You don't cast spells by the rules at all, do you?

He was really hungry, so he pulled out some thorns and bit the palm leaves.

He thought the "pulp" of the cactus would be as clear as juice, but it turned out to be bitter and astringent, which made Sean, who was used to eating cooked food, almost vomit it out. He took a lot of effort to swallow it down, and his face was wrinkled like a bitter gourd.

"Damn, why is it so unpalatable?"

"No, we need to deal with it."

Sean raised his hand to cover his forehead, squinted his eyes and looked at the glaring sun in the sky, and an idea came to his mind.

His big water ball can focus light.

So, ten minutes later.

Sean ate the roasted cactus, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

The palm leaf was too thick to be completely roasted, but the burnt taste on the surface neutralized the original sourness. Although it was still not delicious, it was at least edible. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but after eating the whole palm leaf, Sean felt full of strength.

“Over the next dune, the oasis is right in front of you!”

He encouraged himself.

Just as he finished speaking, he felt a sudden strong sense of frustration, as if a car driving at high speed suddenly braked, causing his body to lean forward uncontrollably and he fell directly into the sand.

next second.

Sean's eyes snapped open.

"Sean, Conina, we're here."

Jim's voice came to my ears.

Sean looked around in confusion.

It was getting dark outside the car window, and he seemed to be back in the back seat of the car, still holding the shotgun in his arms.

Jim said we're here. Are we at the blackberry rain forest?

Has he slept that long?

So, it was really a dream?

"No, that's not right."

This is not just a dream.

Just as his physical state of not having eaten breakfast was brought into the dream, Sean found that the feeling of power he had just felt in the dream was also brought back to reality.

"What's wrong?"

Jim unbuckled his seat belt and glanced at the rearview mirror. Just as he was about to ask, he saw Sean in the back seat suddenly raise his hand. In the center of that hand with long, white knuckles that looked like he could play the piano, a ball of blazing flame suddenly sprang up without warning, illuminating the unlit car.

Jim's eyes suddenly widened and his mouth opened as if he had seen a ghost.

"Wattheater?"

……

Chapter 9 Uncle

Jim was stunned and thought for a moment that he had seen it wrong.

How can this person make fire in his palm?

Can I just fry the fish directly if I give him one?

Was it because he had been driving for too long that his eyes became blurry?

Jim rubbed his eyes hard and looked in the rearview mirror again.

But the light in the car was dim again, and Sean was sleeping with his shotgun in his arms, surrounded by a bunch of tents, just like a few minutes ago. He seemed to hear Jim calling him, or was awakened by the not-so-gentle brakes. He frowned slightly, opened his eyes, and looked sleepy, with a hint of displeasure at having his good dream disturbed and confusion from just waking up.

"Are we there yet?" he asked.

Jim: “?”

Was that really his hallucination just now?

Sean is waking up now?

"No, that's not right!"

Looking at Sean's face as if he had just woken up from a dream, Jim couldn't find any trace of acting on his face, but the more he saw this, the more he felt there was a problem. His intuition told him that the biggest flaw was the lack of flaws.

This time it was Sean's turn to ask, "What's wrong?"

"You're not a typist!" Jim stared at Sean.

Before their team set out, everyone chatted in the group and talked about their occupations. Sean claimed that he was an ordinary typist. He was tired of the monotonous life of a worker day after day, so he took a leave of absence and wanted to go on an outdoor adventure to find excitement.

Except for the professional tour leader Genado, everyone goes to the Black Fruit Rainforest for basically the same reason.

But Sean was obviously lying.

He wasn't a typist—at least not a normal typist.

What kind of typist can make fire appear in his palms out of thin air?

"Really?" Sean didn't comment, but he also raised his eyelids and stared at Jim, and asked, "Then what am I?"

If someone were more observant, they would have noticed by now that there was an unusual smell in the air.

That is murderous intent.

But Jim was unaware of this. Perhaps he was too focused. All his attention was on Sean. He looked at Sean with eagle-like sharp eyes, with a gleam of insight in his eyes. Finally, he came to a conclusion and spoke confidently -

"I know! Your true identity!"

