Chapter 22 Secondary Mana Field
A few days later.
The real world.
“It’s done!”
Karl opened his eyes with excitement on his face, waving his arms desperately to vent his excitement.
After a period of trying, with the help of the power of the divine realm, he successfully constructed a spell model of a secondary magic field in the sea of consciousness.
Different from meditation.
The construction of the spell model is very complicated, and it is impossible to think hard before casting a spell every time.
Once the construction is successful, it will be firmly formed and can be brought to the real world, and will not collapse just because it leaves the divine realm.
“I have mastered a zero-ring witchcraft before I even started meditation. I should be considered unprecedented, right?”
Karl murmured to himself, and then carefully activated the spell model in the sea of consciousness according to the records in the book.
Secondary magic field!
"Buzz..."
A silent tremor came from the sea of consciousness, and then an invisible force field penetrated the body and enveloped Mi Xu.
This is a special feeling.
For a moment, Karl was addicted to it, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
“To activate the secondary magic field, mental power will continue to be consumed. With my current mental power, I can last up to five to six minutes.”
“This is without being affected by external forces. "
"Defense..."
Karl held the quill in his hand, dipped it in ink, and left a record on the paper:
"It is difficult for ordinary people to break the force field with bare hands. If you hold a weapon, you can resist three times."
"This is obviously weaker than Miles."
"From this point of view, the same The witchcraft and the same spell model are cast by different people, but the power is not the same."
Myers can easily distort the attack of the knight's attendants by using a secondary magic field, and can even block Dai. Na used all her strength to unleash most of her sword skills.
It is far beyond what Karl can compare with now.
However, it is obvious that Miles has a limit to his witchcraft before the force field disappears and he is shot to death by a sleeve arrow.
“Releasing witchcraft will consume mental power, and you can feel obvious fatigue. It is speculated that it is caused by insufficient mental power.”
After constructing a zero-ring witchcraft in the sea of consciousness, in addition to Excitement, excitement, and a lot of doubts.
Now Karl can’t wait to go to the manor outside the city to ask for follow-up knowledge.
“No rush.”
Putting down his pen, he looked at the moon outside the window:
"Let's go to a different world first."
The safety day of January 1st in Black City is coming soon, and the opportunity cannot be missed.
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"Creak..."
Pushing open the door and stretching his muscles facing the gloomy street, Karl let out a long breath.
The so-called talented people are bold.
He is completely different now than before.
Not only did he practice the Poison Wolf Breathing Technique and became a knight's attendant, he even learned a zero-ring witchcraft.
The strength has skyrocketed.
Even the depression brought by this gloomy and gloomy black city has been weakened a lot.
Laka Bazaar.
Wearing a black cloak, Karl stood at the entrance of the market street and looked at the shelf made of wooden piles in front of him.
There were several corpses hanging from the wooden frames.
The corpse had been brutally tortured before death, and the slow bruises and bruises on the body were particularly eye-catching.
The cold wind blew, and the smell of corpses hit my nose.
The prisoners hanging here are all the prisoners who have violated the taboos of the Black City. The most common ones are those who want to escape from the city.
“Cologne…”
Karl lowered his head and whispered with emotion:
“I’m just saying, don’t always think about leaving the Black City. How about staying here and doing business safely?”
“I’ve done it now. This fate.”
Colon is dead.
It was the person who sold him the Poison Wolf Breathing Technique. The last time he came here, he said there was a way to escape from the Black City.
Now he is hung on a wooden frame for public display.
With protruding eyes and a ferocious face, his escape plan seemed to have failed after all.
“Alas!”
Sighing, Carl walked into the market.
"Rat meat, fresh rat meat without decay, one or two half black stones!" "The best Kallia sword, sharp and light, is the best choice for killing half-dead creatures... …”
"Clean water! Filtered clean water does not contain any impurities. You can buy eight liters of it with just one black stone..."
The vendors' shouts were as usual, not because of the wood. The body was hung on the rack.
“The price has increased.”
“Both meat and water have improved to a certain extent. It should be more difficult to obtain food in winter.”
Karl stopped and walked along the way, inquiring about the market, and stopped at stalls he was interested in from time to time.
“What is this?”
He picked up a yellow lump that looked like soil and asked curiously.
“Clay.” The stall owner explained:
“It contains mucus secreted by underground worms, which is edible. One black stone can be exchanged for ten pieces.”
"Food?" Karl frowned.
These are obviously clods of soil that can be seen everywhere.
"Of course." Seeing that he didn't believe it, the stall owner dodged the clay, put it to his mouth, licked it, and handed it back:
"Although it has an earthy smell, it can be swallowed. If you taste it carefully, you can still taste the sweetness. The clay here is of high quality and contains a lot of mucus.”
“If you don’t have enough mucus, your stomach will be blocked if you eat too much. There are many people. Just eat dirt and die.”
Looking at the handed clod of soil, which still had obvious traces of saliva on it, Karl repeatedly waved his hand and refused.
Eating dirt?
Are the following days already so difficult?
Thinking about it, he pointed at a pile of powder next to him:
“What is this?”
"Soul powder." The stall owner put away the clay and explained casually:
"When you kill a half-dead creature, there will be these things next to the corpse. After eating it, you will be energetic and slightly increase your strength. It is said that it is a certain A must-have for some secret medicine.”
“Two pieces of black stone.”
“Oh!” Karl touched his chin:
“The marinated meat. Do you want a strip? ”
"Yes!"
The stall owner's eyes lit up:
"I definitely want it. If the quality of the meat sticks is good enough, I can give you a cheaper price."
After a while.
Karl carried a package and continued to wander in the market.
"Uncle?"
A timid voice sounded:
"Is that you? Uncle."
Hearing the sound, Karl turned his head and saw a young man in ragged clothes standing there. Not far away, looking intently.
“It’s you.”
Karl thought for a while and remembered the other party's name:
"Aya?"
Since Cologne is preparing to leave the Black City, the stall will be transferred out in advance, and it is Aya who will take over his stall. elegant.
This girl who looks like a boy is actually a girl.
“It’s really you, Uncle Karl.” Aya looked excited:
"I haven't seen you for a long time since you left last time. If uncle wants to buy something, I will give you the cheapest price if I have it."
The other party was so enthusiastic, which actually made Karl a little embarrassed. He had no intention of going to Aya's stall in the first place.
“Okay!”
Sighing, he came to the stall and flipped through it.
“You don’t have what I want here.”
"What do you want, uncle?" Aya's eyes darkened, and then she cheered up:
"I'll prepare it for you next time I come over."
"What do I want..." Karl shook his head slightly:
"There is nothing specific I want."
"It... doesn't matter." Aya forced a smile to cover up the disappointment in her heart:
"I will prepare more and better things. Next time uncle comes to the market, you can come and take a look."
"I'm not sure when I will come next time." Karl stood up:
< br>“Let’s talk again!”
“Okay.”
Aya nodded with difficulty:
"Uncle, please walk slowly. You are welcome to come here at any time."
Karl did not respond.
Setting up a stall in the market also requires payment of black stones. Aya's business is so bad, there is no doubt whether he will be there next time.
Absence is more likely.
A little girl, no need to care.
(End of this chapter)