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Volume One Chapter 363 Magic Potion (Part 1)

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    Magicians are a profession whose characteristics determine their body shape, because they spend most of their time meditating or in dark laboratories, so this determines that it is absolutely impossible for them to have a strong body, and their bodies are even not as strong as those of ordinary people.  They are not as good as they can only be described as weak. But the middle-aged man in front of him is definitely a little too strong. This middle-aged man is definitely an elite figure even in the army. Needless to say, in this special magic guild  Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the old magician known as Alva blushed slightly, and an embarrassed but angry look appeared on his face. "Bichon, what is showing off? The magician's  Pride has always existed since ancient times." Alva retorted to the middle-aged man, "Bichon Frize is a very special name. Only then did Qingyin and Fatty wake up from their confusion and looked at the middle-aged man seriously.  This name really matches his body. "Proud? Bah, magicians have pride, but you don't necessarily think of a magician who has taken the exam four times and has not entered the magic elite training camp. There is nothing to be proud of." Bichon Frize  He spat on the ground, and then said narrowly: "Bichon's words undoubtedly touched Alva's pain. The old magician became angry for a moment: "I am not the only one in the Magic Guild who took the exam four times.  Aren¡¯t the old guys who have taken the test five times or six times still taking the exam again and again? "The fat man suddenly felt a little bit big-headed. The scheming attempt just now was completely disrupted by Bichon Frize. He looked at Alva and Bichon Frize.  Finally, the fat man shook his head, and then pulled Qingyin and walked inside. "Magicians are a group of monsters. This was the conclusion reached by a historian after studying countless data. Although this view has been denied, from a certain point of view  To a certain extent, one can definitely see from one side the characteristics and personalities of the magicians as a group, their weird tempers and weird behavior. These things are real. "Humph" Facing Alvana, it was like the rolling tide.  Angry, Bichon gave him a disdainful look, then looked at Fatty and Qingyin with a smile. "If you want to sign up today, I advise you to go back," Bichon said. "Why?" Fatty frowned slightly,  Asked Bichon "Look there" Bichon's right hand stretched out a thick and somewhat excessive finger, which pointed to the depths of the hall where a group of people wearing various clothes and ages gathered.  Strange magicians, they formed a circle, and there was something in the circle. The fat man looked there in confusion, and then looked at Bichon Frize. "Unfortunately, you met Gilmos with a flash of inspiration.  Usually Gilmers' state lasts for a day." Bichon said with a smile. The smart fat man understood Bichon's words in an instant. The Gilmers in Bichon's mouth should be the receptionist of the elite magician training camp. "  Is there no one to take care of it? "The fat man asked instinctively. In the army, the captain is responsible for the soldiers, and the captain is responsible for the higher-level personnel. Everyone has their own responsibilities. If any person  If something goes wrong in your work, your superiors will punish you. This is a rule in the military, and it is also a very simple rule. As long as there is a system, you will never escape from this rule. Bichon Frize  He shook his head, looked at the fat man sideways, and then said: "This is a free place. Compared with those rules, some things are more important." As Bichon spoke, he glanced back and forth in the hall, and the fat man's eyes followed.  Bichon's eyes moved, and then he realized that there were many unusual things in this hall. Although the hall of the Magician's Guild could not be said to be bright, it had some magic lighting facilities, so the hall was very bright, and even  Everything is faintly cast with a mysterious luster, and in this luster, you can see some weird text patterns everywhere. If you look carefully, those are like some formulas, and those patterns are like alchemical formations.  The different handwriting of the patterns showed that these words and patterns were not written by one person at all, and this also meant that many people had graffitied in this hall. The fat man completely understood what Bichon said. For magicians, wealth and power  These things are no longer important. They have invested most of their lives in magic. So it may just be an occasional flash of inspiration. That is the most important thing to them. Maybe it is a formula for magic spells, maybe it is an alchemy.  The patterns of the magic circle are enough for them to immediately devote themselves to work. Any place is their working place  Maybe this is not obvious outside, but in a special place like the Magic Guild, this point is infinitely expanded, so Bichon Frize would say that this is a free place. Looking at the circle blankly, the fat man began  I got a headache. If I follow what Bichon said, then this trip was completely in vain. "Hey, hey, aren't you leaving yet? Do you want to have lunch here?" Alvana's nagging voice never stopped.  "Ignore him, this old bastard is just an old antique who yells about the dignity of a magician all day long." Bichon glanced sideways at Alva and said, "The fat man didn't intend to pay attention to Alva, but he was interested in Bichon."  