Half-elf Notebook

Chapter 39 Promotion

The warm orange-yellow flames of the fireplace gradually faded, and their lunch came to an end.

Rick picked up the dishes that needed to be washed and went into the kitchen.

Ina picked up the silver bracelet and put it on. She could feel the coolness of the metal on her wrist.

The bracelet is a rare one that uses a folding and snapping closure.

A delicate mechanical structure rarely used in jewelry.

She picked up a shoulder bag and put the emerald liquid potion in it.

It's easy to break if you carry it upstairs.

She didn't need to test the bracelet.

Ina is a formal magician, just like a skilled blacksmith, she has dozens or hundreds of pieces of work.

Even if you cannot create a magical weapon, it is relatively easy to confirm the type of weapon by looking at a blueprint and listening to a description of its purpose.

It's a matter of spiritual perception.

Carrying her bag and a glass bottle full of water, she walked slowly back to her room along the stairs.

It was the warmest time of the day in the afternoon, and under the shining sun, the temperature in the room seemed to rise.

The temperature felt roughly around ten degrees. Ina, wearing a brown coat, placed ten bottles of potions on the table and pulled out a chair in the bright sunshine.

Before starting her second meditation of the day, she planned to understand the magic in the "White Night" bracelet.

"White Night" was the name she had just thought of for the bracelet.

She was very interested in this.

For every magician, a ready-made magic display that is higher than his own level is always invaluable.

Otherwise, a copy of the fourth-level magic book that records less than thirty kinds of magic and is all displayed at once would not be sold for nearly 1500 gold coins.

Mental power seeps into the bracelet, stimulating the operation of its magic.

The light blue light gradually changes and flows on the engraved inscriptions, highlighting a strange metallic beauty that is different from the complex mechanical structure.

In Ina's spiritual perception, in a boundless space there was engraved a magic circle as detailed as the design drawings of the auditorium clock in the books of the M.A.C.S. Academy.

It is moving slowly and orderly.

Just infuse it with magic power and it can deploy a shield in an instant.

And in her mind, she almost simultaneously grasped the scale and appearance of the magic.

A translucent grey-white shield with a relief of a double-headed eagle.

The maximum unfolded height can reach three meters and the width can reach two meters.

With the magic power driven by an equally high-level magician, this shield is estimated to be able to block more than five city defense cannons, or a direct attack from a magic crystal cannon!

Unexpectedly powerful magic!

As described in the books, this magician's spell could potentially influence the outcome of a small battle by one person... Ina commented longingly.

At the same time, this also strengthened Ina's idea of ​​improving herself as soon as possible.

Rick's strength is probably above this. If she wants to truly participate in a head-on confrontation instead of becoming a burden, she must at least become a high-level magician.

She exited her perception and sat back on the bed with a bottle of potion.

Without further ado, let’s get started.

"Bang" she pulled out the cork, and the gas escaped with a crisp sound.

A leisurely and ethereal fragrance seeped into her nostrils, lifting her spirits.

The transparent green liquid is different from brewed tea, it is more like milk with water added.

A thin layer of liquid can be seen remaining on the bottle wall.

Ina frowned, but without hesitation, she lifted the bottle and tilted her head back.

He finished the potion in one gulp.

It's slightly sweet, not unpalatable, and has a hint of celery.

He could feel the cold liquid sliding down his throat into his stomach, and then blending into his body bit by bit.

Ina didn't have time to sit in meditation to adjust herself and calm her body and mind, and directly entered the state of magical perception during meditation.

In front of her eyes, in the human body constructed by magic lines, the bottle of liquid was like a mass of magic, a beating heart, constantly oozing magic.

Even if it is left there, it can be absorbed naturally by the body... What a luxury... Ina muttered as she observed everything that happened in her body:

This is at least a hundred gold coins per bottle! She estimated that if a whole bottle of potion could be completely digested, it would be enough for a magic apprentice to be promoted to a formal magician.

Its value is in no way inferior to any fifth-level magic demonstration recorded in the magic book copy!

Ina, who had become a wealthy woman for once, was not so foolish as to wait for it to digest itself.

In that case, most of the magic power will be dissipated and wasted.

The ability of a low-level magician to absorb magic power is far inferior to the ability of his own digestive system to absorb nutrients from food.

For a high-ranking formal magician like Ina, it's still acceptable and she can take on a small half of it.

If you are a newly promoted official magician, it would be good if you can get a spoonful from a bottle.

Ina guided her mental power to separate a portion of the potion's magic power, diluted it, and absorbed it into the crystal in front of her chest.

After completing a set of processes, she was sure that her magic power, control, and mental strength had increased.

Very tiny, yet really noticeable.

It was an experience she had never had before.

Ina could feel that during this meditation, she was moving forward step by step on the road of magic.

At the same time, her mental energy consumption was surprisingly low. In the past, she had put all her energy into setting up a mental network, but now she could even weave a mental network of similar size to capture the magic spots while digesting the potion.

Even if he did not adjust his state before meditation, the cool feeling emitted by the potion continued to calm his mental exhaustion and anxiety caused by long-term meditation.

This has reduced his mental burden a lot compared to before.

At this point, Ina's evaluation of the potion reached a higher level.

It was not until an hour and a half later, when the magic of the potion had completely dissipated, that Ina came out of meditation.

She was quite tired, but at least she didn't fall asleep directly.

And it was very rewarding.

The white-haired girl couldn't help but smile.

This meditation was in no way inferior to the improvement she had accumulated through a month of hard work.

The bottleneck that was originally there and not there is now within reach, it is an indescribable feeling.

It used to be like observing a bucket that was almost full of water, but no matter how much water was poured into it, it would not overflow.

But now I can clearly touch that thin film of nothingness.

In just a few days and a few more times, she would be confident that she would be promoted to a high-level magician.

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Three days later, in a townhouse in Block 7.

The sunlight shone into the house, but failed to bring much warmth.

Ina lifted the quilt with difficulty. She was only wearing a white shirt.

Because in the past, she was not very sensitive to the cold. As long as she wore a few more layers of clothes and covered herself with a thick quilt, she would easily kick off the quilt.

This is her bad habit.

Her figure, still immature but vaguely curvy, squeezes the shirt to form a rather suggestive curve.

The white-haired girl tried to curl up, hoping to get a little deeper into the still warm bed.

It’s so cold. It turns out that even after getting promoted, my physical fitness can’t keep up immediately... She muttered in a complaining manner.

The temperature is lower than the previous few days, which can be considered a spring chill.

In the period between morning and early morning, even Ina couldn't help but shiver from the cold.

She placed her hands on her chest, grabbed the quilt and tried to lift it up a little more.

At this moment, the fur coat hanging on the other side of the room suddenly rose up slowly without wind.

It flew towards the bed, as if there was a hand, no, it was wrapped in an invisible force.

It didn't stop until it got close, and then floated in the air, looking strange and unusual.