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After saying this, he hurried home without waiting for the other party to reply.
As soon as he reached the door, his brows furrowed. Smoke was coming out of the tightly closed windows on the second floor.
"Arrogant idiot!"
Potter was extremely angry.
He didn't expect Zhang Mu to be so arrogant that he would make the medicine by himself without waiting for him to come back.
"With your meager mental strength that has just started training, you dare to make a potion?!
Do you really think that learning meditation in one day makes you a magical genius? ! "
He kicked the door open and strode upstairs.
"My precious herbs!"
Chapter 10 Copying the Magic Book
"Bam—"
Zhang Mu stood in front of the stove with his arms folded, his mind wandering. Then he shuddered in fear when the door was kicked open.
"You idiot!"
Before I could turn around to see what was going on, I heard Potter's cursing approaching.
Knowing that he had never seen a gas stove, Zhang Mu was about to explain, but was shocked to find that he could not move. Using the weak magic power in his body to sense, he seemed to be locked by his mental power.
Potter rushed over, first looked at the crushed herb residue in the coarse porcelain bowl with heartache, and then lifted the lid of the pot.
"Arrogant idiot, do you know how precious these herbs are!"
"kindness?"
The purple solution in the pot is bubbling and gurgling, and it is very stable, which means that the fire temperature is at a constant level.
Potter had only seen this level of potion in alchemists who specialized in brewing potions, and even that potion was not as good as the one in front of him.
Looking down at the bottom of the pot, Potter's eyes reflected the rising flames: "Is this... a magic item? An alchemical item?"
"Hey, little guy, what is this? Tell me!"
Zhang Mu rolled his eyes, which was the only action he could do at the moment. He seemed to react, and Potter released the mental lock.
"Tool." Zhang Mu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead caused by the strong mental pressure. "It's not a prop, it's a tool."
"What's the difference?" Potter turned his back to him, his eyes fixed on the pot where the purple solution was still churning.
“A tool is something that people… humans can make.”
Potter pursed his lips and didn't ask any more questions. He just stared at the gas stove with an inexplicable expression on his face.
After a long while, he turned around and said, "Everything on Sol Continent is a gift from the gods. Only when the gods allow the forging of weapons can humans forge weapons."
Zhang Mu knew this. All the products on the mainland were dug out from the maze.
However, things that humans can make themselves, such as ordinary weapons, are not created by humans.
According to the Bible, the gods allowed humans to imitate magic weapons and magic props, and only then did the profession of blacksmith and ordinary iron weapons come into being.
Everything else, like crops, building techniques, etc., is the same.
With God's permission, the church spread it on God's behalf.
Potter had never seen this stove before, and it had never been announced by the church.
His eyes flickered: "All human technology and knowledge are taught by the church, and everything in the church comes from God.
It is impossible for humans to explore things that the church does not have. This is an act of disobedience to God."
"This." He pointed at the stove. "It's not in the church's 'Divine Gifts: A Collection'. Where did you learn the manufacturing technology?"
Zhang Mu's education and living environment were obviously very different from Porter's.
But he couldn't explain it to Potter. After all, this was a foreign world where people had worshipped gods for tens of thousands of years and possessed extraordinary powers.
This is not to popularize modern atheism. God can only be shaken by powerful people.
If I really speak out, I will risk being labeled a heretic and burned on the cross.
After thinking for a while, Zhang Mu found an excuse: "My hometown is a very remote village. We haven't communicated with the outside world for many years. We rely on ourselves for everything."
"You don't believe in God." Potter's tone was calm, without any ups and downs.
"Uh." Zhang Mu touched the back of his head, "I do believe in it, but... we usually only believe in useful gods."
"It's useless?"
"Then why trust him?"
The last sentence came out completely unconsciously.
Potter tightened his right hand around the staff, said no more, and turned back to look at the gas stove.
He was just thinking about the herbs and didn't pay much attention to it, but now after taking a closer look, he noticed something extraordinary.
“It looks simple, but it’s actually a very sophisticated structure.”
"And this extremely stable fire temperature..." Potter stretched out his left index finger to touch the flame at the bottom of the pot, and his eyes followed the hose to the iron can next to it, "Is this the energy source?"
