Kexue Magician

Chapter 9 Xiaolan who convinces others with strength

For a while.

Feng Chu gradually calmed down.

After one hour of practice, and compared with the knowledge recorded in the previous magic book, Feng Chu could judge that he had cultivated two units of magic power.

"It's only two units of magic power in one hour. It seems that my aptitude can only be regarded as upper-middle."

Feng Chu stood up and stretched his body.

"In other words, the reason why I couldn't cultivate magic power in the original world was indeed because my aptitude was not good enough, and after traveling through the space-time vortex, my aptitude was changed."

"That page says 'spars guide pious people to the gates of the magical world', so that's what it means."

"Now I have magic power, and I still remember all the magic circles in the book. The only thing I lack is the law."

Feng Chu looked solemn, walked to the sofa and sat down, thinking.

"As mentioned in the book, there are two kinds of laws. The first is the laws of natural birth, which are usually created by nature or attached to special objects. The second is the laws made or created by great magicians, which are often sealed in tangible objects. in things."

"But where do we go to find these items that contain laws?"

"An archaeological museum dedicated to exhibiting archaeological artifacts? An art gallery displaying paintings and master prints? Or a historical museum containing historical archives, various types of cultural relics, art, and archaeological objects, etc., places that can be visited?"

"Speaking of objects from various periods, although the museum has a comprehensive collection, how can it compare to the people of the entire world in terms of quantity? And I can't go door to door to find..."

"Do you want me to invest in a treasure appraisal program, get some experts, get some gimmicks and bonuses, and make a big splash in the news and newspapers, so that everyone will willingly show me valuable items?"

Thinking of this, Feng Chu couldn't help laughing himself.

He thought it would be interesting to run a treasure appraisal show, but the possibility of finding the law was like finding a needle in a haystack.

And the most important question is, whether the item is mediocre or priceless and strange in shape, if you want to know whether it contains laws, Feng Chu must use magic power to sense and judge.

"It takes at least three units of magic power to identify an item..."

"Based on my current cultivation level, if I practice 16 hours a day, then I can cultivate 32 units of magic power in one day. If I am lucky, each item can only be identified with three units of magic power, and I can only identify ten items that day. "

"But...laws are extremely rare."

"So, the probability of finding the law implication is estimated to be lower than winning the first prize in the lottery, and I don't know how lucky I am. If it is bad, when will I be able to create the first magic card... "

"Don't get embarrassed when you don't have much magic power and can't find the law..."

Feng Chu, who had a headache from thinking about it, stood up and paced back and forth in the living room.

Another full half hour passed.

Feng Chu finally stopped, turned off the light in the living room, and walked back to the bedroom.

"Magic power is the key link. Therefore, the first task now is to practice diligently and accumulate magic power. Second, look for items with good eyesight and stories, and finally identify the items. How to get the items is another matter."

In the bedroom, the lights were turned on and off.

Feng Chu put on a strange posture again, and meditated again with a special breathing method.

Early the next morning.

After Fengchu had a free breakfast at Polo Café, he went to NTT to submit an application for installing network cables.

Later, he went to the mall to buy three computers and a mobile phone.

the next few days.

Fengchu lived in the bedroom, the two-point and one-line life in Poirot Café.

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Saturday afternoon.

14:45.

In the Maori Detective Agency office.

"Hey, do you know that a strange thing happened at the Mihua Art Museum."

Mao Lilan stood in front of the iron table with a red jacket on her upper body, a beige short skirt and gray stockings on her lower body, her hands were clasped tightly, and her eyes were full of curiosity.

"Oh, what's the matter?"

Sitting on a chair behind the iron table, Kogoro Mori stared at the newspaper casually.

"Last night, two security guards saw medieval armor walking in the art gallery. The news has spread, and now there is a medieval art exhibition there, and there is still no ticket, why don't we go and see it together ?”

Mao Lilan blinked Kazilan's big eyes and said expectantly.

"Hey hey hey hey hey..."

Mori Kogoro raised his head, opened his mouth wide, his tongue stuck out of his mouth, and let out bursts of devilish laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha·····"

Conan, who was on the sofa, couldn't help covering his stomach and laughing loudly.

"Xiao Lan, this must be a story that the art museum made up in order to attract customers. You can believe it, how stupid!"

Mori Kogoro finished laughing, without raising his head, and without looking at Xiaolan, he continued to criticize on the newspaper.

Mao Lilan looked at Conan.

"Uncle is right, sister Xiaolan, it is impossible for medieval armor to walk, because it is not scientific at all. Only children will believe this kind of story."

If you don't want to go, forget it!

Also laughed at me, said I was stupid, said I was a child...

Mao Lilan's face became hot for a while, and her breathing became a little short.

"Work, work, go to yourself!"

Mori Kogoro put down the newspaper by himself, and got up to leave without looking at Xiaolan.

"I'm going to do my homework too."

Edogawa Conan jumped off the sofa, put his hands behind his head, and prepared to walk away indifferently.

Mao Lilan, who was ignored many times, was angry.

"You two!"

"Wait for me!"

Mao Lilan punched the iron table, and a corner of the iron table collapsed immediately.

At the same time, the entire second floor was visibly shaken.

When Xiaolan raised her fist, a few wisps of white smoke could be vaguely seen slowly rising from the depression of the iron table.

Mori Kogoro and Conan subconsciously bent their waists, looking in horror at Mori Ran whose fists were still unchanged.

"You two, are you sure you don't want to go?"

Molly smiled sweetly.

But there was a strong sense of threat in her smile, as if she was going to fight in the next moment, even her biological father was no exception.

"Yes! Yes! Let's go!"

Seeing Xiaolan's gaze projected over, Mori Kogoro and Conan immediately stood up straight, raised their heads and chests, and said in unison.

Only then did Mao Lilan happily walk briskly to get ready for the room.

"If I knew it, I wouldn't let her learn karate!"

"Damn it! That brat Fengchu!"

"If he hadn't been snatching Xiaolan's lollipops and ice cream back then, how could I have agreed with Xiaolan to learn karate!"

"If Xiaolan didn't learn karate, how could I, Mori Kogoro, be suppressed to death by her judo level! Even pocket money would be controlled! I'm so pissed off!"

"That brat Fengchu, next time I see him, I must make him look good!"

Mori Kogoro clenched his fists, his face gradually became ferocious, and he said with deep hatred.

"Uncle, you finally made a wise decision. This time, I support you! You must teach that guy a lesson!"

Conan looked at Uncle Mori and thought sympathetically.

(End of this chapter)