Because from Bichon Frize's actions, he saw something that was incompatible with the Magic Guild. And this was not just about its size, but also because of its shape and behavior. Of course, what was important was its attitude towards things in the circle not far away. So  Many magicians gathered around Gilmos, whether they were registered or members of the guild, they all seemed to be frozen there. What was Gilmos' inspiration?  It can actually attract so many magicians to quietly gather around him. Why can't the thing that attracts magicians attract the middle-aged man in front of him?  Alva threw up his sleeves angrily and walked away, but from beginning to end he never said a disdainful word to the bear or made any hostile move. From this, the fat man saw something about the human race.  Among them, no matter what occupation or status, as long as a conflict arises, the fastest way to solve it is to fight. This is determined by the history of human development for thousands of years. If one party does not show contempt for the other party,  If you show any hostility, there are only two explanations. The first one is that you are much stronger than the other party. A person will never have any first impression of a clamoring ant, and the other one is that he is weaker than the other party, thus  Dare not show this kind of hostility. And this also explains from one side that Bichon is at least much more powerful than Alva. A figure who makes even the great magician bow his head, then his level must be at least as good as the magician.  At the level of a wizard, "He is actually a magician?" The fat man's eyes moved up and down, carefully looking at this strange person in front of him. "If you are interested in that place, then go and have a look."  Gilmers is currently studying the magic circle of a very special potion." Bichon breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the circle boredly, and then turned to a counter in the hall. There, there was a very beautiful female magician.  The apprentice seemed to have just finished the work at hand, but then the Bichon Frize's eyes lit up, making Fatty immediately think of the male animal in heat. "" After a pause, Fatty and Qingyin walked towards the circle. Although  Qingyin didn't deliberately look at that circle, but it was obvious that the things in the circle were undoubtedly more or less attractive to her. Profession determines the group of magicians, no matter what kind of personality or identity they are.  They have an instinctive preference for things like magic. Of course, the degree of preference determines whether they are still normal humans. If it weren't for those bright clothes and those eyes with shining curious pupils, they would probably  Anyone who doesn't look carefully will regard these magicians gathered in a circle as solidified sculptures. The magicians outside stretched their necks and looked inside. No matter how time goes by, they can't see that they have become sour.  The painful neck was retracted, and the magician inside, Fatty, could only see a little bit of his face through the gaps, and on these faces, all Fatty could see was excitement. With great difficulty, Fatty and Qingyin finally squeezed through the gaps in the crowd.  , came to this table that exuded an ancient atmosphere. When I saw pieces of white paper being quickly filled with words, I suddenly heard a "hiss" sound being torn off, and then being wrinkled by a pair of hands.  When Baba's hands were balled up, the fat man's face became a little ugly. "Is this the so-called flash of inspiration?"  For Fatty, this was an extremely boring thing. Fatty didn't look at the formulas and pictures written on the white paper at all. The magician's stuff was too boring, and the unformed theories had no effect on Fatty.  Of course, if someone tells the fat man that what is in front of him is a special and very useful magic potion formula, then the fat man will probably try his best to remember these things. Qingyin is better, watching the quill fall carefully.  But as those trajectories became more and more numerous, Qingyin's face suddenly showed a kind ofWith an expression of disbelief, "Master" A very nice but deliberately soft voice came into Fatty's ears. At the same time, Fatty also felt that the corner of his clothes was being pulled. Fatty turned his head and looked at Qingyin, only to  Seeing Qingyin pointing at the white papers with her right index finger, she shook her head with a wry smile. At this time, the fat man looked at the handwriting carefully. When Gilmers, who lowered his head after reading, finished drawing another piece of white paper, the fat man's  His eyebrows suddenly twisted up. The formulas and patterns on the white paper gave him a very familiar feeling, and this feeling was deeply imprinted in his mind. Of course, the difference is not small, but from the end  Basically, looking at the most essential things, what Gilmers wrote is close to the effect of a magic potion mastered by Fatty. Fatty's mood is a bit complicated, because this magic potion embodies exactly what he refined.  The effect of Shennong's nectar. Of course, the medicinal materials contained in the magic circle and formula written by Gilmers and the final magic potion refined are definitely not as effective as Shennong's nectar, but from a certain level, this magic potion has already  It can reach the level of "the blessing of the God of Light." A magic potion that can enhance a person's rank is a fatal temptation to the public no matter where it is placed. Of course, what Gilmos is writing now is only a semi-finished product.  