After exhaling lightly, Porter turned his back to Zhang Mu and asked, "How long can this state last?"
After thinking for a while, Zhang Mu replied: "As long as there is enough natural gas in it, it can last forever. Of course, the stove also has a service life.
But if properly maintained, it can outlive humans.”
Potter stroked the surface of the stove, as if feeling the material: "Alchemists who specialize in spiritual power can maintain a stable fire temperature for up to a day."
"A miracle, no, a miracle, a miracle belonging to mankind."
"Drink the medicine first."
He quickly filled a bowl and ate it with his head tilted back.
After finishing, he wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "What kind of potion are we learning today, or should we continue to identify herbs?"
"Let's learn this today." Potter took out a black-covered book from under his robe.
Zhang Mu glanced at his robe and wondered if his black robe was a pocket on the belly of a blue cat with no earphones, from which anything could be taken out.
Then look at the books.
On the cover are dim words outlined with lines, as if they will disappear at any time.
I don’t know what it means, but I understand its meaning—Fireball.
Looking up, Zhang Mu blinked: "Are you willing to accept me as your student?"
"No." Potter shook his head. "Being able to learn meditation in one day does not mean that you can quickly master magic. It's just that..."
He suddenly changed the subject and said, "This book on fireball has been lying idle for a long time in my hands. If it continues to lie there, the magic text will soon disappear."
"That's a waste. Try practicing it."
Potter didn't tell him that this magic book, which he himself looked down upon, was enough to cause a low-level adventure group to turn against each other on the spot and fight to the death.
Monopoly is terrible.
In order to ensure that they are ahead of the times in strength, powerful magicians must hold on to their magic books tightly. It is not uncommon for some extremely rare and powerful magic books to be burned immediately after learning how to do so.
If this continues for a long time, people will die of drought or flood.
Zhang Mu took the book and felt a little nervous. He didn't know whether the panel would have any effect on the magic book.
[Skill detected, do you want to learn? ]
The mechanical sound in his mind reassured him.
He didn't confirm it immediately, but rolled up the magic book and put it in his pocket with a normal expression: "I'll read it when I get home tonight. Now let's continue with the alchemy study?"
Now that you have the magic book in your hands, just relax. You can't run away.
Knowing more about pharmacy is also a top priority, as it affects the speed of improving your strength in the future.
It is impossible for Zhang Mu to not be interested in the extraordinary power of magic. The fact that it can increase the limit of lifespan is enough to make people pursue it crazily.
To cure lung cancer, the next step is to improve magical power, so we need to make plans early.
Potter was very satisfied with his attitude. Without mentioning tomorrow, he turned around and began to explain to him the properties of the medicine, the things to pay attention to when making the potion, the effects of the potion on magicians, and so on.
Time flies.
In the evening, Zhang Mu, who had learned a lot, said goodbye to Porter and went into an empty alley to open the portal.
After returning home, he did not rest. Instead, he took out the magic book in his pocket and found paper and pen to try to copy it down.
If possible, it would become very simple to establish a force in another world to help you find information about magic books in the future.
Chapter 11 Information Gap between the Two Worlds
"I was really kicked in the head by a donkey."
After working for half an hour and not even finishing the first page, Zhang Mu threw down the gel pen and cursed himself.
Under the effect of the panel, although the magic text can understand the meaning, it has never been written, which makes writing extremely slow.
Just when he stopped to rest, he came to his senses. Doesn't it mean he has to write if he has a camera?
He excitedly took out his cell phone without a card in it from the inventory, turned off the wireless function, and took a photo.
I looked at it and it was perfect.
The speculation was confirmed, the rules of the other world do not apply in the real world.
To be on the safe side, Zhang Mu did not rush to confirm it. He used his mobile phone to take pictures of all the books. He compared them with the books after half a month. Only when the fonts in the photos remained the same could he confirm it.
At the moment of performing the fireball spell, a mechanical sound suddenly rang in my mind.
[Skill detected, do you want to learn? ]
"Is this also possible?" Zhang Mu was stunned. He looked at the fireball spell on the table and then at the phone in his hand.
After a moment of shock, he came to his senses and said, "Study."