Chapter 132: Feiling

"What is this?"

"Try it and you'll know. Milor smiled slyly. "I didn't expect that there are still magicians who don't fly Ling, it seems to be really closed. ”

Morey coughed dryly, but fortunately Milor didn't ask and left on his own. He seemed to be busy with the soldiers', after all, it was about his exams or something, and of course he was concerned about it.

After so much time, Milor seems to have forgotten about Morey's sneaking to the Moon Garden, and has never asked. Apparently he wasn't very interested in it, which was a relief, but when it came to it, he wasn't much better.

Seeing that they were busy counting the number of people and cleaning their wounds, Morey had nothing to do for a while, although he wanted to go to the city to get some ash samples, but Bohr was still unconscious. After a little hesitation, he went outside the city.

An hour later, Morey finally rented a tent in the makeshift area.

The conditions are obviously not very good, and it is expensive, but there is only this kind of place here, and Morey is of course a little dissatisfied, but he has to pinch his nose and endure it. Compared to the city, Finn City is closer to a gathering place, except for a guy named Amel, there are basically no people who speak and take care of things. After the fire, the birds were basically gone, and of course there was not so much labor to restore the city.

Of course, the place that does not serve as a rest will not attract mercenaries and outlaws, and unless it can be built slowly, I am afraid that this place will be deserted for a while.

The rented 'tent' was actually a two-storey hut, with the lower floor being a simple temporary wooden house, and the upper floor being sealed with the skin of an old bighorn cow and hanging down until it was nailed below. Although the wind on the prairie is strong, it is built against the city wall, but I don't feel it at all, and it is surprisingly quite comfortable.

Looking out of the small window on the second floor, Morey looked at the tallest building in the distance, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"That's where Amel, known as 'Lord,' lives. ”

Although he is not a nobleman, it is said that this Amel is very powerful, and he is completely like a blatant king, and no one dares to touch him. The building was a small castle that Ameler usually built - this was a complete disregard for Tarir, and I wonder how Erica would feel when she arrived.

Of course, Amelle was furious at the fire of Finn, but he had to move to a small castle, and the current temporary area was built around the small castle. In time, if it is rebuilt, it will become the second center of Finn City.

can be in the chaotic Finn City to intimidate the side, the strength must be quite tough, except for the mercenary union Ameler dare not move, other times can really be called a hegemon. After all, Fein City is a city dominated by mercenaries and criminals, and the status of the Mercenary Guild is still unshakable.

Such an urban form is really unprecedented, Morey couldn't help but stroll around curiously for a while, occasionally passing by a few green-skinned orcs are very eye-catching, these purebred orcs can be nearly half taller than ordinary people, the muscles on their bodies are knotted, and they hum two white gases from their noses from time to time, and they only look very fierce and domineering.

They usually carry large axes or thick sticks, which are not very sharp, but they are very heavy at first glance, and are made of gray-black rock, and when placed in the ground there is a pit, I am afraid that ordinary inferior swordsmen may not be able to pick it up

But that's what happened after watching too much.

After resting for a while in the makeshift tavern, it was interesting to hear rumors that Amelle was responsible for the fire - but this kind of drunken nonsense, Morey just drank the ale and listened to it for fun.

It seems that there have been such rumors before, and no one dares to talk about a few people with their heads stuck on the poles.

However, Ameler rarely showed up after the fire, some people say that he didn't know what reason he had fought with that night, and he was injured a little bit, and now only a few of his men are still coming forward, occasionally maintaining order.

A half-orc saw Morey's face, and his eyes lit up. "Hey, brother, for three silver coins, all the girls here are hehe!"

"It's actually pimping. Morey looked at the orc coming—he couldn't see the man or the woman!

Although he didn't understand the aesthetics of the half-orcs, Morey glanced at this man's big thick teeth, and couldn't think of anything beautiful about the 'pretty girl' in his mouth, so he couldn't help but immediately settle the account with a dry smile. "Uh, sorry, I have something else to do!"

"Hey, you're going to find that bootgrass too?" said the orc indignantly. "Don't listen to that idiot Greek's nonsense, there is no dragon boot grass! He shouted from here just now, and there is not a single person who is willing to be with him, although the lord's bounty is high, he must have his life to get it!"

Morey was just about to leave, but when he heard this, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and his eyes turned around. "Dragon's Blood Grass?"

"Uh, yes, yes"

Morey hesitated, but shook his head and went straight back to his residence.