It will take at least several years to perfect and produce effects after undergoing experiments, trials, and finally taking shape, but it is already an amazing achievement. Only then did Fatty discover the power of the Magic Guild. This power does not only mean  It refers to its background, but to its talents. One Gilmers can research a potion with the same magical effect as the Blessing of the God of Light. So how many Gilmers are there in the entire Magic Guild?  The fat man's eyes rolled around, and he was calculating something quickly in his mind. The fat man was considering whether to announce this potion in advance. Of course, if the fat man wanted to announce it, he would not use a potion like Shennong's nectar.  Instead, he will use a less effective magic potion formula similar to Angel's Blessing. After mastering the high-level magic potions and then looking at the low-level potions, he can naturally easily find out the pattern of the magic circle and the choice of potion.  So I am thinking about it now, completely out of consideration for Qingyin's future situation in the Magic Guild. If he can help Gilmos complete this magic potion now, then I believe that Qingyin will definitely receive a good courtesy in the Magic Guild in the future, and even not  It is not impossible to directly enter the magic elite training camp after passing the exam. This is the benefit announced by Fatty, but there are also disadvantages. If the research on this magic potion is successful, then the price of Shennong's nectar will definitely be affected. Although Shennong's  The cost of manna is low and the effect is good, but the emergence of similar products means that Fatty cannot monopolize this market. After a fierce ideological struggle, Fatty's eyes suddenly widened, and then he stepped to the side of the table, using his skills  He snatched the quill from Gilmers' hand and threw it aside. Because he was engrossed in the study of the potion, Gilmers didn't even have time to react, and the writing instrument had already disappeared. What's more, because of his excitement,  , the quill that was firmly held was pulled away, and the angular feathers even opened his tiger's mouth with several straight blood marks. The fat man's move was too sudden, and it was so sudden that no one had time.  Reaction, but everyone focused their attention on the fat man at the same time. The reaction in the eyes was filled with anger, a kind of anger like the eruption of magma. Gilmos looked at his right hand blankly, and then looked at that  The white paper with a long mark on it suddenly stood up and roared at the fat man. The gray-haired old man roared at the fat man like an angry lion. "Do you know what you did? You  "Interrupted the production of a magic potion, which represents the progress of magic history." If Gilmers had a long sword in his hand, it would have pierced the fat man's body at the first time.  Sitting on a table, this old man who was not strong would probably grab the fat man's collar tightly, and then pour all his saliva on the fat man's face. Even Qingyin did not expect that the fat man would do such an amazing move, but  At this time, she had vaguely guessed the fat man's thoughts, and just shook her head and smiled bitterly. "The fat man was very quiet. Facing the roaring old man in front of him, he was like a boat drifting in the wind. No matter how fierce you roared, it would not be the same.  I have nothing to do. Gilmers represents everyone. Although the magicians gathered did not speak, they had a pair of eyes.Staring at the fat man is like staring at the enemy who killed his father. If it is said that sharp arrows can be shot from the pupils, then the fat man now has probably been pierced by thousands of arrows. "Old man, I came to sign up, but you are looking after yourself.  Isn¡¯t this reasonable?¡± When Gilmos stopped roaring and began to breathe, the fat man said the first sentence shamelessly while holding the word ¡°Li¡± firmly. ¡°Listening to the fat man¡¯s words,  Gilmers's eyes turned red. Although the fat man was right, in fact, everyone in the Magic Guild didn't care about these. And compared with late registration, those formulas and magic diagrams are undoubtedly much more important than  Xiong said, this is a free place. No one cares about the rules. What they focus on is the final result. In fact, except for a few members of the Magic Guild itself, most of the magicians gathered in this group are  Personnel who came to take the Magic Elite Training Camp exam "Sign up?Huh" The fat man's words gave Gilmos a point to pour over. After snorting again, the old man said directly: "I'm sorry, the Magic Guild doesn't need an opponent.  People who don¡¯t respect magic, so please leave the Magic Guild.¡± Gilmers¡¯ words were very tactful, but he directly beat the fat man to death with a stick. The fat man did not defend anything. Since the old man is angry now, even if he said to sign up  The protagonist is not him, but someone else, who will also be rejected by the old man for other reasons. He just looked at the old man with a smile. He is waiting, waiting for the old man to calm down a little. Yes, as long as he calms down a little, then he will have  He was confident enough that the old man begged him to sign up. "Aren't you leaving yet? It's really hard to imagine what kind of person trained a magician like you." "Go quickly. Fortunately, this is a magic guild. Otherwise, you will probably be kicked out by everyone."  Blast to death with all kinds of magic"
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