is suitable, the price will satisfy you." ”

"Thank you", Tarrant wasn't sure if the believer was so enthusiastic about every guest who came in, but apparently a little too enthusiastic about him, did he know himself? Tarrant had been here before, but had never bought any equipment, and there was no reason to be enthusiastic, he walked into the house, the elf was inside, and Tarrant looked like him.

The back room was full of mage-type supplies, scrolls, spell books, and books, and the believer asked, "Have you started learning spells?"

"No, let's see if there's a gift for my mage friend," Tarrant said in passing.

"Well, whatever you want", another adventurer walked in through the door, and the believer hastened to follow.

The layout of the inner and outer rooms is completely different, with several large bookcases neatly arranged with scrolls and books, and the interior of the room is spotless. The roof of the inner room was made of glass, exactly like a conservatory, and the sunlight could shine into every corner of the room, and in one corner there was a comfortable chaise longue, on which an elf lay and looked at a book peacefully, the chaise longue swayed slightly, and her face was hidden by ancient books. The elves' long hair fell from the chaise longue like a golden waterfall, and the pale yellow robes shimmered slightly against the soft sunlight, and the design of the inner room must have been due to the elves' love of sunlight.

Tarrant didn't want to be too obtrusive, so he picked up a scroll from the bookshelf next to him, which he didn't know about ancient words, these characters recorded magical energy, and for mages, these were priceless treasures. Once a mage has reached the corresponding level, they will be able to learn the magical energy contained in these magic scrolls by reading them, and memorize them in advance when they need to use them later. Of course, if you don't reach the corresponding level and want to use these magic, you can read it aloud according to the old saying of the scroll, and the magic will be realized immediately, but this scroll will disappear, and generally only rich people will do this, very rich, and the price of high-end scrolls is not much cheaper than other equipment.

"This scroll is not suitable for gift-giving, it's too low-end, farsightedness", the voice came from behind the ancient book.

Tarrant carefully put the scroll back in his hand and walked to the bookshelf next to it.

"That doesn't fit either, I think what you need is a high-end spell, and then the bookshelf in the back. The elf didn't show his face, but he seemed to be able to see Tarrant's every move.

The bookshelf in the back looked no different from the first two, Tarrant stepped forward, the paper of the scroll was the same, he picked up one, a few lines were densely written in blood-red letters, he held up the scroll and asked, "Which spell is this?" ”

The mage's ancient book hung down slightly, revealing a pair of clear eyes, "Carving Death Technique." ”

A simple scroll actually contains magical energy that can take the lives of dozens of people, which is amazing, Tarrant stuffed the scroll back into the bookshelf, continued to pick up another one, the blue word, and before he could ask a question, the elf said: "Spell sequence technique." ”

The scrolls densely packed on this bookshelf are all high-level spells, and if they can learn them all, they have enough abilities to become legends on the Redstone Continent, Tarrant asked, "Are those great grandmaster-level spells here?"

"For example?"

Grand master-level spells can not only cast energy many times higher than other high-level spells, but also have very high requirements for the mage itself, so it is difficult to encounter in ordinary adventures. Tarrant didn't know much about the mage's Grand Master-level spells, after all, the chance of surviving after seeing those spells was infinitely close to zero, and he only knew a few, "For example...... Time Stop, Collapse, Death Seal, Reversal Ray, or Plane Teleportation. ”

"It's all rare spells," the elf said with a slight approving tone. This is a rather difficult requirement, more like a challenge for Tarrant to elven mages, for those mages whose abilities have reached the grandmaster level, the bottleneck of their ability improvement is that they cannot continue to practice higher-end spells, there is no place to find the Grand Master level spell scrolls, and even if there is, it will require tens of thousands of gold coins. The elven mage continued, "Some have, some don't, I can transcribe it for you if you need it. ”

Scroll copying is the main way of spell transmission, and the high-level mage Tong Guò writes the secrets and spells of spell casting on the magic scroll and passes them on to other low-level mages, as long as they read it, the scroll will automatically disappear, and the reader can obtain the magical energy in it.

