Saint

Chapter 6: the master

Under the sunshine, the cracked rocks are pale, and the Yellow mosses are half dead in the shade of the cracks. In the leeward corner, there are many garbage that has not been blown away by the sea wind. The waves and the wind have invaded the island's ground. The island is not large. Strictly speaking, it is just a slightly large coral reef. Just a few steps away, Fulan came to the master tower. The whole tower is about three floors high. The red bricks on the surface are corroded by the alkali of the sea, and the small holes are dense. Occasionally, a wind blows, and the weathered gravel flows from the cracks of the bricks. Although this is the first time Fulan has seen the master tower, he is sure that it is built with secret silver and gems, which is different from the master residence protected by countless magic graves and alien creatures. "Excuse me, is Mr. William at home?" He shouted several times in front of the door, quietly, only the sound of waves beating on the reef. After careful observation, Fulan felt that the wooden door was not a magic trap for people's lives. He pushed carefully, unexpectedly, the door was not locked, and with the increasing strength of the wrist, the rotten and deformed door "creaks" and rubs against the ground. The light in the room was dim, the small windows on the walls were covered with thick curtains, and a few rays of sunshine came in from the gap between the curtain and the window lattice. It seems that no one has cleaned it for a long time, and the old floors are stocked with years of old dirt. "People who live here are really lazy." it's estimated that people who visit for the first time will have this idea. The whole hall on the first floor is empty, but there is a small staircase standing in the middle. Fulan tries to walk up, and the steps made of wood immediately moan and exhort, so that Fulan doubts whether it can bear its weight. Every step, the body goes up and down with the stairs for a while. It really takes a little courage to stay in such a high-risk building. There is still no one on the second floor. The small bed in the corner, the greasy oak table, and the tableware with leftovers on the table indicate that this is the master's bedroom and dining room. Many clothes were scattered on the ground, especially the pointy hat. Fu Lan picked it up and looked at it carefully. The style is similar to the funny hat worn by the clown in the circus, but the color is not colorful but deep and dark. The magicians in the legend all wear this kind of hat. "Finally, is anyone here?" when Fulan was wondering where the owner had gone, it seemed to answer his questions, and the hoarse voice came from the third floor of the highest floor. "Is that Mr. William? I'm Follain Friel, assistant prosecutor of the first court." "Damn it, I don't care who you are, as long as you are a living person, come to the top floor quickly, oh, I'm nearly crazy." the voice immediately became sharp, and the tone was filled with excitement. "Mr. William, the first court needs your assistance and is looking forward to your coming. Maybe the trivial things in the world are not as good as exploring in the vast magical world, but every employee of the first court and the citizens of Fedu will thank you very much." Fulan is still standing in place. He has made up his mind to leave as soon as he gets the message. He was deeply worried about the words "living man" and "nearly crazy". Is that master ready to use live experiments to pursue breakthroughs in the field of magic? "Need my help? God, before that, who is going to help me?" the magician complained a few words, and then suddenly cried, "please don't be afraid, although it's rumoured that the magicians are a group of freaks who like to use other people's lives to verify the effect of the magic, but I guarantee that the human body is the lowest experimental carrier, and I would rather call a little devil to achieve my goal." "There is a little trouble in my experiment. I need the help of another person. Please rest assured that it will not cause any harm to you. On the contrary, it will be a rare experience for ordinary people." "Before you come up, please open the cabinet. There is some food in it. Please give it to me. Damn it, I can't open it." With a restless mood, Fulan took out the hard rye bread in the cabinet according to the order and walked towards the top floor. After two turns of the spiral staircase, the appearance of the top floor appeared in front of Fulan. If it can be said that the following is deserted like a temporary residence for tramps, the top floor is like another world. On a dozen wide tables side by side, countless glass instruments are stacked, some are filled with red and green liquids, some are filled with copper powder, and some are even the tails of house lizard like creatures or the feathers of some birds. The curved glass tube connects the flask, beaker, dish tube, funnel and crucible into a