I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

Chapter 37 The big-hearted girl Leanne

Arcane is the crystallization of wisdom that the wizards are proud of.

Legend has it that in ancient times, the magic goddess Mystra built the "Magic Network" for all mages in all planes.

A wizard who wants to cast arcane spells only needs to select the spells recorded on the magic web one day in advance, engrave them in his memory, and he can cast the spells the next day.

This is very friendly to research mages who like to develop new spells.

When a new spell is developed and registered on the Magic Net, the Mystra Temples in all planes will be automatically updated synchronously.

Simple and convenient, plug and play.

Unfortunately, as the gods fought each other in the Middle Ages, Mystra became very unhappy with the gods attacking each other.

When persuasion failed for a long time, he simply threw a tantrum and disappeared without a trace.

However, the magic net was preserved intact.

All the basic functions are still there, except that self-created spells can no longer be spread quickly.

This also made the various mage towers and mage institutions active again - registering spells.

Because of this, the naming of new spells began to deviate more and more.

For spells before the Middle Ages, the goddess of magic would not care whether you had the right to authorship or not.

What? You want to call it [Raistlin's Ultra-cold Linear Energy Shot]?

No way! Just call it [Freeze Ray]!

After Mistra skipped work, the Mage Organization was not as strong, or it could not be as strong.

After all, those who can develop new spells are basically the big guys.

No matter if the name is nice or not, I just want to be called [Caramon's Stinky Socks].

What? You won't allow me to do that? Be careful or I'll tear down your mage tower.

Of course, most mages still have the dignity to not give their spells overly exaggerated names.

But this still can't stop the names of new spells from becoming more and more off-the-beaten-path.

For example, the name "Fossils into Mud" is not appropriate at all.

To be more precise, it should be the transformation of inanimate matter into non-Newtonian liquid.

This first-ring arcane spell was created by "downgrading" the third-ring arcane spell [Magic Shaping]. It can be said to be a beggar's version of [Magic Shaping].

The original spell dissolves the substance first, then transforms it into various shapes according to the caster's will, and then activates the second half of the spell to reshape the substance.

The only effect left in the beggar's version is the one at the beginning - dissolving the substance.

Of course, this effect is only temporary.

After the spell ends, these substances will still slowly condense. Compared with the original version, the condensation speed is slow and there is no way to shape them in the middle.

Given the arrogance of the mages, they naturally think it is useless.

But for a certain dog-licking researcher, this spell is of great use.

Water flooding test, closed test, zero-gravity test... this spell has endless uses.

The spell that Alvin cast at the other wall was the leftover [Fossils to Mud] scroll of a certain bootlicker.

"Well, you will just starve to death with me.

Oh, by the way, after Lati merged with the experimental subject, she said that [Subsidence] was coming to an end.

We two shouldn’t live long enough to starve to death…”

……

Lian, who was thrown somewhere unknown by the teleportation zone, was moving forward carefully along the stone wall next to her.

Strictly speaking, what she meant by being cautious was that she took smaller steps than usual - after all, she was a carefree girl.

Unlike her sister, Lian had a poor aptitude for learning divine arts, and up to now she could only barely master the second-level divine arts.

Senna, who was much younger than her sister, was not as talented in magic as her sister. She had already started to learn the three-ring magic.

Even the pervert who just came... Never mind, I can't compare myself with a pervert.

In fact, Lian was very worried about her talent very early on.

The half-elf girl has always believed that she is just a "free gift" from the buy-one-get-one-free deal of Archbishop Bol, because she still cannot recite the doctrine completely.

Many times, Bol found the little half-elf practicing alone late at night.

Later, before Archbishop Bol rushed to the northern area of the Gray Forest, he accidentally met a team of Harpers from the headquarters - a group of druid spellcasters who were also part-time warriors.

The short girl was immediately fascinated by these older brothers and sisters who were skilled in martial arts and magic.

She began to try to embark on the path of a warrior, and was very lucky that a harpist accepted Paul's invitation to teach the little girl martial arts.

Unfortunately, this harpist was not a half-elf who was good at agile combat, but a human shield warrior.

The little girl showed her extraordinary talent in mastering sword and shield weapons, and she was also very hardworking.

In less than half a year, his warrior skills caught up with the druid level and he became a reserve harpist.

To reward the little girl's diligence, the harpist gave Lian his former magic weapon, a transformable scepter that could be transformed into a variety of weapons.

Lian has now activated the scimitar form of this short wooden staff. She holds the round shield in her left hand in front of her body, and the blade sticks out from the edge of the round shield, pressing against the neck of a creature.

"Stop! Evil Skeleton Monster!

Otherwise, Lian will chop off your head!"

The "skeleton monster" that Lian held the machete against was just a skeleton, for the time being, its bones were very clean, without any trace of decay or muscle tissue left;

The blue soul fire flickered in her eye sockets, which looked much more dazzling than Frey Starsong's soul fire;

Even in the dim light now, Lian could see that the bones of the skeleton were clean and white, as if they had been scrubbed many times.

The only difference from ordinary skeleton monsters is that this guy is wearing a nice robe, white.

"Let me see, oh! A little half-elf...

Is it no longer popular to use spells to determine alignment?

How do you know I'm an evil undead?"

The sound was like an old bellows being pulled.

The little girl tilted her head, looked at the skeleton creature carefully again, and answered very seriously.

“Sister Frey is so pretty, so she is a good undead;

You are so ugly, you must be bad!"

"..."

After an awkward silence, the skeleton monster suddenly burst into laughter.