One-star, this is a special term for alchemy, which means that alchemical products have some temporary magical effect.
Take the magic dagger in Moriarty's hand as an example. "One-star sharpness" means that in any battle lasting no more than a quarter of an hour, this dagger can pierce or cut through most skin if used correctly.
Shields or armors made of iron. Of course, when faced with steel armor or other armor with special magical defense effects, "sharp" is somewhat inadequate, because it is a higher-end "armor breaking" or "piercing"
"The stage of effect."
"This should be the standard weapon for low-level soldiers in the city defense army. I have seen similar daggers in the military camp in Lille." Moriarty said to Heyna as he returned the blade to the specially made scabbard.
"No wonder Mr. Lear came to the Mage Tower once in the afternoon, but left quickly after seeing dad." Heyana thought for a while and said.
"I see." Moriarty nodded, put down the dagger, and then opened the long box.
"These are..." Looking at the items in the box, Haierna let out a slight surprise.
I saw six potions of different colors placed side by side in the black box, namely: brute force potion, healing potion, antidote, endurance supplement, and two "Blue Beauties".
"A standard set of adventurer potions, mage type." Moriarty glanced back and forth at the six potions and nodded secretly.
"What are the last two scrolls?" At this time, Haierna pointed to the spell scrolls left on the table.
"It's a scroll of hydrotherapy." Moriarty knew directly without even picking it up: "If my guess is correct, it should have been copied by my uncle himself."
"Dad made it?" Haierna couldn't help but hold a scroll in her hand, and immediately felt an unusually comfortable coolness in her palm.
"The first-level spell scroll copied by the mid-level mage can barely be regarded as a low-level magic item, although its effect must be much better than that of the healing potion." Moriarty looked at the black-haired girl and smiled.
: "Including wands, daggers, etc., uncle has really helped me a lot."
"Well, we are all a family, and your test mission is so dangerous. Of course, dad will try his best to assist you." As if she thought of something, Haiyana's face suddenly turned red and she bowed her head slightly.
"Don't worry, I will successfully complete the mission and come back safely." Looking at the girl's soft cheeks as red as apples, Moriarty couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed her gently.
"Yes." Heyana half-closed her eyes and shyly put it to her lips, her breathing quickening.
After a small but extremely sweet moment of tenderness, the girl reluctantly left the workroom. Moriarty stayed alone and continued to complete the many preparations that followed.
Two days later, in the early morning, during Heyena's farewell, Moriarty got into a specially arranged carriage, left Hockenheim, and officially embarked on the "seven-day mission trip."
On the mage tower, Schmidt stood silently in front of the large French window, watching Moriarty's carriage go farther and farther until it disappeared on the road in the distance.
"Schmidt, are you worried about your nephew?" Beside him, Depra asked with a smile.
"Master Provost, to be honest, I don't fully agree with the decision made by the Dean this time. Even if Moriarty is indeed talented and far more powerful than an ordinary mage apprentice, facing three Gog Demons at the same time, even a second-level
It is also difficult for a mage to win." No longer hiding his views and opinions, Schmidt questioned bluntly.
"But, after all, this is Moriarty's own choice, isn't it?" Faced with Schmidt's annoyance, Depra did not take it as dissatisfaction and continued to smile.
"That's because the rewards from the ruins of the Elf Empire are too attractive. Especially young mages like Moriarty, sometimes can't control their emotions and ambitions at all." After hearing Depra's words, Schmidt seemed even more excited.
Angry.
"Then, why don't you stop him? You are Moriarty's uncle, so you should be able to suppress his ambition." Depra said still tepidly.
"No, I can't stop or suppress anything. Because I must respect the legitimate rights of an alchemist. And Moriarty has the right to decide his own path, and no one can interfere at this point." Schmidt withdrew his gaze.
, turned around and looked at Depra.
"There's another thing you didn't say, because you had a premonition that Moriarty would succeed in the end. Am I right, Schmidt?" After looking at the angry Master Tower Master for a while, Depra suddenly said
, there is a certain light of clarity in his eyes.
"Uh... yes." It seemed that he had not hidden it from the eyes of the high-level mage after all. Schmidt was a little embarrassed, but he still admitted it generously: "Indeed, I have such a premonition. Although I don't
I don’t know where the source of this inexplicable feeling comes from.”
"Haha, my friend, relax. Although we are mages, we are the most rational professionals. But sometimes, maybe following your own intuition can achieve greater gains." Depra stepped forward and patted her.
The opponent's shoulders.
In front of the high-level mage with snow-white hair and beard, Schmidt was just an out-and-out underachiever.
