Twenty Sided Dice

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cpa300_4(); The magic structure is exquisite, complicated, and one link is linked, and there is no room for mistakes. It is not an easy thing to master this craft. Every small part, every line of the magic circle and every grain of alchemy material powder needs to be carefully calculated.

Magical constructs that don't work are nothing, it's the ones that work with malfunctions that are dangerous. Crazy golems, exploding djinn attacking their masters are deadlier than other failed constructs.

Equivalent to the danger, it is an excellent profit. Well-made golems are helpers that wizards can rely on, they don't tire, don't complain, and are forever loyal. They will block the enemy according to the order of the mages, and use their bodies to make up for the shortcomings of the mages in melee combat, until death.

A good golem can be turned into a good fighter and a fearsome monster, but only the best wizards understand that following the instructions to create constructs doesn't yield the best results.

Achieving the best results requires incorporating art over rigor. The elves have long seen this, so they call their organization of mages the Academy of Arts. It is possible to make the best constructed creatures if you can integrate your own thoughts and feelings, and reflect them in the magic circle with a sense of beauty, so as to achieve a harmonious effect. And this requires people who are talented in magic and have the courage to experiment, and constantly accumulate knowledge and technology to do it.

Siegel's mind is full of various ideas, and at the same time there are countless possibilities in front of him, each of which is very exciting, making it difficult to choose. He knew that he had to learn how to do subtraction at this time, and he had to find the direction of concentration. He had read the records, and many wizards had been in similar situations, some of them trying to be perfect. But even gods can't be perfect, let alone mortals? Some people face just one failed experiment, while a small number of people have their self-confidence destroyed and can't recover for a long time.

Ability, comprehension, and self-control are all three inseparable, and must be balanced. Siegel worked patiently in the lab, making plans, piece by piece. Ten days have passed. The light blue body of the lamp **** is slowly taking shape, and the core of the magic tool in the shape of the oil lamp is finally nearing completion. Now it is time to make a choice.

"Do you want to apply the technology of Myr's nuclear energy to the lamp god?" Siegel temporarily put down the things in his hand and left the test bench. Come to the resting bench. The Servant Golem poured him some tea at the right moment, and brought a long oak pipe. Mage apprentices would not be so considerate, let alone serve in the laboratory forever.

Myr's core can make the lamp god's spellcasting ability become extremely strong, like an inexhaustible spell wand, allowing it to better destroy the enemy or protect itself. But Siegel wasn't sure how the abbreviated version of Myr would affect the Djinn. Excessive elemental levels may directly turn the Djinn into a monster.

This has also happened in the past, where the power of magic is too strong, causing the structure of the spell to replace the structure of the material, thus allowing the magic to "live". In fact, Siegel had seen this scene with his own eyes, when the Ghost Mist Swamp Elf launched the elemental tide. Activated spells and elemental forces took over McGonagall's body, causing him to lose his consciousness and become a beast-like monster. It would be a disaster in the history of magic if Myr nuclei turned into living spell monsters.

"It's better to walk slowly. It's better to experiment with other things." Siegel ate a few snacks and rushed down with the help of Jing Shen tea. Then rubbed his cheeks and went back to work.

He was very familiar with this feeling, and in the past he would often involuntarily immerse himself in it, forgetting the passage of time outside. It was the same now, but he asked the minion golem to remind him to rest at regular intervals, especially not to waste time with Isaac.

Now that Siegel has made up his mind, the progress has accelerated. When the Servant Golem greeted him again, the Djinn had finished making the body, and only the final assembly was left.

The minion golem can't speak, it sticks out four fingers. Standing in front of Siegel. "Today is number four?" Siegel scratched his head and let out a long breath. On the 4th of every month, he needs to deal with the affairs of the territory in the council hall, meet the elders of various villages and towns, and judge disputes in the territory. The identity of the mage made him reclusive. But as a lord he needs to appear often in front of the people. So Janet made a suggestion that the residents of Heim Land should be allowed to watch when the dispute was judged, so that they could have a chance to contact and get to know Lord Siegel.

He needs to be neatly dressed, with the brightest armor and a long cape. He needed to carry the long sword by his side, while hanging the earl's sash diagonally across his chest. He needs to wear a huge ruby ​​ring with the markings of a nine-clawed black squid. He also had to wear the crown that symbolized the division, he needed to be accompanied by four fully armed silent knights as escorts, and he needed to let Heim lead all the people to visit him.