The elf's simple answer made Tarrant stunned in place, and he said lightly that copying the Grand Master-level spell meant that this elven mage's ability had mastered the highest level of spell mystery. Some people say that the wealth of faith can exceed that of a country, and Tarrant once thought that was an exaggeration, but now that he believes it, as long as this mage is allowed to copy a few great master-level spells at will, faith can earn tens of thousands of gold coins.

"What's on the bookshelf in the back?" Tarrant didn't have the courage to continue asking about spells, and he moved to the bookshelf behind him.

"Priest spells, I don't have Priest Grand Master level spells here, there are books about spells against the wall. ”

Finally there was something that faith didn't have, and Tarrant walked towards the wall, he didn't dare to take an interest in priest spells.

Bookshelves on the side of the wall cling to the wall and occupy the entire view, and there are colorful books stacked on them.

Tarrant took out a copy of the book called "Plane Traveler", he turned to the middle page and read it, the book is about a mage's plane travel experience, he claims to have been to many strange worlds, and seen a thousand strange things, some worlds cannot use magic, and some worlds are full of terrifying monsters.

Plane travel is a new term, developed in the past hundred years, since the mages discovered the enhanced effect of teleportation, there are many people who are keen on it, they use the high-level energy of the teleportation technique to open up a channel to connect the plane, with this channel can lead to other worlds, the professional expression of the mages is "to tear through the spatial opening with powerful magical energy, and establish a direct passage to the space that coexists with the Redstone Continent but cannot be easily reached". Plane travel is the patent of the great grandmaster-level mage, and it can only be achieved by casting the plane teleportation technique, and mortals have no way but to worship, so some people wonder if the "plane" thing really exists.

The story told in the book, Tarrant can only use the word "story" to summarize the book, it is really strange, it specifically talks about a world where there is no magic energy, the people in this world look the same as the humans in the Redstone Continent, but the color of their skin and hair is different, in addition, there are no other races there, only humans, the author of the book stayed in that world for several hours, and found that they have nothing but ignorance.

There was no magical energy, Tarrant turned a few pages, it was a fairy tale, without magical energy, what a terrible world it should be, he read the description of another world, the air there was dusky and dirty, there were no humanoids, there were terrible reptiles everywhere, their skin was harder than armor, they killed each other and devoured their bodies, Tarrant reluctantly closed the book, this is a fairy tale book, a record of the nightmarish fantasy stories of the author's childhood, it must be so.

Next to this book, there is another book called "The Subversion of Power", which is not as thick as the one just now, and the material is much newer, Tarrant took out the book and looked at the table of contents, which is a book that records all kinds of strange adventurers in the world, and the title of the eighth chapter of the table of contents attracted his attention, "The fanatical penchant for being struck by lightning", and curiosity led him to turn to the eighth chapter, which detailed the story of an adventurer.

The name of the adventurer is not written in the book, and the author of the book is observing them as a priest and trying to decipher their experience. The adventurer who likes to be struck by lightning, is a berserker, he experiences a betrayal, his wife can't stand his perennial adventure life, and quietly falls in love with other people, when the adventurer knows about it, he is heartbroken, but still chooses to leave, in a battle, he is struck by lightning, it turns out that he likes this feeling, and then he uses various ways to try to be struck by lightning, and he is reborn in pain. His ending is not written in the book, but it is clearly implied that this adventurer was able to surpass the resistance of ordinary people to thunder, and learned to use lightning as a weapon, and he has now become a legend.

The author did not write this legend as a legend, but clearly interpreted him as a patient, the psychological trauma made him mentally problematic, and liked the pain when he was struck by lightning, Tarrant picked up the book and asked the elf, "When is this book of 'Subversion of Power'." ”

"In the past few years, there are too many books, I can't remember the specific time, and the cases written in them should all be alive. ”

"Feverish penchant for being struck by lightning, this case seems to be a respectable person?" Tarrant asked tentatively, already thinking of Thor when he saw the accusation against Thunder, but did not want to associate him with "psychosis".

