Chapter Ninety-Nine: Magic Carved Weapons

"Oh, your handwriting is really good, at least it's much better than most people I know. Morey flipped through the paper on the table and removed the rag from his mouth. "Don't write like me, after all, I'm still here watching. ”

Frida shuddered. "I see. ”

Scraping a board from the table, Morey instructed Frida to write, and though he was reluctant, he succumbed after half of his eyebrows were burned off - 'If you have something to do for three days, you are not allowed to enter without permission!'

With that done, Morey dragged the maid, who was also tied up, to the top floor, and tied it to a large stone horn with Frida. Not only is that thing valuable, but it's also quite powerful, and I can't run if I want to tie it up with this thing.

For a character like Frida, Morey didn't think that deceitful poison could really control him. And after three days, it is estimated that he will not be in Hanyue City for a long time, and he will not be able to find anyone even if he wants to. As for whether someone will forcibly break into the door to find him in three days, well, that can only be said to wish him good luck.

Finding an overcoat from Frida's closet, Morey naturally draped it on his body, went downstairs and hung up a message, and then his body began to change!

If Frida saw this scene, her eyes would probably pop out! Morey's body began to gradually become shorter and fatter, and he lost ten centimeters in height in just half a minute. It may not be perfect, but there is nothing unusual about the coat at all.

Under the effect of magic, Morey's face also began to swell, although his facial features were not controlled very well, but as soon as the top hat was pressed, others could only see a chin. In the middle of the night, it is impossible to recognize it at a glance! Morey took a picture in front of the standing mirror on the first floor, nodded with satisfaction, and took a wooden box by the way, which really looked like he was going out.

"Master Frida, where are you going?" a soldier on guard couldn't help but wonder when he saw the 'Master' swaggering out.

It's all at that, where are you going to go around?

However, the master only waved his hand, and his feet were not slow at all. Many soldiers saw this scene, but they dared to stop it, so they had to chase it over to see.

But today's master seems to be walking exceptionally fast!

A few guards with fighting spirit chased after them for a long time, and they were actually lost in the alley, which even frightened themselves.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Is it because you're in a bad mood?"

The Master is a mysterious magician, and although it is frightening to be able to get rid of them, there is not much suspicion. Master Frida is a magic carver, and he has no fighting spirit and no magic fluctuations, which is easy to recognize, who else can this person in front of him be if he is not a master.

"Oh, there's a message here!!" A sharp-eyed man saw the plank under the tower, and immediately pointed to the wooden sign and shouted.

"Shall we go in?"

"You're stupid! It says that it is forbidden to enter without permission, but if the master stays, you can afford to take responsibility if something happens?"

"Go and inform the city lord first, and guard the Moon Picking Garden before the master returns. ”

Frida listened to the noise under the tower and whimpered like a fat soybean worm. However, it is a pity that Morey is indeed tight enough, and even if Frida is so anxious that his heart is angry, his body can hardly move, and he can only twist angrily.

Morey walked a few streets with a twist, found a canopy and hid in, and only then wiped the cold sweat that had reached the corners of his forehead when he watched the guards miss it. "It's too tiring to use magic tattoos like this, so it's better to use them less in the future. ”

Those guards were at least second-order swordsmen, and all of them were masters. The city lord did not spare any effort to protect Frida, and there were even a few swordsmen among them who felt very dangerous. If it weren't for that, Morey wouldn't have been so careful. Brenda and those people could never have been hired so easily, otherwise, with the importance that the city lord attached to Frida, it would have been impossible for people to live so close to the Moon Picking Garden, especially a group of explorers who were five big and three rough.

It was already late at night, and there was no one on the street, so as soon as Morey put away his magic tattoo, his body quickly returned to normal. But it only took a few minutes, and it was tiring enough, and I didn't want to move for a while, so I sat on the branch and rested for a while before I felt better.

"Interesting, is this what magicians use to fight?" Morey surveyed the lightning staff in his hand, the most interesting thing of the night's harvest.

The magic crystal bead on the top of this staff seems to have been camouflaged, but it can still be seen that there are at least ten magic carving circuits, which are genuine third-order magic carving circles, even in the undisguised parts, there are many that Morey can't understand. If this thing was really made by Frida, it would be impressed with him, but it shouldn't be possible.

Probably where did you buy it?

Frida's mental strength is indeed powerful, which can be seen from his insight, but he only wears a second-level badge on his chest after all. Perhaps with his level of spiritual power, he could be said to be the best among the second-level magic carvers, but it was still impossible to create a third-order magic carving array.

Otherwise, the labor and management have not studied the magic carving circle now, wouldn't the IQ be Yoneda?

Although the magic circle is amazing, what concerns Morey the most is the staff carrier. The staff seems to have been tailor-made for this magic crystal bead, and the inlay groove is very delicate, and the magic crystal bead is embedded in it by three clasp corners, but it is not a simple inlay. Morey saw that the tip of each buckle angle was accurately pointed at an important node of the circle, and the three patterns on the staff body were more complex than the other, extending from the grip to the corresponding buckle corner.

Seeing this thing, Morey's eyes couldn't help but twinkle, and he suddenly thought that when Frida used this staff just now, he seemed to use two different forms of magic.

Not to mention the trouble of the power grid, the power of that big lightning bolt still scares Morey. Although he hadn't tested the limit of the pseudo-magic pattern, at that time, Morey really felt that his whole body was paralyzed for a moment, and if he didn't have the pseudo-magic pattern, he might turn into charcoal on the spot.

Obviously, there can only be one manifestation of the magic circle, and at least one thing is certain, Frida definitely didn't pull out the second magic crystal at that time.

"Are you Frida?" A voice suddenly sounded not far away!

Morey's pupils shrank, and he quickly put away his lightning staff.

I saw a man dressed in black standing quietly, with a high turned-up triangle collar, and the hem of the dress was very long, and you could see a pair of black leggings underneath, which looked a bit like aristocratic clothing. From the collar to the white gloves and black leather boots, it is still normal, but on the head, he wears a pure black mask headdress, which covers the whole face. The man's voice sounded very uncomfortable, and it was clearly not the original sound.

What made Morey uneasy was that there was not a single fluctuation of vindictive energy or magic on this person's body, otherwise no matter how tired he was, it would be impossible for people to get so close and not notice.

"You've mistaken someone. Morey jumped off the tree, turned around and walked away without saying a word.

"I saw you coming out of the Garden of the Moon. A voice could be heard from behind him, but Morey ignored it, and instead disappeared into the darkness of the street corner, creeping into the narrow alley. If it were usual, maybe Morey would have probed him for a few words, but now that his mental power is consumed, it is still the best strategy for this kind of guy who doesn't know the depths.

Morey was quite fast, perhaps not as fast as the thief Quinn, but it was almost a flash of darkness in the night.

"Didn't catch up?" Glancing back in surprise, Morey realized that the guy hadn't been chasing, not even moving, to be exact.

It was a surprise, but Morey certainly wouldn't have gone back and asked why.

"It's not Frida, how could those guards let you out?" The figure in the black gentleman's suit suddenly appeared in front of him! Morey was startled and punched it!

Hearing only the crisp sound as a broken mirror, Morey was stunned to find that his punch was actually empty!

To be precise, the fist did hit something, but it was definitely not the touch of the human body. The man's body shattered as if in a mirror, pierced by Morey, but then pieced together in the air and restored to its original form.

Although he covered his face, Morey still felt a pair of eyes watching him, and he only felt a tingling in his scalp!

"Well, I now believe you're not Frida. The man looked at Morey for a moment, then spoke slowly.