Chapter 2: The Great Mage Tower
Master!
What the hell is this?
Chen Yi looked at them with a puzzled gaze. Dozens of elderly men in luxurious long gowns, lined up in neat rows facing him, accompanied by similar postures and etiquette, were indeed very oppressive.
Moreover, these are obviously foreigners, perhaps they are Christian missionaries, and yet they use Chinese?
Looking again, the scenery on this side is generally the same as behind, and the vast space is hard to imagine. In other words, what Chen Yi thought was a wide area just now turned out to be only half of this building.
Chen Yi was stunned and remained silent for a long time.
The priests on the other side of the light screen still bowed their heads deeply, with a solemn and majestic atmosphere.
About two or three minutes later, Chen Yi tried to push the light curtain on the train door again. It shook twice and still blocked there.
It doesn't look like a virtual scene.
Chen Yi tentatively said: "Hello..."
The other party shouted again in unison: "Master is good."
Chen Yi was shocked for a moment, but his heart felt much more at ease.
The slightly respectful and humble tone, similar to many humans he had seen before, was the greeting of an inferior to a superior, like the scene when Grandfather convened a family meeting.
Due to the strange scene, the shocking speed passed quickly, and Chen Yi, who was still relatively calm, said: "Do you know me?"
The old man wearing a red robe nodded slightly and replied, "I have never seen the master before, but I've heard from my predecessors that any vehicle appearing in the Master's Tower must belong to the master."
"Hmm." Chen Yi turned his neck and asked slowly: "What's your name?"
Since we've never met before, it's no problem asking for names.
"In the lower Timosi, is this interval law teacher tower's great magician. Master."
"Hmm." Chen Yi made the same sound again.
Timothy heard the string and knew the elegant meaning, and immediately continued: "Since the last great master left, according to the will of our predecessors, we have been collecting all kinds of objects, waiting for the new great master to come and offer sacrifices, with a sincere and trembling heart, joyful and enthusiastic..."
Among a string of chaotic adjectives, he swiped his fingers, and only saw bright white light flashing by. In front of the car door, a mirror-like screen was suspended high up.
A mirror surface over a meter wide and long flickered twice, and rows of pictures, texts and numbers appeared, as if magically like a computer.
Characters kept changing, with alphabetic characters and pictographic characters, until Chinese characters appeared, Chen Yi had not spoken yet, the change stopped abruptly.
Chen Yi pinched his thigh hard and thought: If it's a dream, I should also take it too seriously.
The first row on the mirror surface is written with the two characters "scroll", followed by a line of powerful and vigorous words "Intellectual Scroll", which has a strong flavor of calligraphy masters, making people marvel.
A "scroll of intelligence" out of thin air, mirror-like as expected, changing once more.
"Intellect Scroll 1st level, increases intellect by 1-3 points, worth 200 gold coins."
"Intellect Scroll 2nd level, increases intellect by 4-8 points, worth 600 gold coins."
"Intellect Scroll 3rd level, increases intellect by 9-18 points, worth 1800 gold coins."
……
There is an arrow icon at the bottom right corner of the mirror, click to enter a new page:
"Agile Scroll 1st level, increases agility by 1-3 points, worth 180 gold coins."
"Agile Scroll 2nd level, increases agility by 4-8 points, worth 540 gold coins."
……
Chen Yi's heart started pounding. Although he didn't know what intelligence points and agility points were, the gold coins were roughly clear.
The most exciting thing is that a mysterious world unfolded before one's eyes.
If it's true...
Chen Yi couldn't bear to think about it anymore, so he quickly continued reading. The new page was different again, and he could only see the names at the top of the pages and brief introductions, such as "Tenacious Scroll", "Listening Scroll", "Dispersing Scroll" and so on.
Chen Yi didn't know how much time he had left and didn't have a chance to take a closer look, so he flipped through it quickly.
After flipping through countless pages, I started seeing things with "yao shui" (medicine water) suffixes.
However, only the names of "Energy Recovery Potion", "Stamina Recovery Potion", "Light Body Potion" and "Beneficial Potion" are available, with no other information provided.
Chen Yi looked tired, Timothy knew the way: "The transaction rules left by the previous Dharma Master stipulate that we must provide different items based on different conditions. Please, Master, choose two that can be used."
Chen Yi nodded as if he had suddenly realized something.
He actually doesn't know anything.
Timothy's spirit lifted, and he asked expectantly: "I wonder what rare items the master has brought this time for exchange?"
His expectation contains too much information.
Worrying that Chen Yi would look down on his own things, and also worrying that the other party's offerings were not good enough.
It took a hundred years for this opportunity to finally arrive, and even with his identity, he couldn't help but feel tense.
Chen Yi thought that it was not much, but also understood that the other side's courtesy was based on the principle of equal exchange, just like the tributes paid by vassal states in ancient China, which were economically at least equal, apart from being politically pleasing.
He turned around and took a look, the carriage was empty, where were there any items for exchange, instead he had in his hand a set of exam papers that he had just received.
Professor Hu gave him a collection of test papers, symbolizing more than actual meaning.
Chen Yixin thought: Let it play a role.
He then tossed it away and said: "This thing has been with me for some time... Hmm, since we're meeting for the first time, I'll give it to you guys."
A brief sentence, and the risk was instantly wiped out.
Timothy, unaware of the situation, gratefully accepted it and placed it on a silver plate, and seriously explained: "The master's generosity makes us not ashamed, we should do our best to contribute, but first let me explain the rules left by Master Fa..."
