Mage Joan

"Boy, you're so strange. It's rare that people are kind enough to take the initiative to help. Why should we refuse?" Flint was puzzled.

"Roger, don't go around with me! Honestly, who is your friend?" Mayor Dingdall asked angrily, "Would your kid bring a lizardman home again?" ?"

"Hey... this time it's not a lizardman." Roger smiled a little, "Yes... it's a gray bag."

Joan glanced at Roger in surprise, worrying that he would be too hasty to expose Gray's identity now. The mayor could tolerate a gray-bagged beast in Delin?

Jason Dindol looked at Flint Anvil and frowned.

"Never mind the lizardmen, the gray bag... will it be too dangerous?" Flint whispered, stroking the thick beard. "Is this low-witted monster capable of distinguishing the enemy from the enemy? Would it be mad? Hurt yourself?"

"Gray will not hurt himself, I promise!"

Joan promised. Roger nodded again and again.

The mayor of Dindal was hesitant. The old dwarf wanted to open it, and said with a bitter smile: "Our town of Delin has reached the point where life and death are at stake. It is always good to have one more combat power. Can the gray bag be more dangerous than the'child of the devil' Kotar? If we refuse to keep it, wouldn’t it be worse if it went to the enemy!"

This really talked about Jason Dindol’s heart, and finally made up his mind, and solemnly said to Joan and Roger: "Tell me your gray bag beast friend for me, welcome to join our big family! If it can do its part in the battle against the Lizardmen gangsters, if our homeland survives, after the war, I will give this friend the title of "honorary townsman" on behalf of the town council. Give it the right to settle in the town."

"Wow, this is great!" Roger cheered excitedly.

"Mr. Dindale, Mr. Flint, I thank you for your tolerance for Gray." Joan bowed deeply to the mayor and the old dwarf with gratitude.

There was a rapid footstep behind him, and Dick flew back with sweat, holding a sheepskin scroll in his hands.

Jason Dindale took the scroll and gave it to Joan, with a smile of encouragement.

Joan thanked the scroll quickly after seeing it, and couldn't help but overflow with surprise.

Both arcane scrolls do have a very high "tactical" value, one is "level 1 monster summoning technique" and the other is "greasy technique", both of which are spells he can learn now. The time is coming.

Joan's mind was completely attracted by these two scrolls, and he didn't want to delay for a second. He said goodbye to Flint and Dindale's family and hurried home to study the spell.

Sitting at the desk after arriving home, the excitement calmed down, and Joan realized a very serious problem. The two scrolls are placed in front of you, and it takes one morning to copy them all into the spell book. Even if you study in minutes and seconds, it will take at least two days to master these two first-level arcane spells, but the lizardman The gangster may not leave him enough time to learn the spells. It is very unwise to learn two spells simultaneously in such an urgent environment where battles may erupt at any time. It is necessary to choose one of the two spells to learn first, and the other Can only give up temporarily.

This is really a difficult choice.

Joanne first picked up the "Level 1 Monster Summoning" scroll and scanned it roughly. This spell belongs to the school of spells, and it is the lowest level of all "summon" spells. It can summon a low-level monster and obey the caster's command. There are many types of monsters that can be summoned, such as a horse, a wolf, a dolphin, an eagle, running on the ground, swimming in the water, flying in the sky. In addition, it can also summon such as fierce rats, Rare monsters such as giant centipedes and fire beetles. Different summoned creatures have different abilities, corresponding to different needs of the caster.

It can be seen that the summoning spell has flexible tactical value and seems to be in line with Joan's current needs. However, Joan also clearly realized the shortcomings of this spell. The first is that the summoned creature is not a real flesh and blood body, but a manifestation of magic power, and its existence time is proportional to the level of the caster. Joan, as a 2nd-level mage (mythical class does not affect the cast level), the summoned creature can only be maintained for a maximum of 2 minutes, after which it will disappear on its own.

If the summoned creature is strong enough, the duration of two minutes is acceptable. However, this is only the lowest level of summoning spells. The summoned monsters are relatively weak. Only a horse or a wolf with a two-minute life span can be on the battlefield. What role does it play? Joan was deeply skeptical.

Gently shaking his head, Joan put down the "Level 1 Monster Summoning" scroll and turned to the "Greek" scroll-in contrast, this spell is simpler and more practical.

Greasy is also a 1st arcane spell of the spell system. After casting, it can create a large amount of greasy grease at the designated position. The covered area can reach 300 square feet. The grease can exist for up to 1 minute, and then it will be eliminated by itself. All creatures involved in greasy areas will involuntarily slip on the soles of their feet. If they are unable to maintain balance, they will fall heavily and even struggle to roll on the slippery ground, unable to climb for a while.

In addition to being used to make slippery traps, "greasy technique" can also make the surface of the object adhere to grease, so that it becomes slippery without keeping hands. For example, releasing this spell on a weapon held in someone's hand may make the weapon slip off. The use of "greasy technique" requires the use of casting materials. Fortunately, it is not a rare thing. A small piece of pigskin or butter is enough.

Joan compares "level 1 monster summoning technique" with "greasy technique" and finally decides to learn "greasy technique" first.

After making the decision, Joan put aside his thoughts and immersed himself in the fun of spell learning. First, write the "greasy technique" from the scroll to your spell book, and then interpret it word by word. He was so focused on the study of spells that he forgot about things outside him. Until a cold wind blew outside the window, he sneezed twice and looked up at the open window. He was surprised to find that the night was deep and whole. The time of the day passed unconsciously.

Joan got up and closed the window, swallowing the hunger and sat back at his desk, forcing himself to focus on spell research. There is no shortage of food at home, and he is not really busy enough to even squeeze bread, but in fact intends to keep himself in the current state of hunger.

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