group, and several groups are connected to each other into a large group. It seems that the experiment stopped in a very hurry, and the slag filtered from the funnel filter membrane has not yet been cleaned. The machine is made of metal, with mysterious symbols engraved on the side. It seems to be a heater device, which uses up all the fuel and makes a large group of jelly like things in the crucible solidify into a block. The mysterious atmosphere filled the room, but it was a bit destructive. Fulan saw the signs of the first court in the conspicuous places of the table and the closet beside the wall. Although he only stayed in the first court for two months, Fulan still heard many interesting anecdotes. "Furniture without reason" is one of them. The hand-made tables and chairs ordered from famous brand stores, and the bookshelves made of wood, often in a late night, it's like ice under the hot sun, disappearing without trace. This led to a large increase in the expenditure of the first court on updating equipment. The guards swore that they were never lazy to patrol. So, the strange talk of "furniture possessed by ghosts" gradually spread. Fulan thought, "I've found the truth." It's obviously the result of the master's taking advantage of his own business. However, how was the large table cabinet carried to the island in the sea without the eyes of the guards? Presumably, this is also the magic of magic. "I've never had a guest here, and I almost thought that I would be trapped in this form for a lifetime." the magician sighed happily and said, "please give me the bread. Hunger is a painful experience." The voice came from under the foot. When Fulan inquired about the past, there was a rat lying in the stack of books on the floor. The gray hairs, the sobbing beard, the green bean size sneaky eyes, and the long tail are bare and reddish. It's a grey mouse at a real price. When Fulan was a little flurried to put the food next to the mouse, it seemed that the mouse who had been hungry for a long time immediately devoured it, as if what he was chewing was not expired bread but fat intestines filled with meat soup. "It's so delicious, I never knew that the bread would be so delicious." the rat swallowed the last bit of dregs into his stomach and sighed with satisfaction, and his eyes the size of green beans narrowed comfortably into a slit. A mouse shows such a humanoid expression and can speak. Fulan felt that the whole world began to be untrue. "I really don't know how to express my gratitude. Now, please help me open the drawers with the label of" bone powder "in the third and sixth compartments of the closet, and take out some according to the proportion of one to one and put them into the crucible with" jelly "." Seeing that Fulan was hesitant, the mouse explained, "please believe that I am the William you are looking for, the honorary Wizard of the first court. Because of some kind of mistake, I am trapped in this damned body." "If you want to restore the original state, you have to extract an ointment, but I can't complete it with this shape, even the drawer of the closet can't reach it." said the mouse who claimed to be a magician. "Yes, after the material is put into the crucible, take up the bottle filled with black liquid next to the table, and pour the liquid into the heater under the crucible." seeing that Fulan acted according to the order, the magician pointed out, "don't directly ignite the fire oil, it will explode. You can find the nitrate powder on another table, which can inhibit the intensity of the fire oil, and won't let the temperature of the flame decrease." After the preparation work was completed, Fulan lit the heater, and the pure white flame suddenly came out. Soon, the frozen jelly in the crucible was bubbling and rolling. The smell is very bad. It's like the fertilizer fermented in the field. Fulan can't help the feeling of vomiting. Under the guidance of the magician, he put a piece of star chips into the pot. "You are very skilled, not like a novice?" the magician asked strangely with his head askew. "I also do some experiments in herbal medicine, which is a personal hobby," Fulan replied. "Oh, herbal medicine." there was a look of contempt on the magician's rat face, "but it's no wonder that, in the eyes of ordinary people, it's a profound knowledge." With the introduction of Stardust, the turbid liquid in the crucible gradually formed two distinct parts. The slag at the bottom is gray and the slime floating on the top is a layer of transparent slime. "Now use a mesh to filter the residue, and wait for half an hour. After the slime condenses into a green paste, I can return to my original shape." "Mr. William, what experiment are you doing? You can turn yourself into a mouse." Fulan asked curiously while filtering, "is this the legendary transfiguration? It's amazing." "God, you really don't know what you're talking about. You actually said that this great achievement is transfiguration? After