The Villain Master Only Wants To Live A Buddhist Life

Dak didn't hide it, in fact, he couldn't hide it either.

A person who can open a store on Traveler's Street cannot be a simple person.

Don't look at the kindness of this old man, but once he leaves Traveler's Street, he might be a ruthless character.

Duck pointed directly at the hook and asked, "Grandpa, this can't be the iron hook of fate in Legendary, right?"

The old man supported his long beard, and said with a smile: "It's rare that you can recognize it at such a young age. Yes, its original shape is indeed the iron hook of fate, um, the one that catches souls."

Dak wondered, "The original form?"

The old man nodded, picked up the rusty iron hook from the stand, and wiped off the dust on it.

Then he said: "The reason why Legendary is Legendary is because it is illusory and elusive. If someone really took the real thing, how could it be worthy of the word Legendary? This hook is just made by people, imitating Legendary. "

Dak nodded "ignorantly", and was a little curious: "Then grandpa, can it also hook souls?"

The old man glanced at him, and suddenly swung the hook forward: "Scare!"

Dak shrank his head subconsciously, but the hook swung past from above.

The old man laughed and said: "If you can't hook it, you can hook it away a little bit of distracting thoughts."

"Miscellaneous thoughts?"

Dake's mind moved, and he couldn't help listening attentively.

The old man: "Come on, let me perform for you...by the way, what's your name?"

Dak: "Dak, what about you?"

The old man nodded: "Just call me Old John."

After speaking, he walked into the dark shop.

Dak hesitated for a while, but still followed.

It was only when Old John got inside that he lit an oil lamp.

The light continued to spread, illuminating the entire storefront.

Old John took out a piece of frosted paper from the drawer, and shook it in front of Duck: "Golden paper."

Then he rubbed his golden fingers on the hook, and the old rust stains fell off with a splash.

When he stopped rolling, the "Hook of Destiny" had become brand new.

Duck was amazed.

"Looking good!"

Old John raised his eyebrows at Duck, then suddenly picked up the hook, and poked it into his head, a hook!

The first half of the hook turned into a phantom when it touched the skin.

And then there was a transparent bubble hooked out of his brain!

"Snapped!"

Old John poked it with his hand, and the bubble burst.

"No distracting thoughts, cool~"

He looked refreshed.

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Dak couldn't help asking: "Can it draw out the thinking matter in the brain?"

Old John nodded, and then threw the hook back on the stall: "It's an old thing, and the quality is not guaranteed. And you can't use it now. When you are in the fifth grade, if the hook is still there, I will sell it to you." you."

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Dak's lips twitched, and finally he exited the antique shop.

In fact, he also knows that any such high-level props that touch the brain require extremely strong abilities to control.

It's like he obviously has a magic brain dropper in his hand, but he only dares to use the safest "superficial method".

This imitation of the Iron Hook of Destiny is very similar to the Devil's Brain Dropper, except that the latter can only drop drop by drop, while the former can hook a large lump!

That's just too dangerous.

It's just a matter of wandering thoughts.

If you really want to hook something deep, I'm afraid that if you don't hook it, your whole brain will be hooked!

"Fifth grade?"

Dak couldn't help thinking.

"Do I still need it in fifth grade?"

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In the end, he added a few blank magic cards and experimental materials, and Dak left Traveler Street.

He still has thoughts about the iron hook of fate, but only a little.

When he walked into the castle, a drop of rain fell quietly.

It's raining.

"How lucky!"

Dak looked back at the rain clouds that were gradually accumulating in the night sky, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

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Two days on the weekend.

Duck was either in the common room or in the library.

Occasionally go to Traveler Street, mainly to collect flower cards.

But the number of new flower cards seems to be only a wave, and the distributors seem to have been emptied of their wealth.

He turned around again, and only got three more prostitutes.

But he was not discouraged.

Now that the flower cards have been distributed, it will be fine to ask students to collect them when the time comes.

It's just that this flower card always makes people feel unsafe, and it may become invalid at any time.

After all, borrowing foreign objects is not the right way.

Most of the time Dak spent in the library was researching theoretical knowledge related to thinking.

He found that his knowledge in this area was still too lacking. If he could study it more thoroughly, he might be able to use a more ingenious method to extract more major sins such as [Arrogance] within a month.

Instead of just waiting for the arrival of next month like now.

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Fast forward to the third week of November.

In the first class on Monday morning, Professor Sylph was still explaining the theoretical knowledge of the Sacrificial Summoning Technique. The students barely made it to the end of the get out of class, and all of them became active immediately.

Even Dak couldn't help showing a smile.

The next class is Professor Kazel's Theory of Magic. Under the guidance of Professor Kazel, they will start to make the second magic wizard card in their lives.

Of course, there are also people who have already made a second one like Dak.

Emma Metis was one of them. When she was in the library, she would occasionally summon her second magic elf.

It was a gold coin with wings, and its best skill was playing as a gold coin.

Nine fifty minutes.

Professor Kazel came to the classroom ten minutes early, but the classroom was already full of students.

He glanced at the enthusiastic students with satisfaction, and clapped his hands towards the door.

Then two humanoid muscle lumps walked in carrying a large box.

"Come three people and distribute the materials."

After taking back the magic elf, Professor Kazel spoke.

Emma, ​​always in the first row, stood up silently.

Two other girls also followed with a smile: "We are also here to help."

I don't know where to start, Emma's popularity has become not so bad.

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"I don't think everyone here has forgotten, right?"

Professor Kazel walked onto the podium after the bell rang, and he is still gentle today.

"In this class, we will practice the basic refining method together. Don't underestimate it just because of the word 'basic'. You must know that for a long time to come, it will be your key to making magic elves. The most commonly used method! Now open the textbook, and first review the specific steps of the basic refining method with me."

As soon as the words fell, there was a wailing sound from under the podium.

"Eh? Shouldn't we start making right away?"

"Professor~~~~~"

The little magisters seemed to have been poured cold water when the power of the wild broke out.

The atmosphere in the entire classroom took a turn for the worse.

But of course it is impossible for Professor Kazel to ignore them and continue the class!

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I brushed against the background for a few hours, then slept for an hour, had a meal, and updated late.

After 12 o'clock in the evening, count the owed changes, and we will work harder next month!

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