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【Role: Zhang Mu】
[Race: Human]
[Occupation: None]
[Level: None]
[Skills: Meditation - Magic Sensing (10%), Magic Absorption (10%), Magic Control (5%)
Fireball (0%) - Releases a powerful fireball to attack the target. 】
[Opened functions: Inventory, resurrection on the spot, resurrection after returning to the city (not yet bound to a city)]
Skills on how to use the skills appeared in my mind, and I closed my eyes slightly to absorb them.
After a moment, he opened his eyes and raised his right hand to his chest: "Fireball."
The magic power accumulated in the body rushed to the palm, and a cluster of bright flames the size of fingers rose from the palm, gradually expanding, and then - "bang", it went out.
Looking inside the body, the magic power is gone.
His mouth twitched and he put his hand down.
You have to hurry up and upgrade your meditation to the maximum level to increase your magic power limit, otherwise it will be useless even if you get the magic book.
He took back the mobile phone with the panel installed, took out the herbs he had hidden during the day, and placed them neatly on the table.
Using his daily mobile phone to download a browser, Zhang Mu entered words and searched according to the medicinal properties and appearance of the herbs.
Yes, yes, and this one too, all of them!
Zhang Mu's eyes lit up. For every herb, he could find a corresponding herb on Blue Star with a similarity in appearance of up to 90%.
The remaining slight differences are probably due to the influence of magic.
According to the potion knowledge taught by Potter, certain precious potions can greatly increase the magician's magic upper limit and speed up the absorption of magic power.
But the materials needed are extremely rare and precious.
There is no shortage of them in reality. These herbs have long been cultivated artificially, and there are as many of them as you want.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Zhang Mu put down his phone and leaned against the sofa to think deeply.
First buy some herbs and take them to the other world to see if they can absorb magic power and turn into herbs from the other world.
In addition...
Zhang Mu straightened up suddenly and picked out a herb on the table that looked the least different from the real herb.
The magic power content here is very small, just enough for my senior brother to use for research, and it won't cause a sensation.
I picked up the phone and dialed the number. After two beeps, the call was connected.
"Hey, Brother, didn't I go to the mountains a few days ago and encounter a strange plant there?"
"How strange is it? Anyway, it's very strange. Can you help me test it?"
"Okay, it's too late today, let's do it tomorrow."
"Row."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Mu had nothing else to do, so he washed up and went to bed.
……
In another world, Potter’s two-story wooden building.
The moonlight was as hazy as a veil, shining through the gaps between the wooden boards of the tightly closed wooden windows on the second floor and falling on Potter's wrinkled face.
Normally, he went to bed at night, but today he couldn't fall asleep.
After Zhang Mu left, he sat in front of the stove without saying a word, staring and staring.
There were three parts of confusion, three parts of surprise, three parts of joy, and one part of moisture in his eyes.
Unable to help himself, Potter raised his hand and touched the surface of the stove again. He couldn't remember how many times he had repeated this action.
The thin, lightweight steel casing is cool to the touch and feels extremely smooth.
"tool.
It is not a gift from God, but an object created by human beings themselves. How beautiful and moving it is.”
It was just an ordinary household kitchen utensil, but Potter was looking at it as if he was his lover who had passed away many years ago and was unwilling to take his eyes away.
If it were Zhang Mu, he would not be able to understand Potter's feelings.
Humans, demi-humans, elves, dragons, and so on all seemed to be thriving on the continent, living under the rules of the gods.
But after Potter accidentally obtained a magic notebook, he realized that God's gift is not without price, and the weight of this price may be so heavy that human beings cannot bear it.
"The gods cannot be seen, the church leads the oracle to act on behalf of the continent."
“What’s going on… … ”
In the dim room, Potter's low murmurs gradually faded away.
……
early morning.
Zhang Mu stretched lazily and got up from bed to wash.
Perhaps it was because of his practice of magic, he had been feeling unusually good both physically and mentally lately.
After cleaning up, I stood in front of the wash basin and looked at myself in the mirror on the wall.
There is not much change in appearance, mainly the skin has become whiter and the temperament has become more profound.
If you go out like this, something bad might happen.
He found a mask from the bedside table in the bedroom and put it on before opening the door.
They took a taxi and came to their "old place".
Still the same dishes.
After a while, Ye Ming came in with the wind.
Probably because he was hungry, he sat down and started eating, asking, "What strange plant?"
Zhang Mu chewed a piece of greasy pork belly, took out the herbs wrapped in plastic wrap from his pocket and placed them on the table between them.
"You take a look first."
It seemed that he did not hold out much hope. Ye Ming did not even put down the chopsticks in his right hand, and used his left hand alone to remove the plastic wrap with difficulty.
Seeing this, Zhang Mu reached out and helped him press it.
"Oh, that's interesting."
Most of the plastic wrap was torn off, revealing a few leaves of the herb, and Ye Ming became interested.
He placed the chopsticks on the bowl and worked with both hands to quickly tear off the plastic wrap.
The herb lies on the table. The plant is about 30 cm tall, with white roots and dark purple, triangular leaves with short white hairs.
After looking at it carefully for a while, Ye Ming pinched his chin and muttered unconsciously: "It looks like shepherd's purse, but shepherd's purse leaves are green."
"Someone threw paint?"
"Impossible." Zhang Mu shook his head. "If I had seen it in the city, I wouldn't have specifically pulled it out and brought it back."
"There are no birds in the mountains, and there are only two or three cats and kittens, all of them elderly. Who has the time to go up the mountain and paint the shepherd's purse?"
"Hmm..." Ye Ming stared at it for a while, picked up the herbs and walked out. "I can't see the problem with the naked eye. I'll go to the laboratory to test it with instruments. Is the slice okay?"
"Just cut whatever you find. Hey, finish your meal before you leave?"
"No, the old man will catch me coming out to eat and will cause trouble for me again."
"Can I cause you trouble when I come out to eat?"
"It's a false charge."
The person has gone far away, and the voice slowly drifts over.
Having achieved his goal, Zhang Mu didn't waste any more time. He paid the bill, went home, opened the portal, and stepped in.
Chapter 12 Are you still asleep, or am I?
Ye Ming carefully held the herbs and hurried to the experimental building, walking with the wind.
Just as I reached the door of the laboratory and took out my key, a low shout was heard behind me.
"Ye Ming!"
He paused and continued to insert the key into the lock: "Teacher Fu, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"You only arrived at the lab after eight o'clock. Do you still see me as your mentor?"
Ye Ming took out his phone and took a look at it, then turned around and showed the front of his phone: "Teacher Fu Xiyuan, it's seven fifty-three now."
Fu Xiyuan in front of him had his hands behind his back. He was wearing a white coat, had a slightly bald head, and was probably overweight due to lack of exercise.
Because it is short, it looks like a square from a distance.
Glancing at his phone, Fu Xiyuan pulled the corner of his mouth and turned the watch on his left wrist up a full circle: "How come your eyesight is not good at such a young age?"
"Look." He raised his left arm and showed the dial. "It's eight fifty-three."
After saying that, Fu Xiyuan walked a few steps to the door and marked Ye Ming's lateness on the time clock hanging on the wall next to the door.
"This month's allowance is gone. Also, take care of your health. If you are not well, take a leave and go to the hospital."
With a mocking tone in his voice, he put his hands behind his back and walked towards the elevator.
"Humph."
"You like to act like a hero, don't you? Look at yourself, you country boy."
The person had already disappeared at the elevator entrance. When the door was about to close, he raised his voice in a particularly high pitch, as if on purpose for him to hear.