Back at the lodgings, Morey couldn't help but feel a little relieved—Bohr was still lying quietly on the bed, and his face was noticeably better. Xiaobai was lazily lying by the window basking in the sun, and was startled when he saw Morey coming in, but he was vigilant for a long time, so he still chirped and continued to sleep in his own nap.

Walked alone to the wooden table on the second floor and sat down, and after a little bit of gathering his thoughts, Morey's gaze gradually sank.

The connection with Belio seems to have been almost broken.

I thought it wouldn't take long for Belio to do it himself, but now it seems that it is not a trivial matter.

Of course, if Belio really hangs up, maybe we can be sad and sad, and at the same time we can feel a little relieved. However, as long as you feel it with mental power, you will find that it is not Bellio who hangs up, but the magic carving on the ring finger.

In my current understanding, the form of the Bellio space should be a space that breaks away and forms an alternative spirit in one's own body -- I guess only in this way will Bellio jokingly call it a prison, right? If the pattern of the ring finger is the door used to enter and exit, then the current situation is that the door of this prison is blocked.

Not only did he not get free, but because the passage was destroyed, he couldn't get any help from Belio - this is a cheat.

Although Belio has a bad personality, he is even prone to anger when he talks too much. But I have to say that if it is gone, the problem of fire bombing will be gone. We finally collected the undead bird feathers, but Belio suddenly entered a state of suspended animation, which is simply maddening

At least tell me what this feather is for!

Morey couldn't help but glance slightly at his back - now those three feathers were turned into totems and stuck there, God knows what that meant. The effect of the Fire Bomb Technique has not weakened in the slightest, and it is obviously not used that way.

There should be another way to use it!

Although he was reluctant, Morey had no choice but to sigh helplessly. "I can only fix this magic mark first!"

After trying it for a while, Morey soon realized that wanting to fix this was no different from repairing the fire bomb technique back then. As long as it can exude scattered spiritual power, it can be slowly repaired.

But it's a lot harder to serve than fireball!

It consumed two cores, and although it did repair somewhat, it was so small that it would take a while to completely repair it. This made Morey's face a little ugly - after all, the magic core brought from Ximin Village had almost been used.

This is not Ximin Village, and the low-level demon core is not a matter of not wanting money, but money is a minor problem. The most troublesome thing is, where can I find so many low-level demon cores at once?

"Looks like you'll have to get Kidd to help you when you get back to Hanlin City?" Morey said to himself.

Putting this question aside for the time being, he took out the so-called 'Feiling' and spread it on the table, Morey's eyes narrowed slightly.

Although Milor said that we were very outdated, we really hadn't heard of such a thing as 'Flying Feather', and it was probably a specialty of Daria.

The feather in the upper left corner looked unfamiliar, he had never seen anything like it, and if it wasn't for his own lack of knowledge, it must have been something that had been treated by alchemy. It was an ordinary piece of brown paper, but it was reinforced with magic, and it emitted a beautiful milky white magical glow.

After all, the key to this thing is the feather.

"But how do you use it?" Morey glanced at the paper in confusion, but his gaze suddenly froze, and he realized that there was a small note attached to it.

Morey couldn't help but smile wryly, this is probably for hillbillies like us.

The so-called Feiling, originally known as the 'Magic Transmission Chain', is a feather-like magic that flies out and spreads to another person's paper if you inject enough mental power to write on the paper.

Therefore, it is called 'Feiling'.

"It's a mobile version of the magic pigeon! I said why didn't Milor go to the guild to borrow it. Morey raised his eyebrows, but instead of marveling at the convenience and technical value of this thing, he said to himself. "How much does this cost?"

No matter how you look at it, this thing is definitely not a simple thing, and Milor has nothing to do with it.

That guy is simply a big tyrant.

There is only one silver mirror mark on the paper, and only Milor's flying feather is recorded.

Of course, if you don't control your mental power well, it's hard to write on paper, and if you don't do it well, you'll make some jokes, so basically no swordsman uses this thing. Some ordinary magicians can't play this, but after all, we are a magician, and mental power control is a strength, so we don't care too much about it.

Continuing to read, Morey couldn't help but nodded abruptly Although this Feiling is powerful, it also has a disadvantage, that is, it can't be placed in the subspace, otherwise you won't be able to receive letters.

In other words, magic pockets and the like are not okay.

Therefore, it was decided that it could not be carried with it - after all, once in danger, this thing happened to come to the letter, and the magic fluctuation was like a lighthouse in the dark, and it was almost a person's death.

Morey thought about it, but chose to put it in his magic pocket for the time being, and it was not too late to take it out when he returned to Hanlin City in the future.