The elf poked his head out, "That author is a great priest, named Meredith, who is known for skillfully controlling the psychology of human beings to fight, the case you mentioned is 'Thor', a hero admired by everyone, but in Meredith's eyes, he is a poor patient, Meredith believes that any person has absolute psychological weakness, as long as it can be discovered, it can easily defeat this person." ”

Unheard of the name, but Tarrant admired the author's point of view, and he immediately thought of himself what his weakness would be if Meredith were to analyze himself. Tarrant turned to the end of the book, and the last chapter talked about a man without weaknesses, a mad mage, a mentally ill man of Yan Zòng.

In this case, the Mad Mage had no normal mind, and his jumping and scattering thoughts prevented ordinary people from catching the Mad Mage's true intentions, Meredith admits his incompetence at the end, and his writing appears irritable and incoherent.

Tarrant, who already had some admiration for Meredith, immediately changed his mind and tried to analyze the mind of a mentally ill person, trying to find the weakness of the mentally ill person's thinking, which in itself meant madness and hysteria, and Tarrant believed that the author also suffered from some kind of mental illness.

Tarrant put the books back in their place and walked casually along the shelves, various titles came into view, about spells cracking each other, wilderness survival guides, monster challenge encyclopedias, and some ancient books that did not use human writing at all, I believe these books are also valuable, and if he has time, Tarrant can study here well.

"Spells are such a wonderful thing, they fill so many bookshelves," Tarrant said, walking back.

"Regarding spells, you can check out the Temple of the Stars," the elf pointed to a book in the corner, "maybe it will help you in your adventures later." ”

According to the instructions of the elves, Tarrant turned to the book, the production is very exquisite, it can be seen from the color that the age is a little old, the cover is flashed with the memory of time, Tarrant picked up the book, which records those rare and great mages from the beginning of the "origin of civilization" to the present, creating a rich world of spells, they are the pioneers of spells, the founders of civilization, and their stories are eternal legends that cannot be replicated.

But their names were so old that Tarrant had never heard of them, and in this era, only the mages of the Academy would tell who these legends were, and Tarrant saw only one familiar word, Klos.

The founder of the Kros energy system, it was he who created the precedent of energy shaping, turning air into solid shapes, and the Kroos Energy Fist that Tarrant received was named after the inventor Klos, and Klos also invented several other spells, which Tarrant had never seen, and according to the book, their energy was more powerful than the Energy Fist.

The Temple of the Stars refers to these wise men as the shining stars in the sky, and they embellish the history of redstone, and they will forever ascend to the temple of glory, which is an honor that many adventurers dream of.

"If any of the mages mentioned in this book could be resurrected, the times would surely change. Tarrant guessed.

"Of course, these are unique great men, and there are several mages whose abilities can even destroy miè redstone, and they have challenged the gods. ”

There is a lot of content in the book, Tarrant has no time to read it, he estimates that he has been here for a while, he does not want to miss the farewell party in the afternoon, so he can only put the book away, and said goodbye to the elf: "Thank you for your hospitality, this is a fruitful noon, but unfortunately I have something to do in the afternoon." ”

"You're always welcome, knight", the elf's attention returned to her ancient book.

"These scrolls", Tarrant originally just casually said that he wanted to buy a gift, but now he was a little embarrassed to return empty-handed after receiving the other party's hospitality, and also gave a gift to Catrina by the way, she likes the scrolls of spells, the rare kind, "high-level spells, great grandmaster-level spells, how much does it cost", Tarrant spent a lot of courage, there are only more than 100 gold coins left in his pocket, if the other party is really willing to sell at a low price, high-level spells can still afford it.

"Spell scrolls", the elf hesitated for a moment, and continued, "It's free, if you need to copy it... It is also possible to do it for free. ”