Half-elf Notebook

Ina seemed to be accustomed to it, not feeling panic or fear at all. She picked up her coat and put it on, muttering to herself:

"The distance is about two meters. If it's further away, even if I sense it, I won't be able to summon magic power... A degraded "magician's hand"?"

While confirming the ability she had obtained, she moved to the closet to change out of her pajamas.

I added a blue vest with a small hat.

The vision just now was caused by herself.

Regional magic control is the specialty of high-level magicians and is also the most basic of the basics.

Just like a warrior who has entered the bronze level learns how to inject fighting spirit into objects through his own body, achieving the ability to enhance hardness, sharpen the sword edge, and cause explosions.

Magicians use spiritual power to control the magic in nature.

Greatly reduce your own magic power consumption, increase magic power, or simply - crush the enemy.

As for Ina, she can use her magic to suffocate an adventurer below the bronze rank instantly.

Of course, the ability itself is not without its drawbacks.

After all, the essence of regional magic control is still to control magic.

In an environment with abundant magic power, whether natural or artificially created, nature is more powerful.

But in places with less magic power, it will be greatly weakened.

The range is also limited by the strength of her mental power, and her limit is two meters.

Beyond this range, the magic power that was originally in effect will also get out of control.

Simply put, it's either that he can't move, or that Ina is killed instantly.

The enemy can simply retreat and escape before this period.

After all, it is an accessory that expands the magician's abilities.

Ina was not disappointed.

The half-elf girl, wearing a warm vest, a black fur coat, a pair of plush hunting trousers, and deerskin shoes, used a thin string to tie her shoulder-length hair into a ponytail.

She was ready to go hunting, and although it hadn't been a week, her injuries were almost healed.

After two months of being in a daze, she has to work hard to catch up at the end of the hunting season!

After making money, there is plenty of time to rest!

Ina encouraged herself while she was still sleepy.

I went downstairs to the hall, but there was no sign of Rick in the cold room.

As she opened the locker and took out the straight sword, she caught a glimpse of something faintly reflecting light on the dining table from the corner of her eye.

There were five gold coins and a piece of paper with a few words written on it.

"I saved some money, remember to spend it sparingly."

"And... have fun with the Hunting Season Celebration, little one."

"Who would spend money recklessly? It makes me not know whether to go hunting or not..." Ina pursed her lips and showed a faint smile.

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East District, Fourth Commercial Street

Rick returned to the street having just picked up weapons and some projectiles from his trusted blacksmith shop.

Not all weapons mixed with magical materials can be called magical weapons.

Those without engraved runes and magic stripes are not included.

Rick has a lot of similar weapons in his collection.

Although there is no powerful, convenient magic.

As the basic performance of a supernatural weapon, its energy output rate is not outstanding among low-level magical weapons.

But its advantage is that it is durable and won’t let down when chopping people.

Magical weapons are also durable and much more durable than ordinary magic items.

But it is still something that magicians play with.

Once the runes and stripes become ineffective, they are no different from weapons mixed with magical materials.

The point is that it is expensive and cannot be repaired.

The weapons that Rick commissioned to be repaired were different. Any blacksmith with good craftsmanship could repair them.

Compared to the magical weapons whose craftsmanship is gradually becoming more perfect based on the technology of goblins and elves and the summary of magical theory.

Like steel, this craft actually originated from humans themselves.

But you can beat steel into a flintlock, but you can't beat it into a shield that can protect against pyrotechnics.

Suddenly, it was like a young forest deer being stared at by a snow wolf.

Every pore of Rick's body trembled.

The danger perception unique to the Silver Rank kept warning him.

The fighting breath stimulates the muscles, making them tense in an instant.

He could feel his heartbeat speeding up and his body trembling with fear.

The burst of fighting breath raised up fine dust all around.

A shallow pit half a foot deep was directly pressed under Rick's feet!

Pedestrians stepped back one after another, their eyes filled with fear and respect for Rick.

Before I even moved, the ground sank half a foot.

This is not something that ordinary people can do, and those who have such strength are all famous and powerful.

Rick ignored the looks of others. His experience in battle had taught him that the slightest distraction at this moment would cost him his life.

Compared to now, hunting seventh-level monsters is like traveling.

He subconsciously bent his body and pressed the hilt of the sword with his right hand.

But even so, it didn't bring Rick any peace of mind.

The breath rises and the perception ability is pushed to the peak.

He is like the eye of a storm, like a green leaf on a lake.

Within 100 meters.

Whether it is a carriage moving farther and farther away, the swaying of human limbs, the flapping of bird wings, or a drop of water sliding silently from a table in a street shop to the ground.

Everything is in full view.

Rick stared at the man and woman in front of him, with cold sweat on his forehead.

It was like standing face to face with a ferocious beast.

The sword in his hand slowly came out half an inch, and the breath of war flowed from the silver-white sword.

On the other hand, the two people walking seemed to turn a blind eye to this.

Under the astonished gaze of everyone, he walked towards Rick without any pause.

It was completely different from the crowd who were afraid of being affected by the lake and deliberately retreated, and was particularly eye-catching.

Five meters, three meters, two meters, one meter...

As expected and unexpected, the three of them passed each other but did not fight.

The crowd made way for a man and a woman, who gradually walked away and finally disappeared in the noisy crowd.

Seeing that there was nothing to see, the audience left, leaving Rick standing there motionless.

Of course, no one dared to point fingers or make sarcastic comments, they just communicated in low voices.

The power displayed by Rick told them silently.

Its owner has plenty of ways to make them die quietly.

Not until the two men completely disappeared from his perception did Rick stand up straight and look back with a grim expression.

"Why...are pure-blooded elves of the gold and hero ranks here?"

He muttered to himself as he walked along the street which was the same as usual.

The long sword he was holding tightly in his hand had become reduced to just the hilt, and the broken end was smooth, like a carefully polished silver ornament.

The reflected white light made Rick feel colder than any ice.

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"Interesting. I didn't expect that such a small border town would have two high-ranking envoys... In the human race, it should be called the silver rank?" The elven woman with a delicate face and a charming figure lowered her body slightly, tilted her head and said jokingly:

"This country doesn't seem as weak as it looks. Fizerei, the guy just now was quite powerful. Do you think he can survive five moves from me?"