I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 115 Five Fireball Cult

"How did you do that?"

Wilder blurted it out, then immediately regretted it.

"That's a complicated matter."

Baggins's rather radiant face clearly indicated that he was about to launch into a long discourse: "First, use a milky white mineral pigment that is not easy to fade, apply it evenly and thinly to the base material of this staff, let each layer dry completely, and then layer on top of it until the original light brown is completely covered—"

"Then, using a specially made ultra-fine ink brush, the natural grain patterns, varying in density, are meticulously outlined following the original texture of the hazel wood —"

"Finally, the obsidian crystals were soaked in a purple dye extracted from sappanwood. This step would normally take more than two days, but I used a little-known catalytic solution—"

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"Mr. Baggins! Stop talking!"

Wilder, his eyelids drooping, used his last ounce of willpower to say, "What if I learn this if you keep talking? Wouldn't that steal your business?"

You're right.

Baggins had already noticed how sleepy Wilder was, and said with a smile, "Go back to sleep, and try the staff again when you wake up."

Thanks.

"It's nothing."

Baggins waved his hand. "No one can tell this is the original staff now, but you'll have to come up with a plausible origin for it."

"I told you I bought it from Zhulingbaozhai. I don't know where Mr. Baggins found it."

Baggins: "————"

"Hurry up and go! Don't say you were here!" he said with a laugh.

Wilder bid farewell to the Spirit Forging Shop and returned directly to the Colt Inn.

He was so tired that he staggered up to the second floor, returned to his room like a drunkard, collapsed onto the bed, and quickly fell asleep.

Wilder wasn't sure if he was woken up by hunger or by the noise downstairs.

8 PM.

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It was the busiest time for the tavern on the first floor.

Wilder looked around but didn't see Talia. She must have gone to have dinner with Martha.

He found a single table and sat down, asking Ella to order a set meal with roasted pork ribs.

"Ella, did anyone leave a message for me at the hotel today?"

After ordering, he casually asked...

No.

Ella raised her snow-white chin and thought carefully, "The warrior with the round shield who I always looked for for you never showed up."

"I see."

Wilder said, "Thank you."

"fine."

Ella looked at his handsome and charming face, pursed her lips, and still didn't say anything.

Five gold coins —

Although it's expensive, it's worth it.

After dinner, Wilder went out of the store for a stroll.

In this world before the Industrial Revolution, especially in the remote and unfashionable town of Ironweave, nightlife was pitifully monotonous.

Most of the shops on both sides of the street were closed. Some shop owners were already asleep, while those who were still awake had slipped into nearby taverns.

Aside from drinking, there's not much else to do here.

Wilder strolled around for about half an hour, and when the gentle night breeze had completely dispelled the fatigue from staying up all night, he returned to the Colt Inn.

Back in his room on the second floor, he sat cross-legged on the wooden bed and placed the two staffs he had brought back from the Spirit Forging Hall in front of him.

Baggins's term "dual-wielding".

Is it really possible?

As Mentor Hollen mentioned, in battle, mages typically use one hand to cast low-level spells that reduce mana to create an effect, while using the other hand to prepare a high-level spell with their staff to deliver a fatal blow.

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To do two things at once.

It should be possible.

He picked up the oak staff with his left hand and the hazel staff with his right, raising them above his head.

He then channeled his magical power into the crystals on both sides of his staff.

Having honed his skills through the complexities of level three spells, his control over mana is now masterful, making such simple diversions easy for him.

The two streams of magical power flowed smoothly and evenly into the crystal.

Wilder began to outline two distinct spells.

[Quick Friendship] and [Fireball]

They are all the most complex level 3 spells, and from completely different factions.

Two seconds later, the priest crystal at the top of the oak staff lit up, casting a dark red glow on half of Wilder's face.

Four more seconds passed.

The pale purple crystal at the top of the hazelwood staff also lit up, making the other half of his face appear purple.

There were no mirrors in the rudimentary rooms of the Colt Inn, so Wilde couldn't see his own face.

Therefore, he missed seeing his own face reflected in the two different colors, his handsome and youthful face appearing eerie like a succubus.

At this moment, he felt only pure excitement as a mage.

Become!

It can indeed be cast simultaneously.

In that case, perhaps I should learn more combination spells, such as the most basic ones I've already mastered: [Greasy Spell] and [Burning Hand].

This is getting more and more interesting.

Compared to his previous life where he could only wreak havoc on a two-dimensional screen, in this world, Wilder can feel the real impact of mastering magic.

The flow of magic, the exquisite structure, and the scorching aura all filled him with excitement.

I really want to find an honest monster to practice on.

For example, the kobolds.

However, Cyrion didn't come to the store to leave a message today, which means the team will rest tomorrow.

Wilder felt a pang of regret, but also a sense of bewilderment.

Well----

When he first came into this world, he originally planned to work as a civil servant in the association.

He worked hard to advance to the novice mage level and actively participated in association missions, all in order to meet the stringent standards for employment in the association.

However, he now feels increasingly immersed in the simple adventure.

Is it really as Gru said—

Addicted to killing?

Wilder gave a wry smile.

Regardless of whether he participates in the mission tomorrow, he has some preparatory work to do tonight.

Charge the staff.

This was something that excited Wilder quite a bit.

"There's nothing that five fireballs can't solve."

—The Five Fireballs Cult.

And now, he is about to have four shots.

One shot from the oak staff, three shots from the hazel staff.

That should solve about 80% of the problems, right?

Wilder regained his composure and began to charge his staff.

It has to be said that this is physically demanding work.

When he casts Fireball, it only takes him six seconds to outline the spell's structure.

But when he tried to recharge the same spell, it took him more than a hundred times longer.

One hour.

This was achieved with the added benefit of 17 points in Intelligence attribute.

Wilder, caught up in his excitement, didn't feel bored at all and focused entirely on charging the two staffs.

at last.

It was exactly one o'clock in the morning.

He completed the charging of all four Fireball spells.

"sleep!"

He carefully placed the two staffs at the head of the bed and lay down to prepare for sleep.

However, he had only been awake for less than five hours and couldn't feel sleepy at all.

"How about we go check out the association?"

He muttered to himself.

He then got out of bed, dressed, tucked the two staffs behind his back, and left the room.

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