He said, handing over the silver plate to the monk behind him, "Please, Master, choose two items."
Chen Yi is very concerned, but also very indifferent.
To him, verifying facts seemed more important, so he only chose the first two things he saw and said: "How about the Wisdom Scroll and the Perception Scroll?"
The difference between the levels of the scrolls is huge, so I'll just mention the name without mentioning the level.
"Please wait a moment, Master." Timothy signaled with his eyes and continued: "Since you are not a magician, the scrolls you can use are limited... This kind of scroll is difficult to make and extremely consumes spiritual energy, so be careful when using it."
In just two short sentences, it not only explains the use and scope of scrolls, but also highlights their preciousness.
There is a subtle difference between the scrolls used by magicians and those that can be used by ordinary people without restriction. Over the years, the latter has often been overlooked, but its value has actually increased.
Chen Yi didn't care about how much, and nodded repeatedly.
If it's a dream, then let's have a big and bold dream. If we sleep for long enough, maybe we can still make it in time to have a beautiful dream of conquering the world and roaming freely.
That would be great if it were true.
Chen Yi's eyes widened as he stared at a box floating in front of him.
A certain red-robed monk in the air, with his hand pointing to a circle, muttered some words, and the floating box flew into the carriage, blocking Chen Yi's light screen, but not blocking the penetration of objects.
Heavy in hand, the hollow-out flower pattern on the outer ring gives it a kind of classic fashion taste.
Chen Yi received it and hastily opened it to take a look, without paying any attention to the law enforcement officers.
Two pale red and two bright red scrolls are neatly arranged in the compartments of a box.
They were like halved scrolls of painting, or magazines that had been rolled up and cut in half, with special characters engraved on them, clear or blurry strokes, transparent dark patterns flowing through, tied tightly in the middle with a ribbon.
"The color of the scrolls is unified from hundreds of years ago, you can notice that light red is 1st grade scroll, bright red is 2nd grade scroll. In addition, there are dark red 3rd grade scrolls and light yellow 4th grade scrolls. Scrolls from 7 to 9 grades are green, and 10 to 12 grades are blue scrolls, the higher the level, the cost increases several times."
Timothy didn't care about Chen Yi's personal strength, whoever could provide scarce resources and grasp the magical vehicle was the "master".
It has always been so since time immemorial.
"There are three scrolls of perception and three scrolls of intelligence... bestowed upon the master." Timothy didn't mention the ominous transaction.
The Taoist was still explaining seriously, Chen Yi observed for a while, his right hand stretched out, grabbed a light red perception scroll, and pulled it down with force, pulling the silk ribbon on it.
The scroll shattered with a loud crash, and even the two characters "perception" on the ribbon were blown to smoke, instantly enveloping his entire body.
A flash of light, and a tingling sensation washed over his body. Chen Yi narrowed his eyes, and on the tiger's mouth of his right hand, an imprint resembling the character "perception" had already appeared.
At first glance, the mark was like a laser burn.
Timothy didn't need to look and judged from the magical fluctuations: "Perception Scroll 1st level, can be used for 30 minutes."
Perception primary?
Chen Yi touched his clothes according to the simple introduction he had seen before, and a thought immediately emerged in his mind: "Animal hair blended with chemical fibers."
He touched his watch again and the words "metal material" came to mind once more.
It seems that even the lowest level of perception scrolls can distinguish the material properties of objects, which should also be the first step in perceiving objects.
But I don't know what's special about secondary and tertiary.
Chen Yi suppressed his curiosity and couldn't help but smile on his face.
Several great masters behind Timothy couldn't help but think: Is it because he's too young? This master doesn't seem to be as dignified and wise as the seniors said...
Before they could think clearly about what was going on, Chen Yi continued, "What is it that the Kingdom of Saint Qiao mainly wants in terms of 'rare' items?"
Having the qualifications and abilities to trade with "Masters" is the main reason why the kingdom can hang up the word "Holy" in front of it. Timothy immediately smiled and said: "I believe that Master-level items will definitely be satisfactory. Of course, if there are some materials for making scrolls, potions, and weapons, that would be even better. The scroll material you gave us earlier has a pretty good quality, haha."
When he laughs, Timothy's classical clergy image is gone.
Does ordinary exam paper have good quality?
Chen Yi An was relieved at the same time, but thought: This Holy Chalcedony Kingdom, could it be that it's still in the primitive era of drinking blood and eating raw meat, to the point where they don't even have paper?
The subway doors flickered open but didn't close immediately.
Timothy understood that he was about to leave, with a tinge of regret, smiled and said: "Please, Master, come again."
"Definitely." Chen Yi said with a straight face, then quickly asked, "How can the scroll be used by others?"
"As the scroll unfurls, cast your spell upon the freed one..." Timothy said, his finger circling twice in the air before suddenly pointing at a nearby guard by the statue.
A small cluster of dark clouds gathered half a meter above the guard, who stared blankly ahead, waiting for the radiant vertical "Z" slash to come down and get a free explosive head and sunburn effect.
Chen Yijian was overjoyed and said with a smile: "Thank you, Master Fa. Please stay."
His polite conversation was extremely smooth, a natural talent.
The subway also started slowly.
A group of monks, with ritualistic movements, bowed in unison: "Farewell, Master."
Chen Yi's eyes swept to the emergency brake on the right side of the car door, and his mood stabilized slightly.
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