Time passed very slowly, every minute seemed like a day, but the pain lasted for 24 hours, and when it got dark again, Salin regained control of his body.

Well......

Salin felt that his vocal cords were no longer his own, and the pain was not completely gone, and he struggled, letting go of his hand first, dropping the horrible badge.

Magic Weapon!

Salin roared wildly in his heart, this damn badge must be a magic weapon, and he felt like he was being eaten, and he had to be digested along with his soul.

Thirty thousand years ago, during the First Dynasty, humans were still a powerful race, and they could tear through space at will, cross planes, and capture demons for breeding. Some demons could not be tamed, so they were made into magic items. This kind of magic item made by a powerful demon is called a magic weapon, although it was only a game at the beginning, but after only 10,000 years, human beings have fallen and lost their strong power.

These magical items immediately became precious, and it was impossible to continue to cross the plane to catch demons, and these items were collected by powerful mages and could enslave the demonic souls within.

By the time of the Fourth Dynasty more than a thousand years ago, except for the powerful ninth-level magician, no one else could enslave the demon souls in the magic weapons.

Magical weapons have become synonymous with terror, and magicians below level 7 are simply unable to resist the power of magical weapons, and these unruly demons, even if only their souls are left, refuse to sign a contract with humans.

See one and eat the other, this is the characteristic of magic weapons.

No, if this thing is a magic weapon, I'm afraid I don't even have a body now. Salin touched his hands and feet, his flesh and blood were plump, and he was still a very real existence.

Saleen finally regained some intelligence from the shock, and soon found himself on a nervous side. If it's a magic weapon, even the teacher can't resist it, let alone think that he will come back to life after losing the ability to resist like this.

What would it be if it wasn't a magic weapon?, Salin sat up with his hands propped up, checking his condition. Everything is fine, except for being very weak, even the poor magic elements in the body are a little more than before.

Creak?

It's really a little more, although the number of extra elements is still pitiful, but for Salin, a person who cherishes every bit of elemental power, even an increase of one-tenth of an elemental unit can be detected. The increase in mental power is even more obvious, Saleen's mental power is already very strong, Jason said that even if he becomes a real magician, his mental power is enough.

Now Salin's spiritual power has become much purer and more condensed. There are even signs of a breakthrough.

Despite his weakness, Saleen quickly crawled under the bed and picked up the badge he had thrown out. There was nothing in the lightning-shaped scarf, and the blue was gone. Saleen stroked the badge, but didn't dare to cast another magic detection.

Fang Cai's experience was too painful, and even though Saleen's childhood was tormented, he couldn't bear the pain. Many things are difficult to change when he gets used to them, and in the past few years, he has lived comfortably, and his endurance has become smaller.

Shouldn't I show it to the teacher? No, wouldn't it be very ...... if the teacher was made to be the same as himself by this badge

Salin laughed out loud as he imagined Jason lying on the floor, weak and enduring all the negative effects. Forget it, study it yourself, at least this thing just don't cast magic on it.

Over the course of the next month, Saleen experienced three defeats, and the three thousand gold coins of the Magic String Elixir were consumed and turned into a pile of slag. This devastated him, because his proud mental power was unable to make ends meet, and it was always difficult to control the use of the materials for the magic string potion.

What should I do if I don't have enough mental strength? Salin remembered his family crest. He took the badge out of the box and rubbed it in the palm of his hand. Fight it, if this thing can really make your mental strength grow, no matter how much you suffer, it's worth it.

This time Salin had an extra mind, and he wanted to experiment to see what the specific conditions for the badge to have that effect.

He placed the badge on the floor and unleashed his magic detection from a distance of three meters. The hazy glow of magic shrouded the dark emblem for a brief pause, and then quickly sucked into the lightning-shaped scarf.

It's over? Nothing happened!

Saleen moved the badge to a distance of two meters and repeated the experiment, still without problems. In the end, he simply found a pair of gloves to put on, and continued the experiment.

Eventually, Saleen came to the conclusion that the badge was safe as long as it didn't come into skin-to-skin contact.

It seems that there will be no problems in carrying it with him in the future, and Salin is finally relieved. Otherwise, this thing can only be kept far away in the box.

Saleen began to train hard, from Tuesday to Thursday, he had to use the special functions of the badge to destroy himself, and then endure 24 hours of pain, his mental strength really improved significantly, and after three months, Saleen's mental power broke through.

