The Strongest Magician of Gods

"Go and see"

Mo Bei excitedly got up, pulled open the hall door, and went out.

The courtyard was small, and a low house came into view next to the dilapidated building.

Mo Bei looked at it for a moment, then lowered his head to think, before pulling a bunch of keys from his waist.

He stepped forward; it had been too long, and his memory was a bit hazy. Mo Bei took out his keys and tried them one by one.

A sword-shaped key was inserted into the lock and twisted.

"Not this one, try again."

Mo Bei pursed his lips and switched to another game several times.

"click"

With the sound of a lock being opened, the garage door finally opened.

At first glance, it was gray and looked rather old, covered with a thick layer of dust, indicating that it hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

Given the original owner's personality, such an appearance was perfectly normal.

"trouble"

Mo Bei looked at the car door, then hesitated again, the dozens of keys in his hand dangling incessantly.

"No way." Mo Bei shrugged and tried again with a bunch of keys.

After trying more than a dozen times, the car door opened; the key was the one that looked like a sword.

Mo Bei climbed into the car and noticed that the interior was quite old. He tried it out, inserted the sword-shaped key, and then mentally reviewed the functions of the various devices in the car. His somewhat clumsy hands slowly gripped the steering wheel.

"Not bad, just a little broken," Mo Bei nodded.

After that, Mo Bei pressed the clutch and put the car in neutral; he turned the key and the car started with a roar; he turned on the left turn signal; with his foot on the clutch, he gently shifted into first gear; then he released the handbrake; he gently released the clutch and slowly accelerated, and the car rumbled and slowly drove out of the garage.

After leaving the garage and entering the yard, Mo Bei lightly tapped the brake with his right foot to gradually slow the car down, then slowly pressed the clutch all the way down before slamming on the brake. Once the car stopped, Mo Bei shifted into neutral, pulled the handbrake, and then opened the door and sped away.

As his driving skills gradually improved, Mo Bei thought to himself, but then, looking at the dust-covered car exterior, he was once again engulfed in a frenzy of curses.

"My life is miserable" and "I'm doomed"

Finally, Mo Bei finished cleaning, and the sun outside was gradually turning red.

"After taking a stroll and filling up with oil, I wonder what the magical continent looks like under the starry night."

Mo Bei smiled, took several dozen silver coins, and as the car started, cold wind whistled out of the windows on both sides.

A chilly wind blew in from the window. Mo Bei looked around, searching for something, but when he looked at the car door, he was instantly filled with despair.

"No choice, keep shaking!"

Mo Bei pursed her lips, reluctantly reached for the car door, and slowly rolled up the window.

This car was the most dilapidated he had ever driven, but that's just the premise.

"Huff huff"

Without the aid of magic, Mo Bei drove along the wide road, the tall buildings on both sides leaving blurry afterimages.

Cars sped along the road one after another, and pedestrians, dressed in clean clothes, wiped the sweat from their foreheads.

The town is bustling. Although it's called a town, its size is comparable to a first-tier city in my previous life. There's a constant flow of people, and billboards line both sides of the street.

In this world of magic, the lives of ordinary people seem even more arduous and helpless.

After passing through the main streets, a huge fountain covers the center of the town's large square.

Beside that enormous fountain stood seven colossal statues of magicians, each over a hundred feet tall.

Those statues of magicians are ancient buildings from a thousand years ago. A thousand years ago, this place was the capital of the Austin Magic Kingdom.

As the sun sets, the sky is ablaze with fiery clouds.

Mo Bei parked the car, opened the door, and slowly walked into the square.

There were fewer people here; a few mischievous children were laughing and joking, or filling bottles with water and splashing it at the other children, the space filled with endless laughter.

The innocent laughter of children is always carefree, and Mo Bei was mesmerized by such a scene.

In the distance, an older boy was carrying a huge load, sweating profusely, his face flushed with exhaustion.

"You brat, hurry up, hurry up! If you deliver on time, the foreman will give you three extra copper coins today, enough for you and your brother to have a bowl of wonton noodles."

A burly man came over, his face beaming with joy. Three copper coins could buy a pound of monster meat in the town.

"Yes, yes, I will definitely deliver it on time."

The boy was reserved, and you could tell he had read some books. He looked shy, around eleven or twelve years old.

"Hehe, the foreman finally had a change of heart today. After being exploited by him for so long, we can finally get a taste of what he has to offer. I heard that the little girl in his family has magical talent. The foreman is overjoyed. Having magical talent makes things different from us. As long as she graduates, she can easily earn five gold coins a month. She might even be able to join a magic guild, or even become a mercenary and never have to worry about food or drink. I'm so envious! You brat, if only you had magical talent, your parents would be laughing in the underworld." The burly man joked.

Upon hearing this, the boy, drenched in sweat, chuckled foolishly without uttering a sound, as if he harbored a deep-seated conviction that he could not share with anyone.

Mo Bei watched the two leave quietly from a distance, and his respect for the magician grew a little stronger.

The most important thing on the magical continent is, of course, magic. Magicians protect ordinary people. In this world, it is very common to sell children. Some parents, after detecting that their children have magical physiques, often sell their children into mercenary groups and large merchant groups for the sake of a better birth, so that they can receive a better magical education.

In the vast square, there were also the storefronts of several magic tutoring classes.

Behind these stores are the support of mercenary groups and large merchant groups.

The ability to cultivate magic is innate; a magical constitution is formed within a child from birth, a talent possessed from birth.

Some are awakened, while others are not. The unawakened state of Mo Beilei's power is actually very rare in the magical world.

Only those with a magical physique can cultivate meditation techniques, and most of the meditation techniques circulating outside are in the hands of mercenary groups and large merchant groups.

In this way, even if a commoner has a magical constitution, they will still have to spend a lot of money to buy meditation techniques.

With meditation comes the need for guidance. Some commoners simply cannot afford to hire a private magician to tutor their children, so they can only send them to magic tutoring classes to learn magic.

Awakening one's magical physique and learning meditation are only the first steps to becoming a magician. Once one has accumulated enough power through meditation, one must open up a magical source. Opening up a magical source is extremely dangerous, which makes the guidance of a magic mentor even more necessary.

The business opportunities here are limitless. Each meditation manual is a valuable resource, and the price of each manual ranges from low to high, roughly between one gold coin and five hundred thousand gold coins. The fire technique that Mo Bei learned is only a mid-level meditation manual, which the fat monk bought from the store for more than two hundred thousand gold coins back then.