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Edward didn't notice the astonished gaze cast by the clumsy hider at the other end of the hallway, for he himself was indulging in an inexplicable surprise.

He didn't doubt the intimidation in the mage's introduction, the strange vision that the ring gave him, allowing him to notice the glow of magic in every door. But it was also because of this that he was able to notice his own specialness - as he stopped, some of his magic would weaken accordingly.

Such a change naturally leads to an opportunity to explore the secrets of the unknown, and the result of the first attempt is the surprise in front of you. Gently crossing the threshold, carefully moving forward until he was sure that he was not repelled in any way, the hunter who had just hung up the title of apprentice felt from surprise to surprise.

Is this the so-called chief prerogative?

Suppressing his heartbeat that seemed to become unusual, looking at the softly lit space in the door at the end of the corridor, the strong curiosity of the psychic warlock and mage apprentice overcame the hunter's caution He shook his head, put aside the things he couldn't think of for the time being, and slowly walked along the corridor.

Soon, there were more people around him, about his age, but accustomed to hiding their faces in the shadow of their hoods—they were either in groups of threes or fives, whispering to each other, or walking alone, carrying heavy books. But everyone was in such a hurry, even when they passed the figure that seemed strange. There was a little doubt in his eyes, but his footsteps would not stay for half a minute.

Edward groaned a little as his gaze swept over the men who occasionally hung outside, familiar with the system, but with a little silver light. Later, he turned into a relatively remote hallway and changed his burqa for the gray-brown apprentice's robes...... And then. No one noticed that there was one more person among them who shouldn't have been.

Rash opening may cause trouble, but for those who observe carefully, there are some things that can be inferred unintentionally. At the end of this flow of people, behind two wide gates, the new apprentice finally got his wish, and saw a wide gallery. The real picture gallery, compared to the one I just saw, is simply a stall, and it is also open in a sparsely populated township.

This huge hall has the size of a temple and a three-story space, and the rows of shelves are even more endless. A brief look at the nameplate on the shelf revealed that it had an impressive amount of treasure in the secular world. Geography, History, Linguistics...... as well as all sorts of anecdotal knowledge. Bestiary...... Even in a row of specially divided areas, the marks of the shelves are spells under the general three rings, as well as related research materials.

The surprise didn't last long, and it was only when he took a few documents with him and tried to leave like everyone else that he learned a little about the procedure here.

It is forbidden to leave with any of them, and it is forbidden to copy them privately - of course, arbitrarily. That is, all of them are copied by someone.

"How come no one has told you about this little thing? The most ordinary information, a page of parchment and a gold coin. Even if it's just one word, it's no exception. If it is related to spells, the price should be increased appropriately. The exact price is in the table over there. One of the mages guarding the doorway raised a pale face. His voice was as calm as ice, and he looked impatient with the apprentice who disturbed him, but he didn't make too much of a fuss about whether he had access to the information.

But in the end, Edward could only send back those few pieces of parchment because the content of the form was enough to restrain his pursuit from another angle.

The so-called appropriateness is a price increase of tens, or even hundreds of thousands.

That's right, hundreds of thousands...... Among the materials about monsters, the most advanced and detailed, listing all the weaknesses and abilities in detail, it takes five to ninety gold coins to transcribe a copy, and those about the recipe information about alchemy potions, a copy of the copy is priced at a thousand gold coins - and in order to prevent light memory, the valuable information only indicates the effect, or the beginning part, and if you want to copy it, you will only give the content after paying the fee.

As for the magic itself......

"Transcription spells, a trick of 0 rings for a hundred gold coins, 200 for 1 ring, 400 for 2 rings, and 3 rings for ...... Oh, and the average apprentice can only transcribe here. ”

It was still that pale and cold face, and the voice was as calm as a machine. However, this price is obviously enough to make it impossible for a young man from a poor background to settle down.

The truth is not calm, Edward is simply a little gnashing his teeth!

It is said that in the dark markets near the Furlong Frontier, the cheapest slave was worth three or four silver coins, and a double could buy a good ...... And those women with beautiful faces and round hips are only a dozen gold coins, and even some unlucky little nobles on the frontier, or the little noblewomen and celebrities in the ancient kingdom of the distant Black Mandarin Duck, I am afraid that they do not have the price of two hundred gold coins.