all, it's ordinary people. If it was another magician, he would have been so surprised that even his eyes flew out." the tone of the magician was full of pride. Fulan was a bit confused. "Although I didn't touch the mystery of the magic world before, but in the hearsay, isn't metamorphosis a magic that can become any animal?" "metamorphosis is just a level two magic that can be broken by any mage who releases magic, and can only change the appearance simply." the magician patiently explained, "have you heard of Druid?" "I once heard in the propaganda of the holy see that they were a group of heretics who called themselves wild animals. It is said that they even look like wild animals, and even mate with wild animals to reproduce." "Oh, don't mention the damn holy see. Apart from making rumors, what would those bishops do?" the magician said bitterly, "anyone in their eyes is a heretic. Even if the magician summons a little monster like a skeleton, it will be said that he has dedicated his soul to the devil." "Although the natural magic of Druid is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the mage, their transformation itself is beyond the mage. A Druid elder can even change into a giant dragon, and retain the skills such as spitting and dragon power that only a real dragon can display. The road to the end of the oak tree has its unique features." "For ten years, I've been imitating Druid's talent and trying to create a really powerful transfiguration. My research finally made a breakthrough earlier. Although it can only become weak creatures such as rats and toads for the time being, even the real eye of the Paladin can't lift the Transfiguration." "But it almost hurt me. Half a month ago, when I found that I could use magic to imitate some low-level Druid deformation skills, I couldn't wait to cast the magic, and then, as expected, I became a rat, a real rat, with agile running, outstanding hearing and micro vision than human beings." "I galloped in the tower, fully experiencing the world through the perception of mice. When I wanted to recover human body after exhaustion, I regretted that I forgot to allocate the media needed for reduction in advance." "Please accept my thanks again. If you didn't come in time, I would have to live by eating wood." There was a smile on the corner of the magician's mouth, but in Fran's eyes, a mouse that smiled like a human was a bit creepy. "Dear Fulan, you have won the friendship of a magician, but if you want to maintain this friendship, please don't tell others what you see today. Only when you can become a powerful creature such as a Tauren and a scorpion lion can my research be useful. Otherwise, I will be ridiculed as a strange man who spent ten years studying how to become a rat." "Of course, please believe the mouth of a prosecutor," Fulan said. The transparent mucus in the crucible has cooled, showing green light, and the original disgusting smell has also turned into a light fragrance. "I can't meditate in a non-human state, but the magic has been consumed in the previous experiments, and I can barely perform a reduction." the magician said, jumping into the pot, rolling in it, and then jumping back to the ground. The action was flexible. The syllable is weird, and the sentence that can't recognize its meaning is slowly and elegantly spewed from the magician's mouth. Even the naked eye can see that the air seems to be a film that can be seen and touched, and it is distorted and dense around the magician's mouse body. Fulan is surprised to see that a mouse has gradually become a human. This experience is really hard to feel once in a lifetime. It was a middle-aged man of about forty years old, with a moustache. He was naked, pale, and his lips were bloodless. This was not the noble's annual luxury. His skin color was white enough to see the blue blood vessels. It was obviously a malnutrition caused by long-term neglect of diet. The magician comfortably stretched his waist and combed his dirty hair with his fingers. Just wanted to walk on a few steps, he bumped and fell on the ground. "Damn it, I forgot how to walk with two legs." the magician complained angrily. "Mr. William, maybe I can have the honor to invite you to dinner. Well, according to the current situation, it should be a late night." Fulan reached out to help the mage get up, "of course, you can wash first, and then put on a suit. I will wait for you outside the tower." Out of the tower, the stars twinkled like fine gemstones in the night sky. Under the moonlight, the dark blue shimmering that could not see the end twinkled. The humid sea wind blows, making Fulan feel very comfortable. "Master, are you finally coming out?" with a little cry in the voice, the fisherman kept his promise to dock the boat on the bank, and I don't know how long he has been waiting. "If he knew that there would be a real magician on the fishing boat, what would be his expression?" Fulan looked at the fisherman and thought with regret.