Mage Joan

"Úré!"

The young mage spit out a mantra, his right eye suddenly turned red as fire, a beam of scorching rays deep inside his pupils, and a stucco monster in the middle of the jar.

The stucco monster was hit by this magical ray with a temperature high enough to melt through the iron plate, but it just shuddered, still trying to climb towards the mouth of the can, and it seemed that there was no harm.

"Aren't you afraid of burning this guy?"

The juvenile mage scratched his head, raised his hands with his fingers and flicked a 0-ring "freezing ray" at the stucco monster in the tank.

The ice-blue beam hit the stucco monster, and the burst of cold caused a layer of frost on the inner wall of the pottery pot, but the stucco monster itself did not hinder.

"Immune to flames and cold attacks, coupled with its own etched physique, this guy is really tough enough."

The young mage muttered to himself, and pulled out the dagger he wore around his waist. The chanting mantra stimulated the magic contained in the dagger, and the blade shot a shining arc of five feet in length.

Crackling!

The electric arc struck the stucco monster who had just climbed out of the clay pot. The monster shivered violently and hurriedly retracted it into the pot without daring to show his head.

"It seems that among the four elements of energy, only electrical energy can cause effective damage to stucco monsters."

The young mage showed a relaxed smile, grabbed a charcoal pen and hurriedly recorded the test results about the energy resistance of the stucco monster in the log book.

Putting away the pens and experimental equipment, the young mage looked up at the clay pot that contained the stucco monster. After a little hesitation, the idea of ​​killing the monster immediately was dispelled. The lid of the pot was tightened, and the guy was imprisoned for the first time. .

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The young master remotely controlled the magic giant palm, put the clay pot holding the stucco monster back to the corner, and turned to climb the stairs leading to the top of the lighthouse.

The old staircase was covered with dust and stepped on it to make a crunchy, harsh noise.

The juvenile mage had to take his steps lightly, lest he would step on the board under his feet.

The lighthouse loft has a small space and no windows. The dim room was filled with a pungent musty smell. A roulette wheel resembling a rudder was placed against the wall. The metal grip had been rusty and mottled.

The young mage walked over to the helm wheel and observed it. He took out his handkerchief to wipe off the dust and rust on the handle, and tried to turn the wheel.

A creaking chain chain wriggled from the top of the head, and the rusty copper chain was driven by the roulette to put down the small round platform placed on the top of the tower. Musty, the air has become a lot fresher.

The young mage nodded in satisfaction, the lampstand lifting device still works normally, which is a small surprise.

He walked to the lampstand and found that the "indestructible bright flame" blessed in the center of the lampstand was extinguished, and the lampstand showed several criss-crossing scratches, destroying the magic circle used for the constant "indestructible bright flame".

Obviously, the failure of the lampstand stems from someone's deliberate destruction.

But who would destroy a lighthouse used to warn ships along the coast?

What benefits can be done to the saboteur by doing this kind of lack of virtue?

The lighthouse usually has one or two watchmen hired by the government to act as guards. When the lampstand was damaged, did the watchman responsible for the lighthouse do its duty?

These questions flashed quickly in the mind of the young mage, but the lighthouse was destroyed many years ago, and the times have changed. These questions may be doomed to be unanswered. I can’t help but think about it.

Fortunately, the core installation of the lampstand, the ruby ​​dust inlaid magic circle was only cut a few lines, and there is a possibility of repair.

The juvenile mage touched the casting material pack and took out several magnets and a small bottle of ruby ​​powder. First place the magnets one by one on the broken place of the lampstand, and continuously perform the "repair" of the 0-ring trick to repair the magic circle on the lampstand from the physical level.

Under the action of magic power, the magnet melts into a golden fluid, just like melted turpentine, which fills in the scratches on the lampstand and repairs it flat.

After completing this step, the young mage unscrewed the glass bottle, poured a small amount of ruby ​​powder on the lampstand, and then chanted the spell casting spell and skillfully made a series of gestures.

"Anar!"

When he chanted the last activation spell, "Indestructible Bright Flame" was reapplied to the lampstand, and a magical glow rose from the top of the brass lamp post embedded in the center of the lampstand, emitting a bright red light.

The young mage put away the casting equipment, turned back to the roulette wheel, turned the handle hard, the tight hinge made a squeak sound, and the chandelier lifted to reproduce the light slowly rose, and finally slammed into the ceiling slot, tightly fit. Mosaic.

Wind and rain and sunlight were blocked from the re-closed skylights, and the lighthouse loft recovered from darkness.

The young mage dusted his hands and was satisfied with the restoration work he had just completed.

Although ruby ​​powder worth 10 gold coins was spent for this purpose, the lighthouse that reignited the "Indestructible Bright Flame" provided much help to the ships that could not be measured by money.

He doesn't think he is a noble and kind person, but unless he will cause serious damage to his own interests, he is still happy to do something good.

Staying in the attic was so sullen that the young mage turned and walked towards the staircase, but a cold air flow blew head-on, causing him to stop and watch the front with vigilance.

The air temperature in the attic seems to be dropping rapidly. The cloudy wind is hovering in front of the stairs, and the invisible air flow gradually condenses into a translucent black phantom.

The juvenile mage recognized it as a ghost that was becoming visible, frowned, and quickly took a handful of silver powder from the spellcasting material bag, spreading a circle around the place where he stood, and chanted an elven language representing "blessing and warding off evil". Mantra.

"Aman!"

The ring-shaped magic circle drawn by silver powder glowed suddenly, like a circle of silver barriers covering the young mage.

This 1st-level spell called "Protect from Evil" has the effect of resisting various confusion-control spells, while also preventing ghosts from possessing.

Prepared for precautions, the young mage did not dare to carelessly, and continued to chant spellcasting spells, and two groups of purple magic glory condensed in his palm.

Ordinary weapons and even most magic is very difficult to kill "incorporeal ghosts" such as ghosts, but the force field spells have a magical effect on ghosts, such as the "magic missile" that the young master is preparing to cast at the moment.

At this time, the ghost on the opposite side was fully visible, and the translucent face was full of eagerness, and sent out a call to the young master with telepathy.

"Please don't hurt me! Dear Mr. Master, I am not an evil spirit!"

The juvenile mage suspended his spellcasting, and two purple missiles hovered in his palm, buzzing and trembling, and he could fly away at any time and bombard the ghost on the opposite side.

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