Of course, if it was worth the money, Edward would not be so excited, but he had admired these things for a long time, and naturally had some experience over time - just to copy the original text, and not to let them make a magic scroll, this bit of work can be done by any article. He can even do some tricks and stuff himself...... Even if it required special inks and powders of certain materials to be transcribed, it would not be that expensive.

In fact, the general charge is less than half of this.

However, the guy in charge didn't seem to have the heart to argue with him about this issue at all, his gaze pressed down, and he casually pointed to the card behind him, and wrote in bold large letters the famous words of Shi Digu seven hundred years ago: "Quiet, what a genius needs most is quiet thinking!" And underneath that sign, two ten-foot-tall steel golems, the armor above their heads were already lit up with two red lights. Sen Ran's coldness was enough to turn a qiē criticism into silence.

This is clearly a monopoly operation, forced buying and selling.

But people just don't worry about you.

Without the help of spells, mages simply cannot prepare and use magic. And it's not enough to be able to use it, the complex and profound things that are copied in the spell also include gestures and magic circles, and it is also necessary to study it repeatedly, otherwise if you misremember half a note and make a mistake when using it, the consequences are mostly related to human life - the magic is either dead or injured, not to mention that it is often in battle.

The structure of magic is a pyramid-like structure in every way, and there are dozens of spells in one ring. It could even be close to a hundred...... If it were the apprentices of the wealthy merchants, not only did they have a lot of money, but they could also copy each other, and the lovely Dehua had not developed that kind of relationship with them. Even if it's starting from scratch now. It also takes a lot of time and puts down a lot of figure, and it is not something that can be achieved overnight.

Knowing this, I might as well collect a bunch of magic scrolls. Get the academy to help with the transcription - hire a down-and-out magician from the Whispering Forest to do the work, and at least double the profit.

Edward planned so indignantly, but for now, whether it was regret or annoyance, this was not a place for someone destitute to spend......

If you enter Baoshan, it feels obviously not good to go back empty-handed, like a small fire burning in your heart. But that's not the end of it...... In fact, the flame seemed to burn more and more.

The structure of the Mage's Tower, in some places, has the same place, next to the gallery. It's the trading place of magic items, but the things here, although they are just the work of some middle and low-level mages, but the price strategy is in the same vein as in the gallery, and the high ones are maddening. The only good thing is that there is a wide variety of things, and there are a lot of things that fill twenty huge display cases...... Oh, and there's. They accept rental services for a maximum of about a month to use. 'Merely' is one-tenth of the selling price, and of course it doesn't include consumables.

I reviewed the value of the gold coins in my space bag. Sure that it was not worth even the smallest item, Edward sighed, forced himself to withdraw his gaze from the glittering 'concentrated gold coins', and slowly paced out of the room.

After a little thought, he did not look back, but continued to move on with confidence.

Wandering through the largest mage complex on the entire continent is like a beginner flipping through an obscure magic book, even if it is just one of them, it is easy to go astray without a guide who is familiar with the path. But the momentary loss didn't stop him from admiring the grandeur and wonder of the place, and Edward was in no hurry to ask for help from the few mages who passed by once in a while - it was a complete joke that a first-class cave bear was trapped in this unfancy corridor because he lost his way or forgot the route he had taken. And the psychic mancer's self-hypnosis doesn't just help in battle.

The Actual Spirit Crystal Servant had said that the Psychic Warlock could even memorize a few large sheets of parchment in an hourglass scale if he wanted to—so he preferred to take the opportunity to explore the map he could access.

Walk slowly through each corridor, stop in front of some open doors, cast a curious gaze at the silence or noise therein, but never step into those high thresholds, stop and go, try to get in at every intersection.

So gradually, the surprise in his heart rose again, pressing down those not gorgeous or heavy doors brought about by lack of funds to open unhindered in front of him, and the light film water waves covered at the entrances of several passages generally bypassed his body, opening a deep passage in front of this uninvited guest. Although, the shining luster that sealed those passages became more and more intense and deep, but when the boy walked forward, there was always one of them to accommodate his actions, good like a wisp of wind.

