A Man in Another World: The Yellow-Haired Warrior Who Infiltrated Pure Love

"Do you remember that talisman? The one I just tossed you to play with."

"I remember, there it is, over there."

Michael pointed to the skirts folded on the lawn.

"I put it inside my clothes."

"The skirt has pockets?"

Yuan Hua walked to the side of the skirt, lifted it up, and the talisman immediately fell out.

"There are no pockets, I mean it's tucked inside."

Michael stepped down from the stone platform and came to Yuan Hua's side.

"This is just right for you. It's a low-level alchemical tool that doesn't consume much energy and has decent power."

Yuan Hua held the talisman facing forward, channeling his spiritual power into it and quickly activating it.

"Although I've never used this thing, I've seen it in books. It's usually used to deal with heavily armored soldiers. The method of making it has been lost. However, there are some imitations on the market, but they're not very powerful and require mental energy to activate, so ordinary people can't use them at all."

As soon as he finished speaking, a laser beam shot out from the front of the talisman, piercing straight through the boulder without making a sound.

"So this thing is an old artifact, older than both of us combined."

"So long?"

When Michael saw Yuan Hua hand over the talisman, he raised his hands to receive it.

"I just redraw the magic circle inside; it should last you a long time."

Yuan Hua looked behind him, then plopped down on the ground.

"Let's get down to business. You should be able to use the Fireball and Ground Spike spells I taught you before without any problems."

"it is ready."

Michael pointed his hand at the ground beside him, and bamboo shoot-sized spikes popped out with a "bang".

"Yes, the speed meets the standard."

Yuan Hua finally seemed a bit more energetic.

"In that case, I'll teach you some more powerful techniques, but before that, I need to ask you a question, just to go through the motions."

“Master, please speak.”

Michael stood upright, like a well-behaved student.

"Why do you study magic?"

Although this wasn't important to Yuan Hua, he felt something was missing if he didn't ask the question.

"To protect myself, for...for a better life?"

Michael wasn't entirely sure either...

"Well, okay."

Yuan Hua nodded.

"Having a goal is better than not knowing what you should do at all."

"Next, I will teach you a second-tier spell with extremely destructive power."

"Yanlang".

……

"Take it easy, don't set the grassland on fire. I've already given you access to this darkroom, so practice your magic here."

"Good good!"

"Okay, I'll go back to my room first. You can practice slowly."

After saying this, Yuan Hua left the darkroom, leaving Michael alone to practice...

"..."

Seeing Yuan Hua leave the darkroom, Michael turned his attention back to the staff in his hand...

"The difference is huge. Although the consumption of second-tier magic is three or four times that of first-tier magic, its power is enough to take a person's life."

Michael looked at the staff in his hand...

"Wow, this staff can actually speed up the formation of my magic circle and reduce the consumption a lot. As a result, the difficulty of forming the magic circle is reduced, and the casting speed and number of castings will also increase accordingly."

"The key point is that its power has also been greatly enhanced..."

"Aww... Master is so good to me..."

Ok……

I have to say, this girl is really easy to fool.

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Chapter 304 What to do in the middle of the night? Pick up princesses.

It was almost midnight when Terra finally returned carrying her load, her face etched with exhaustion.

Yuan Hua and Michael had just finished dinner.

"You're back a bit late."

Yuan Hua turned his head and glanced at Michael, who was stunned for a moment before getting Terra a bowl of rice as well.

"Well, don't even mention it. We're in such a remote and impoverished place, we can't find any good painters at all. As I was talking, he kept getting inexplicably angry."

"What the hell are you talking about? Why are you making so many demands? If you're so good, why don't you draw it yourself!"

Terra scratched her head in frustration...

"His image editing speed is incredibly slow, and he has a terrible temper. I don't know what he's thinking..."

"I figured my job was just to point things out, right? The point is... I was actually intimidated by him back then?"

"This……"

Yuan Hua couldn't help but smile...

Isn't this a typical art student? Of course, I'm referring to the battle-damaged version of an art student.

(P.S.: This generally refers to those who are driven crazy by their homework and are in a bad mental state. Their drawings become abstract as they go along. I was also driven crazy by my art homework once. I had to do more than 40 sketches and three oil paintings in two weeks.)

"Let's eat. It's all in the past now. Let's not bring up these sad things. Hey! What are you doing?!"

Yuan Hua nearly screamed!

"Put your hand down!"

"what?"

Michael paused for a moment, then turned to look at Yuan Hua.

"What are you going to do???"

Yuan Hua stared intently at Michael…

"Use fireball to heat the soup."

Michael blinked...

"Can't you?"

"What's the stove for? You're going to heat it up with a fireball spell???"

Yuan Hua stared intently at Michael.

"I was wondering if this would be faster?"

Michael innocently withdrew his hand...

"Although it's a first-tier spell, the temperature of Fireball is definitely higher than that of a simmering fire on a stove."

Yuan Hua stood up and took the small pot from Michael's hand.

"Try roasting it with a fireball spell, or it will pop open."

"I don't dare anymore."

Michael promptly withdrew his hand.

"Don't start showing off as soon as you learn a new trick, okay?"

Yuan Hua looked at Michael with a warning expression.

"I won't do it again, I promise I won't. I'm a dog if I lie."

Michael hid his hands behind his back and shook his head vigorously.

Even a dog wouldn't be this stupid.

Terra: Yuan Hua is right, Yuan Hua is absolutely right...

"It's delicious. Although it's a bit cold, it's the best meal I've ever had."

Terra shoveled large mouthfuls of food from the plate into her mouth.

"Michael's food smells really good...hehe..."

Yuan Hua, who was in charge of cooking: Are you being polite?

"I'll wash the dishes later. You've already finished eating and even made dinner for me, so leave the washing to me."

Terra stretched her shoulders and felt much more energetic.

"I didn't eat lunch, I'm starving."

"Don't they provide meals over there?"

Yuan Hua placed his bowl and chopsticks on the table.

"No, Mr. Capon forgot to tell his wife to make an extra portion. I didn't want to trouble him, so I said I'd just grab a bite next door. He offered to treat me, but I declined. I was just about to eat when the artist showed up..."

Thinking about all this made Terra even more depressed...