"You know, Sir Figaro has not expressed such concern for any mage apprentice for many years, and even took out a rare treasure as a task reward. I think, Sir, he must have noticed something that you and I have not discovered.
Something. And this may be the source of your hunch." Depra continued.
"I hope, I hope Moriarty can control his desires and greed, and find a precise balance between his lofty goals and his own strength." Although he did not admit it verbally, Schmidt has actually been raped by Germany.
Pula was convinced.
"Let's wait and see together. Any real mage comes here like this, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is indeed true, Mr. Provost." Schmidt nodded, turned around again and looked at the sky to the south outside the tower, which is the direction where the Gog Demon is.
Sitting alone in the carriage, Moriarty certainly had no way of knowing the conversation between the two mages in the wizard's tower.
Because throughout the entire mission, Moriarty will be monitored by a high-precision magic sandbox from Hockenheim College, so he must always pay attention to his behavior to avoid exposing his secrets.
For the above reasons, magic equipment such as wands, magic daggers, alchemy potions, and hydrotherapy scrolls that could have been stored directly in the crystal book had to be carried around. Fortunately, Moriarty currently has the strength of a first-level warrior.
So such a heavy load will not cause trouble to it.
He closed his eyes slightly and leaned against Moriarty who was sitting in the carriage, constantly adjusting his state of mind.
In the past twenty-four hours, Moriarty not only replenished the wand with seven first-level spells (the second-level spell slots were replaced by two first-level spells); he also spent a lot of energy preparing for this mission.
Some special alchemy products have been prepared. So if there is any time to rest now, Moriarty will not let it go easily.
According to the tips given by Hockenheim, the three Gog Demons have currently fled to the vicinity of Rainbow Ranch, one hundred and fifty kilometers south of Azurite City. The carriage sent by the academy will directly take Moriarty to the ranch closest to
Remi Village. As for how to find the Gog Demon and kill it next, it is entirely up to Moriarty himself.
After a long journey of nearly six hours, Moriarty arrived at Remy Village in the afternoon. He must have received advance notice from the college, so as soon as the carriage arrived in the village, Moriarty immediately received a message from the village.
A warm welcome from Chief Henriette and other villagers.
However, Moriarty had no intention of spending time on unnecessary entertainment. After politely declining the village chief's banquet invitation, Moriarty directly summoned the village chief and several other villagers at the village inn.
Representatives of the Chinese herdsmen began to understand the situation.
"You mean you saw the Gog Demon near the Rainbow River to the west two days ago?" Fortunately, a young herdsman named Thomason claimed to have seen the suspected target not long ago, and Moriarty immediately detailed
asked.
"Mr. Master, I...I don't know what the terrible thing...that I saw that day was. I...I..." Thomason seemed a little nervous because of Moriarty's gaze, and he couldn't help but stutter when he spoke.
"Thomason, answer Master Mage's question well." Village Chief Henryt immediately shouted, looking very dissatisfied.
"Yes...yes..." Unfortunately, the village chief's urging made Thomason even more confused.
"Let's take our time, Thomason." When encountering such a scene, Moriarty knew that it was useless to be impatient, so he summoned the owner of the hotel to serve a large glass of light ale to each of the village chief and several herdsmen.
"Let's have a drink first, and then we can chat slowly." First, he raised the big wooden cup in his hand and said to several villagers in Remi Village.
"Thank you, Master Mage!" Being able to drink the ale served by the Master was a once-in-a-lifetime honor for the herdsmen. Everyone, including the village chief, drank the entire glass of wine in one gulp, and then burped with great excitement.
I wonder if the ale really has the effect of soothing and calming the mind. After drinking the wine, Thomason's speech became much sharper immediately.
"Three days ago, a big-horned sheep was lost in the herd, so I hurriedly searched everywhere. Following the sheep's hoof prints, I chased it all the way to the Rainbow River. That's where I saw three monsters." Thomason recalled.
road.
"What does the monster look like?" Moriarty asked.
"Because I was afraid, I didn't dare to get closer. I just looked at it from a distance, so I didn't see it very clearly." Thomason said hesitantly.
"It doesn't matter, just say whatever you know."
"Those monsters look like humans at first, and they also walk on two legs. However, they are all short, about the same height as half-grown children. They have no hair, no clothes, and a long tail trailing behind them..." Thomason said.
While doing so, he was still trying hard to make movements, simulating the scene he saw at that time.
"It seems that's right." After listening to the witness's description, Moriarty nodded.
There is no doubt that the target has been locked.
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