But people just don't worry about you.

Without the help of spells, mages simply cannot prepare and use magic. And it's not enough to be able to use it, the complex and profound things that are copied in the spell also include gestures and magic circles, and it is also necessary to study it repeatedly, otherwise if you misremember half a note and make a mistake when using it, the consequences are mostly related to human life - the magic is either dead or injured, not to mention that it is often in battle.

The structure of magic is a pyramid-like structure in every way, and there are dozens of spells in one ring. It could even be close to a hundred...... If it were the apprentices of the wealthy merchants, not only did they have a lot of money, but they could also copy each other, and the lovely Dehua had not developed that kind of relationship with them. Even if it's starting from scratch now. It also takes a lot of time and puts down a lot of figure, and it is not something that can be achieved overnight.

Knowing this, I might as well collect a bunch of magic scrolls. Get the academy to help with the transcription - hire a down-and-out magician from the Whispering Forest to do the work, and at least double the profit.

Edward planned so indignantly, but for now, whether it was regret or annoyance, this was not a place for someone destitute to spend......

If you enter Baoshan, it feels obviously not good to go back empty-handed, like a small fire burning in your heart. But that's not the end of it...... In fact, the flame seemed to burn more and more.

The structure of the Mage's Tower, in some places, has the same place, next to the gallery. It's the trading place of magic items, but the things here, although they are just the work of some middle and low-level mages, but the price strategy is in the same vein as in the gallery, and the high ones are maddening. The only good thing is that there is a wide variety of things, and there are a lot of things that fill twenty huge display cases...... Oh, and there's. They accept rental services for a maximum of about a month to use. 'Merely' is one-tenth of the selling price, and of course it doesn't include consumables.

I reviewed the value of the gold coins in my space bag. Sure that it was not worth even the smallest item, Edward sighed, forced himself to withdraw his gaze from the glittering 'concentrated gold coins', and slowly paced out of the room.

After a little thought, he did not look back, but continued to move on with confidence.

Wandering through the largest mage complex on the entire continent is like a beginner flipping through an obscure magic book, even if it is just one of them, it is easy to go astray without a guide who is familiar with the path. But the momentary loss didn't stop him from admiring the grandeur and wonder of the place, and Edward was in no hurry to ask for help from the few mages who passed by once in a while - it was a complete joke that a first-class cave bear was trapped in this unfancy corridor because he lost his way or forgot the route he had taken. And the psychic mancer's self-hypnosis doesn't just help in battle.

The Actual Spirit Crystal Servant had said that the Psychic Warlock could even memorize a few large sheets of parchment in an hourglass scale if he wanted to—so he preferred to take the opportunity to explore the map he could access.

Walk slowly through each corridor, stop in front of some open doors, cast a curious gaze at the silence or noise therein, but never step into those high thresholds, stop and go, try to get in at every intersection.

So gradually, the surprise in his heart rose again, pressing down those not gorgeous or heavy doors brought about by lack of funds to open unhindered in front of him, and the light film water waves covered at the entrances of several passages generally bypassed his body, opening a deep passage in front of this uninvited guest. Although, the shining luster that sealed those passages became more and more intense and deep, but when the boy walked forward, there was always one of them to accommodate his actions, good like a wisp of wind.

So, forward, forward......

It was only when the light that occasionally spilled into some of the window lattices changed from the afterglow of the setting sun to the cold moonlight that Edward finally stopped.

It's not because of exhaustion - although the time may have entered the night, and a meal is still more than ten hours ago, but this kind of simple walking is not a burden on the body that has been boiled out after years of adventure.

What stopped me was the growing doubts in my heart.

The route in his memory had been cut and mined, but it had still become extremely complicated - he had now passed at least thirty corridors and several times the entrances. The passage in front of him also became dark unconsciously, and the bluestone corridors that were almost not inferior to those of the underground city were full of rows of delicate obsidian doors, but each door did not have any eye-catching signs, only fine fragments of fluorescence, outlining pieces of rune patterns. The faint green glow, beating like phosphorus fire, formed the deepest form. The breath of an unfathomable mystery.

