The two robe skeletons may have been powerful trainee mages during their lifetime, but after becoming undead, they just stood up again in gorgeous skeleton racks. Punk gave them two skeletons a secondary catapult technique, so the robe skeletons whose skulls and soul flames were shattered finally "rest in peace".

Punk dared not carry these "bone racks" in his hand, and he searched his body directly. You should know that no matter how "slack" these two piles of bones are now, the "Education Master" who used to be powerful. Who knows whether the items on their bodies will bless some magic to prevent being touched by the enemy? I don't know how many unlucky thieves who died of strange curses casually touched the mage's items and told people a truth "sincerely" - "Never underestimate a mage's defense methods." The mage spared no effort to protect his fragile body. Just like Punk, since he learned the "secondary mage armor", a spell with some panacea, the energy windbreaker has never left his body!

The "body search" that needs to be secure, casting spells is undoubtedly the best choice. Punk chanted a spell in a low voice, and a light purple light emitted on the head of the staff. The energetic hand with clear edges and corners was gradually condensed into shape. The low spell sounded as ethereal and happy as a lark singing. Apprentice-level spell-type spell--the hand of the secondary mage.

The punk commanded that the giant bear could stay for ten minutes to be warned by his side, and then controlled his big hand to grab the skeleton and the robe. The bone racks that lost the connection of soul energy scattered all over the ground. As the punk shook a few times in the air like shaking his clothes, pieces of bones fell out of the robe, and finally only one robe was left in the air and was blown slowly by the breeze.

Punk used the system to carefully analyze the robe and found that although there were obvious signs of enchantment and other magic on it, under the erosion of the undead aura, these magic effects have disappeared. After all, this is just a trial robe. Now there are only a few inscriptions that emit light magic waves prove that this thing used to be a magic item. As for now......... After dismantling it, it should be called magic residue......

But even the magic "residue" is still a magic residue of the intern level. If nothing unexpected happens, it is still okay to sell one or two hundred gold coins. These gold coins are really nothing for ordinary mages, and it is enough to buy a low-level knowledge in the organization. But what punk needs most now is such a "low-level knowledge"!

Afterwards, he pulled a lot of money in the bone pile, and Punk found another piece of boot residue, two pieces of belt residue, and three magic ring residues. All of these things lost their magic power without exception. Selling 700 gold coins was almost their only value.

To be honest, Punk actually had a little wish of treasure secrets or other treasures, but reality is always the biggest weapon to break fantasy. Not to mention treasures, he didn't even find anything that could be used!

"I have experienced various adventures and made various calculations, but why do others always find some secret treasures? No matter how bad they are, they are treasure maps. When it's his turn, he can only work part-time to collect the rags." Punk put the fragments of "rags" into a robbery that temporarily acted as a pocket, and told himself about his displeasure. In fact, he also knew that the two trainee mages would have some powerful equipment. Their only equipment could not withstand the attacks of formal mages. It was good to get these fragments of miscellaneous things, but Punk could not help but secretly complain in his heart: "Sure enough, online novels are all lies."

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After casually positioning a coordinate outside the undead woods, Punk embarked on the way home with the valuable "rags". Punk, who has prophetic spells, will not get lost even in the wasteland without any signs. He planned to sell these spoils to the mage union when he returned to Conora City, buy a house away from the downtown area with the money he got, and practice alchemy seriously. In the future, various alchemy creations will be his source of income. If he is accidentally involved in such a messy task, he will be involved in some unpredictable "big event". It is better to stay away with punk's current strength.

It is already 25 o'clock in the evening, and the three moons of Feiron were hung in the air again. The weather was clear and peaceful at this time. Countless stars could be clearly seen in the night sky without industrial waste gas pollution. Each star was a plane. The light emitted from these planes closer to Feiron passed through the star world without almost any dust, shining on the Feiron plane, forming a brilliant starry sky scene. Unlike the starry sky on the earth, the stars seen on the Feiron plane are

The colorful, especially the various blue and red lights emitted by the elemental plane... The starry sky embellished is as beautiful as the fairy tale world. Every star is moving fast or slow. Influenced by the gravity of the Feren plane, all the visible "stars" are moving around the Feren plane. On the ground, it looks like all the stars are rotating above their heads. In the deep and distant night background, the light of the stars is as bright and beautiful as the glass diamonds on the dress!

Punk looked at the magical night sky and was a little stunned for a moment. There was so much beauty, mystery, and wonderfulness in the deep universe. It was worth pursuing and witnessing it. The yearning for the unknown deeply attracted his whole heart. The cold moonlight shone Punk's face bright and white. The starlight reflected colorful light and shadow in his eyes. Punk only felt that the gorgeous night sky seemed to shine into his soul, and his heart seemed to merge with countless brilliant starlights...... In this way, Punk looked up at the starry sky deeply. The breeze blew the corners of the robe gently floating, and the whole wilderness seemed to become quiet and silent......

In the dark, Punk seemed to hear a drunken voice in his ears murmuring something. Slowly, he woke up in this mysterious state, feeling that he had amplified three times more soul perception, and felt that the power of the soul flowed in his limbs and bones, and a large amount of magic power became more solid in the depths of the soul. He looked at the world that became extremely clear in front of him, and was in the slender and white fingers gently touching the breeze. Punk knew that he had broken through!

The breakthrough suddenly seemed so natural. The jump in the soul level gave Punk a deeper understanding of magic and control. Now even low-level spells can get a considerable bonus after being used by him. The most important thing is that he finally has the qualification to learn intern level spells! Thinking of the armor on the priest who resisted dozens of strikes without breaking, the powerful defense was "a man was at the level of the barrier, extremely strong" in the attack of the storm. Thinking of the huge power of the Flying Flame Technique stored in his staff that burned everything, Punk couldn't help but smile, and his magical path can finally be further!

"However, I have to eat in one bite, and Ruth walked step by step. On the way back to Conora City, I must carefully learn the intern level spells to truly gain the combat power of the intern level mage. At that time, I will not feel scared when facing the old mage in the mage union." Punk, who had returned to his expressionless state, picked up the fallen "trash bag" from the ground and continued to walk towards Conora City in the night. The brilliance of the three moons intertwined made the night sky brighter.

"My path has just begun." Punk sighed calmly!
Chapter completed!