Originally, he was only enough to cast the element of level 0 magic 5 times in a row, but now he can release 7 level 0 magic under the meticulous control of his mental power. The slow-growing magic element was originally at the level of a Level 3 apprentice, but Saleen was able to use it sparingly and bring his magic release ability to the level of a Level 4 apprentice.

The changes in his body are also very obvious, Salin still looks a little thin, but his physical strength is better, and his tolerance for various negative states has become extremely strong. Most importantly, after using the badge, the time for his body to lose control has been reduced to 6 hours.

In these 6 hours, Salin is no longer suffering, except that his body cannot move, he can already use these 6 hours to think, recall the books he has read, and review some magical knowledge.

After surviving the hardest days, Saleen became confident. He didn't even notice it himself, and his temperament had changed substantially. There were no more fragile reactions such as panic, hesitation, and panic, and his smile increased, and it was a smile from the heart.

Saleen decided to continue exercising like this, believing that as long as he persisted, sooner or later he would become immune to all negative magical states.

Perhaps the only thing that hasn't changed is Saleen's obsession with gold coins. He used all the remaining time to continue to prepare magic potions and sell them to Decca, and in three months, he had collected more than 3,000 gold coins. It's a pity that it can't be faster, Dika can't bear it anymore, Ceylon City itself has limited spending power, after he seized the position of the head of the thieves, he only has the local young thieves in Ceylon City at hand, and he can't do big cases.

Selling excess potions to foreign thieves requires stockpiling in advance, and Decca doesn't have much liquidity. He didn't have the courage to ask thieves from other places to pay a down on credit, and he didn't have the influence to do so.

Salin knew that the more than 3,000 gold coins might not be able to make a magic string potion, and he was worried about the gold coins, but he had to continue day by day. It's another weekend, and he's going to have to go into town to buy lab materials for Jason, and he's also going to bring back last week's order.

It was a bad weekend, the wind was fading, the rain was falling cold, and rust-colored clouds were hanging over the harbour of Ceylon City.

Two well-dressed swordsmen hid under the eaves and looked into the distance. They did not wear armor and even hung short swords only around their waists. A leaf-shaped badge was embroidered on their chests, which represented that they were the lord's subordinates and were close to each other.

The two swordsmen were close in stature, with broad shoulders and thin waists, tall and straight.

"Captain, that kid won't come, will he?" the red-haired swordsman asked worriedly, looking at the rain that was getting heavier.

"No, Chris. It's been three years, and he's been there every week at this time, rain or shine. The golden-haired swordsman pressed his short sword and looked patiently at the stone path outside the eaves. The rain was blown in by the wind and could not get close to his body. The red-haired Chris had no choice but to shrink inward, and he thought to himself, when will I be able to cultivate sword qi like the captain?

The stone road has not been repaired for many years and begins to accumulate water. The curtain of raindrops fell and splashed, forming a layer of mist on the ground. In such weather, there are really no people going out. It's autumn, and it's getting colder and colder in Ceylon City.

The blonde swordsman's eyes were like torches, piercing the rain curtain and seeing at the end of the road, a thin teenager walking unhurriedly. The boy did not have an umbrella, wore a funny robe, and carried a huge leather bag behind him. The rain fell, bouncing off the surface of his body, and even the boots under his feet were still clean and unsoaked in the rain.

The boy gradually approached, and his face became clear. His hair and eyes are chestnut-colored, and the bridge of his nose is slightly high, and his eye sockets appear to be deep-set, as if he was of southern aristocratic blood. His eyebrows were furrowed, as if he didn't care about the damn weather, and he still had a small leather bag hanging from his slender fingers.

This is a standard leather bag for gold coins, and one leather bag can hold fifty gold coins. The boy hooked it on his finger and swayed with his steps. The security of the port is not very good, and if it were not raining, thieves might immediately target him.

"Master Salin!" the blonde swordsman greeted warmly, waving to the boy.

Salin curled the corners of his mouth, but as if he didn't hear, he continued to walk in the rain. His name is Salin, but he is not a mage, but a level 3 magic apprentice.

The blonde swordsman was a little embarrassed, and he couldn't call someone else's Salin apprentice, such a title was really disrespectful, and Lord Viscount let himself be as polite as possible. It's really hard to do.

"Master Meitlin!" the blonde swordsman raised his voice, the other party had already walked in front of him, and now he was looking at his back.

"Salin, Salin!" the blonde swordsman saw the young man's figure drifting away, so he had no choice but to step forward and chase after him. Chris reluctantly followed, striding into the rain. The rain soaked through his gorgeous clothes in an instant, and only the tightened boots remained a little dry. It's raining! Chris shivered.

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