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I have a serious illness and magic is my only hope now."
Zhang Mu did not give up hope because of the bloodshed on the Thor continent.
There are always exceptions. Just because Potter, who is obviously a magician, paid gold coins to buy instant noodles, he thought he could give it a try.
Otherwise, the other party could have simply concealed this common sense from him, tricked him out of the town, and then robbed and killed him.
Potter didn't say whether he agreed or not. He put his hand on his shoulder and magic power surged.
After a few seconds, he took it back, his expression solemn: "It is indeed very serious..."
After a moment of silence, he stood up and said, "Whether I should teach you magic, I need some time to consider."
"First, follow me and slowly learn about magic. I can help you slow down the progression of your disease."
"Okay, Mr. Potter." Zhang Mu stood up happily.
Potter seemed to be a man of decisive character. He agreed for the time being and did not hesitate to go to the closet and open the door.
"How about a bucket of instant noodles a week for your tuition?"
"no problem."
Watching him rummaging around in the cabinet, which seemed to be going nowhere for a while, Zhang Mu pondered over the information he had just obtained.
Objects in this world cannot be written with magical words, what about those on Blue Star?
Try catching something empty.
There is also the church. Logically speaking, the church must master healing magic. I don't know why Potter didn't suggest that I go to the church to try.
"Come here."
Potter stood at the head of the stairs leading to the second floor, with a pile of crude porcelain jars in his arms.
"Coming soon." Zhang Mu hurriedly followed.
The two went upstairs one after another.
There are two rooms on the second floor, facing each other on the left and right.
Enter the room on the left.
Zhang Mu looked around.
It was very spacious, with a tightly closed wooden window opposite the door and a row of low cabinets on the right, which served as workbenches with an earthenware stove and some stone bowls on them.
When you walk in, you’ll see bowls filled with thick solutions of different colors.
Potter placed the bottles and jars in his arms on the operating table: "A magician cannot live without magic potions."
"Your journey to becoming a magician begins with learning how to mix potions."
Chapter 7 I Think You Need a Gas Stove
Zhang Mu never expected that even if he gave up on taking the postgraduate entrance exam, he still couldn't escape the fate of fiddling with experimental instruments.
Although this was slightly different from the magician course he had imagined, he still followed Potter obediently to familiarize himself with the process of mixing potions and identifying herbs.
Porter told him that these drugs were the key to slowing the progression of lung cancer.
If it really works, Zhang Mu will have plenty of free time to learn magic.
Stirring the bowl with a wooden stick, he wondered whether the panel's resurrection function would be effective against lung cancer.
After thinking deeply for a while, he didn't dare to try it.
There are many kinds of resurrection, such as directly changing the body, reversing the body's time and so on.
If it was the latter, it would mean he would fall into an eternal cycle of cancer breaking out, dying, going back to the previous second, cancer breaking out, dying, and repeating infinitely.
Equivalent to hell.
The former does not necessarily mean a body cured of cancer.
You still have to rely on yourself. The resurrection function can only be used as the last trump card and as a last resort.
"concentrate."
Potter reminded him gently, "Your magical talent is outstanding, but that doesn't mean you can definitely become a high-level magician."
"Hard work and concentration are also indispensable qualities for a magician."
"I understand, Mr. Potter." Potter didn't let him call him teacher, so he had to use the honorific for the time being.
After stirring for a while, Potter picked up the bowl and placed it on the earthenware stove piled with coal.
With his eyes closed, he didn't see him light the fire, but the coal combusted on its own.
Watching closely, Zhang Mu realized that he was using his mental power to control the size of the charcoal fire very accurately, and the thick purple solution in the porcelain bowl was boiling constantly.
About an hour later, Potter opened his eyes and a few beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Huh..." He exhaled, pinching the sleeve of his robe to wipe away the sweat, "Controlling the size of the firepower is very demanding on the ability to control mental power and the consumption of it.
Even a pharmacist who specializes in spiritual power can only last for three hours before stopping to rest. "
"Otherwise, excessive mental effort may lead to mistakes, causing the potion to be scrapped."
As he spoke, he smiled smugly, "Lucky boy! If it were any other magician, even if they were willing to help you, they wouldn't be able to brew this healing potion."
What’s so difficult about accurately controlling the firepower?
Zhang Mu thought that Porter needed a gas stove: "Mr. Porter, it's actually very simple to control the fire temperature. I have a..."
"You know nothing. It looks simple, but you'll know how difficult it is when you make it yourself. Drink it."
Potter picked up a smaller china bowl and scooped up a full bowl.
Zhang Mu took it decisively and drank it in one gulp. He smacked his lips and found the taste just acceptable.
"I have some things to take care of. You should go back first and come back tomorrow morning."
After saying that, without waiting for a reply, she directly kicked him out of the house and slammed the door shut.
Standing in front of the door, Zhang Mu scratched his head.
Are all magicians so weird?
He complained in his mind and was about to leave, but just as he raised his foot he stopped again.
He suddenly remembered that the panel said that this world was a game world. Although it didn't look like it, the panel functions should be based on the game.
Most games have settings like “you cannot return to the city while in combat”.
I don't know if there are any restrictions on my ability to summon a portal.
Zhang Mu looked around and picked up a round wooden stick leaning against the door next door.
Now that we have the weapons, we still need an enemy.
He looked around and saw that the streets were empty. Helplessly, his gaze slowly fell on Dahuang who was lying on the steps.
Dahuang seemed to be aware of something. His ears stood up, his head suddenly raised, and his eyes stared at Zhang Mu.
"state--"
……
"Wang Wang Wang!"
On the second floor of the house.
Potter was holding a transparent crystal ball the size of a marble in his hand and was about to input magic power when he suddenly heard a dog barking outside the door.
I opened the window and looked down, there was no one there.
"be quiet."
Pulling the window, Potter gently held the crystal, and magic power slowly flowed in. The crystal ball emitted a light blue light, and then a cold woman's voice sounded out of nowhere.
"Mr. Potter, how have you been lately?"
"Hahaha..." He laughed a few times, "Avril, how did you know I left the royal city?"
“Not only do I know, but it’s almost here.”
Potter was slightly stunned and asked in surprise: "What are you doing in this remote town?"
"The teacher is going to look for treasures, so of course I have to help. We will arrive in the town in about three days."
The people were almost there, so Potter didn't say what he wanted to say to stop them: "I searched all around the town and found nothing. It must be a rumor."
"When will the teacher return to the capital?"
"Don't worry for now. I met an interesting little guy here."
"Forget about that for now. I'll go out of town and look for it."
"Okay, teacher."
……
at home.
Zhang Mu put the wooden stick in his hand on the coffee table. This belonged to Potter’s neighbor and he had to return it to him when he went there tomorrow.
After testing, it was found that the opening of the portal is not affected by "combat".
Good news, this means that he is invincible in the conflict with the natives.
Taking out the mobile phone from the inventory, Zhang Mu opened the address book.
These days, he was so depressed because of lung cancer that he turned on the airplane mode on his phone so as not to be disturbed.
I guess the phone has been flooded with calls.
Don't get me wrong, Zhang Mu doesn't have many friends, but the ones he has are extremely close.
His disappearance without a word must have made people very anxious.
"what?"
Zhang Mu turned off the airplane mode, but found that he still couldn't make any calls. He checked and found that he had plenty of phone credit.
"Why the game?"