Chapter 11: Chapter 9 White Phosphorus Fire and Spell Slots
Lynn focused intently, simultaneously expelling the air around the red phosphorus as much as possible while using the principle of accelerating molecular movent to raise the temperature.
After more than ten seconds, wisps of white vapor floated out, gathered together under the constraint of magic power, and then quickly cooled and solidified into a semi-transparent yellow powder.
This was White Phosphorus!
Knowing the terror of this substance, Lynn dared not touch it with his hands. He held his breath the entire ti, maintaining the Mage’s Hand, and placed the collected white phosphorus into the bag that originally held the Embers of Red Fire.
This storage bag, specifically used for storing magical materials, had an excellent insulating effect, effectively preventing the sudden spontaneous combustion of white phosphorus…
After doing all this, fine beads of sweat had already ford on Lynn’s forehead.
Completing such a complicated procedure was sowhat strenuous for Lynn, who was still a wizard apprentice. If not for the spirit fusion during the transmigration that had greatly enhanced his control over magic power, this attempt would likely have ended in failure.
Luckily, everything went as he had anticipated.
Placing the storage bag properly, Lynn recalled the terrifying scene of the blazing fire of white phosphorus burning the ground in his mory, involuntarily shivering.
“Just hope there’s no need to use it…”
Growing up in an era of peace, Lynn still held deep reverence for life. However, he also knew that in this otherworld where human lives were as cheap as grass, in order to protect himself, he could only let others die while he remained alive…
“071!” After everything was done, Lynn silently called out in his mind.
Since the intelligent brain was forcibly shut down five days ago, this had beco his daily routine.
Obviously, there was no response this ti either.
If not for the magic power in his body slowly diminishing to supply energy to the intelligent brain, Lynn would have suspected that 071 had vanished completely.
The intelligent brain was his important reliance for survival in this strange world. Just by connecting to the neural network to greatly enhance his thinking capacity, it was enough to get him out of many crises.
Not to ntion that in that special state, he could convert magic power into elents and cast spells without preparing materials in advance.
Recalling the scene of his ntor Kro casting the second-circle spell Group Frost Blades, Lynn vaguely guessed that the ability to convert magic power into elents might be the key distinction between a wizard apprentice and a formal wizard!
He was quite sure that Carl, as an apprentice, absolutely couldn’t achieve this. There was no related mory in his mind. It was likely after the transmigration and the spirit fusion, plus the assistance of the intelligent brain, that briefly broke through this barrier…
Lynn pondered as he entered ditation, and the magical world of elents reappeared before his “eyes.”
However, at this mont, Lynn’s attention was already focused on the strange rune suspended in his sea of consciousness.
The interior of the strange rune consisted of countless tiny dots and lines arranged in a very special manner, looking intricate and full of beauty.
Testingly, Lynn touched it with his spiritual power, and the rune instantly lit up.
Imdiately, Lynn sensed a tenth of his magic power diminish at that mont. When he opened his eyes, a diamond-shaped Frost Blade hovered in his palm.
“This is sowhat like… spell slots?”
Rubbing his chin, Lynn quickly recalled the spell slots ntioned in the book “Elental Analysis.”
It was also a capability of formal wizards, significantly enhancing their casting speed.
In general, the process of constructing spell slots was a bit like programming work in the past, setting various paraters in advance and then pressing the confirm button when needed to imdiately output the result.
Thus, the arrangent of this rune probably indicated: one part oxygen two parts hydrogen reducing the molecular motion speed special configuration = Frost Blade?
Hmm, one had to admit, it was very scientific!
Lynn tried several other spells with interest, but unexpectedly, no new spell slots ford.
After so thought, Lynn quickly guessed the reason. To construct the corresponding spell slots, one probably needed to perform a complete casting of a first-circle spell without the aid of casting materials.
With this in mind, Lynn could only temporarily abandon the plan to further solidify spell slots. Without the support of the intelligent brain, there was still a considerable gap between him and a formal wizard.
Lynn looked up at the sky outside, thinking it was about ti to et those wizard apprentices…
Today was Monday, the last agreed-upon day!
…
The Drunkard Tavern was located in the most bustling area of Wuer Town.
If it weren’t for following the secret marks all the way here, Lynn could not have imagined that Johnny would choose this place for the eting.
And seventeen coppers was precisely the price of a cup of ancient rum!
Was this a case of hiding in plain sight?
Lynn muttered to himself, but as soon as he pushed open the door, he couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose.
As a gathering place for the lower class, the interior of the Drunkard Tavern was bustling. The rising fireplace drove away the night chill, and the space, no more than a hundred square ters, was packed to the brim… The wooden floor was stained with liquor and vomit, and a strong stench almost knocked Lynn out.
At the long table near the entrance of the tavern, a drunken halfling imdiately spotted the entering Lynn. Seeing the young face and noting that he was a stranger, the halfling maliciously shouted out.
“Hey, kid, why don’t you co over and have a drink?”
Lynn turned his head, scrutinizing the drunken halfling with a probing gaze.
Halflings were unique to this continent. They were not called this because they had only half a body but due to their small stature, roughly half the height of an adult, resembling dwarves.
However, these beings were not the result of genetic defects but an entirely different race. Halflings were strong, with muscles seemingly gifted by nature, much like the dwarfs in Western fantasy works of his past life.
One could only wonder what the halflings’ physical structure and genetic composition were like and how they differed from humans.
As a data archivist by nature, Lynn’s curiosity surged…
Under Lynn’s scrutinizing gaze, the drunken halfling shivered involuntarily, feeling a chill run from his feet to his heart.
Five years ago, in the Nordland Territory, he had once t the infamous Skullcutter Luke.
That was a vicious thug who delighted in dismbering people.
Lynn’s gaze was eerily similar to Luke’s back then, as if the halfling were rely a corpse waiting to be dissected…
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