The first time he did it, he was still nervous, but after getting used to it, it was fine. The lord's adjudication of the law is the highest manifestation of his power, but he is not required to make judgments on the spot. Siegel quickly got the hang of it, which allowed Mana to do some things. She is both the acting lord and one of Siegel's most trusted people, and her ability has gradually been tempered enough to deal with these things.

However, what happened today was a little unusual. He saw two people dressed as farmers together carrying a dead man on a stretcher to the council chamber. They were very silent, unable to see the expression on their faces because their heads were lowered. Their steps were slow and coordinated, walking barefoot on the ground without making any sound.

Manna sat right next to Siegel, sharing a table, but the chair was slightly lower than the lord's. She also noticed that the situation was different, and winked at the guard next to her. Immediately, soldiers armed with short spears and shields stood in front of the civilians and looked at the two men carrying the stretcher with vigilant eyes.

"Lord Count, we are not assassins, please don't drive us out. We are adventurers who lead a life in Heim. Dressing like this is a last resort. We only ask to be able to speak about the unfortunate encounters that happened to our companions." The speaker lifted the blood-stained sackcloth and showed the corpse in front of Siegel.

The deceased had a sturdy body, but a scar ran from the chin to the navel. His entire body was cut open, his flesh rolled outward, and his internal organs were burnt to charcoal. If there is anything to describe this tragic picture, it is that he was blasted from the inside out by a fireball.

No wonder two people can easily lift the corpse. The onlookers let out a suppressed low cry, and some people started to sob in horror. "What a horrible wound," they said. Several villagers covered their children's eyes with their hands, but they could not leave because the door to the council hall was closed.

"My name is Ateli Bell, my father is Malthus Bell, the wheelsmith of Lintan City, Lord Lord, we were attacked in your domain, just south of the Ghost Mist Swamp, when we were looking for Grampus, by the way, investigate the rumors of kobolds nearby." The man said: "A mage from the Federation appeared and asked us to sell the gramus. We didn't want to waste several days of hard work, so we refused him. Then we carried the gramus. Donna was killed by the mage with a spell, and the body became like this. The mage disappeared in the air after getting the thing."

"What kind of spell he casts, can you describe it?"

"We only saw strong flashes."

Siegel knew of two spells that had a similar scarring effect, but neither had a strong flash. And the mages who attack the team in the wild will leave two alive? This is not common sense, unless the mage is not afraid of any subsequent pursuit.

"Who sent the flash, that mage or your companion? And how do you know it is a mage from the Federation?"

"The flash comes from the mage. He wears the mage robe of the federation, just like the mage robe of the federation I saw near Myr City."

"What do you want me to do to help you catch that mage?" Siegel put his chin on his hands, stared at them and said, "A mage who can inflict wounds like this must know how to disguise, so even if you provide his Appearance information doesn't make sense. And the Federation's mage robes are easy to imitate, which can't be used as evidence. And who are you expecting to investigate this case? Federation's mages? As the accused, they can't participate..."

Siegel paused. He probably understood who was behind this. If you want to find out about this matter and give a convincing account to the people of the territory, you must find a mage who is not a federation to investigate this matter. Unless Siegel goes personally, the only way to do it is to issue a bounty and let the adventurers do it for them.

In addition to the resident mages of the Federation, the New World also has some spellcasters. They traveled on adventures, and most of them were peripheral members of the Federation, but a small number were still surrounded by the Mages Association. This is a good opportunity to put the Mages Association in front of everyone, and use this corpse to announce its power in the New World - and by the way, wipe the shoes and dirt on the Association's face.

But it is more likely that some people hope that the federation and the association will have a conflict. UU reading www.uukanshu.com stabs a small thorn in Siegel's heart.

"They couldn't take part in this survey," Siegel finished, then said to the two men: "Grassulas are rare, but they don't cost much because they're so small. I'm having a hard time. Imagine a mage capable of teleporting and casting such nasty spells and robbing you of your graham. Can you explain it to me?"

"That's 20 catties of grass, worth more than 6,000 gold coins, and it took us more than a week to collect it." Atley said: "We saw a piece of gras from a distance in the previous mission. So I dared to take on this job. I just didn’t expect that it would still take a lot of time to find the missing parts.”

"Twenty pounds?" Siegel ordered to the attendant: "Go check it out, who issued the mission and asked for so much gram grass?"

The amount of twenty pounds caused Siegel's alarm. Grampus is the main ingredient of "Silver Transformation Potion", and its function is to allow the wizard to make silver through silver. However, it also has a feature that is easily overlooked, that is, it can prevent the invasion of demonic forces, including mind control and fear.

and plague. (To be continued.)