In any case, this is not an ordinary area, and I was really able to get here only because I was a chief apprentice?

Reasonable questioning. It was like a basin of ice water dousing the flames of curiosity that were burning and made his heart tremble. Look around the deep corridor. It was a little scary. So rubbing his eyes, he turned around...... Tell yourself in your heart that the little adventure has come to an end.

But at this moment, a slight creak suddenly sounded!

Reflexively shrunk his body, but then, Edward couldn't help but smile bitterly......

It was the movement of a door beside him that made him close to the barrier. The faint glow that covered the lock spring dissipated as he approached...... The looming shield shattered, and the door creaked apart.

The inside of the door is a soft white color, and I don't know what kind of animal bones it is. Or more like ivory, with tiny silver runes pouring over the face, and when the door was fully opened, a small hall was revealed.

The chief apprentice shook his head and stepped through the door.

He didn't understand the meaning of the symbols on the door, but in the cave bear's cognition, the value of a place was dù. Usually proportional to the high and noble Cheng dù - the golden box is not used to stuff straw, but so intricate passages and fine decorations. What is hidden in it obviously cannot be something simple.

Since you have the right to enter it, you naturally can't miss it.

Different from the corridor, the four walls here are like mirrors, and the surface is flickering with all kinds of magic runes that do not know the purpose, faintly flickering, reflecting the light and shadow floating in the control zhì room, without the slightest feeling of oppression. The first thing that caught Edward's eye was a delicate table, followed by rows of neatly standing ebony shelves and parchment scrolls piled up into mounds, which, though dusty and untouched for a long time, were still enough for the apprentice to sigh in a low voice

A mage's room.

This realization made Edward's heart accelerate for a moment, although unsurprisingly, the things here still possessed those ubiquitous magical protections.

The only thing the apprentice could get close to was the front row, the shelves piled with scattered sheepskins, but he nodded anyway - after all, this was obviously not a gallery, and even these scattered things were obviously much more advanced than those in the gallery below. It was unfolded, and upon closer inspection, his affection rose a little higher—those sheepskins that didn't look too big were without exception a kind of magic scroll.

This is not a scroll used to cast spells, but the magic cast on the surface is extremely convenient - condense a little spiritual power, it will show the content of the line, the new appears, the old will disappear, so that this small sheepskin, carrying hundreds or even thousands of times the content of the appearance, the text is even matched with various patterns, the content is so rich...... In no way inferior to any of the so-called e-paper texts.

Of course, there are also fly in the ointment...... After skimming through it, Edward grinded his teeth - he couldn't read most of the characters.

In fact, this is not surprising, there are many regions in this world, the history is long, the natural language is diverse, especially the things that the mages are exposed to, and some do not belong to this world, so it is even more complicated, and he has not been systematically studied, so he naturally has no ability to read fluently.

But the solution doesn't seem to be difficult.

Scratching his head, he remembered that there was a spell in the arcane called Verbal Proficiency that could solve a similar puzzle - though it was a ring spell that he couldn't cast yet. However, the price of similar magic items is not too outrageous, oh, remember that there seems to be one in the trading floor just seen?

But the tooth-sore price...... Okay, or maybe check out the magic shop on Iron Street?

But what's the deal with this unbelievably high authority? What did you get wrong? Why don't you go to a mage and ask you? But what if you really got it because you got it wrong and got it back?

Thinking about the biggest trouble, Edward went back the way he came, but he was a little stunned when he walked out of the last passage with some dizziness - a small group of figures stood in the hallway, staring straight at him, their eyes green and staring at him.

"Something?"

Frowning, his gaze swept over the group of little ones who had lined up the corridor tightly, and then asked the tallest one standing at the front, with his head held high—a look of pride and deliberate indifference could not hide the childish ignorance that belonged directly to the little kid...... Well, it's innocent. But the identity as a leader is still obvious.

"I want to have a level playing field with you. ”

The indifferent boy spoke slowly, the eagerness in his eyes was like a burning flame, and his face was arrogant and resolute as if he was going to blow up the bunker to block the eyes: "If you want to win our respect with your own strength, then tomorrow, meet in the gladiatorial arena of the academy." ”

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