"Oh?"

"You're actually a magician, aren't you?"

Sean: "..."

What a magician!

Yeah!

The tension in his heart suddenly relaxed, and at the same time he had a new understanding of his teammate Jim.

Jim should be a good guy.

Sean just made a mistake. He was too impulsive and shouldn't have tried to use magic power in the car. He didn't expect that a simple dream, just drinking some cactus juice and eating a piece of cactus leaf, could actually give him magic power.

Jim also saw it.

He had no choice but to go along with the mistake and act it out to test Jim.

If the situation is not right, he will strike first.

He didn't have much magic power, less than 1 Lak, and couldn't release the truth spell, but he could condense the most basic elemental energy. As long as he moved quickly enough, it would be easy to kill a person. For example, if he attached the flame to his hands and strangled the opponent's neck, no one's neck could withstand such high temperature. It only took one second for him to smell the aroma of barbecue.

This is the worst case.

After all, there was Conina in the car.

There were also Genado and others outside the car. If Jim was killed inexplicably, the consequences would not be easy to deal with.

Fortunately, Jim didn't think about it that way - or rather, this is the reaction a normal person should have. When encountering unscientific things, the first thing that comes to mind is magic and techniques, not magic.

This angle is good.

He was a typist indeed, but Jim said he wasn't, so he wasn't.

From now on, he is a magician.

"You've already discovered this. I guess I need to work on my acting skills." Sean said with an annoyed look, "You know, the appropriate interpretation of the scene is also an indispensable part of magic performances. If the audience is distracted and has to think rationally, the performance effect will be greatly reduced."

Jim got a positive answer and couldn't help laughing. "It's not your fault. To be honest, your performance just now was great, comparable to my friend who has practiced for two and a half years... It's just that I used to be a woman, and my intuition is very accurate, so you didn't fool me."

Sean: "?"

"woman?"

"Hmm...what are you guys talking about? What magician?" Conina, who was sitting in the passenger seat, seemed to sense Sean's female call, and woke up by rubbing her eyes, stretching and moaning. When she noticed that the light in the car was dim, she sobered up a little and looked out the window in a daze: "It's dark already? Have we arrived yet?"

Jim nodded, picked up his hat and put it on, opened the car door and said, "Get out first."

Conina asked, "So what kind of magician is this?"

"Sean," Jim replied with a smile, "He's not actually a typist, he's a magician."

Conina: “Huh?”

magician?

Doesn't this guy write novels?

Could it be that he has a secret side job that she doesn't know about?

I heard that magicians are very good at their tricks, wouldn’t it be possible to do something even more fancy this way?

Conina's eyes sparkled, she found that this little man could always surprise her. At first she thought Sean was just handsome, but then one time Sean opened the door for her in a bathrobe, unbuttoned, she realized that Sean also had a great figure. As she continued to learn more, she discovered that this man was talented and now had a side job, this was really...

I wish I didn’t have a husband.

Sean didn't bother to pay attention to her.

Instead, a young couple who got off the car joined in the conversation.

"Magic won't work." Johnson chuckled, "You should learn magic, and then lie to them that it's a magic trick. I guarantee that no one can crack it... Don't you think so, dear?"

Jenny: “Yes.”

Sean: "?"

Are you two serious?

This simple sentence, which seemed like a joke, made Sean alert again.

He didn't know if he was too sensitive. Why did everyone look like a spy sent by Quill?

Wilson took over the conversation and deliberately said, "Do you really think that anyone can learn magic? It requires talent."

"You talk as if you can do it." Conina sneered, "How about you show us a performance?"

"……Won't."

Conina looked disgusted and said, "If you don't know how, just shut up."

Wilson was full of resentment. Why did Conina always speak for Sean? It was just that he was a little handsome. Was it that serious?

Genado took out a few bottles of mineral water from the trunk and distributed them to everyone, and interrupted, "We have two choices now."

"First, let's go to a nearby town to rest for a night, and then go into the Black Fruit Rain Forest tomorrow morning."

"Second, we'll go in tonight. We can hunt some game, have a barbecue, and camp outside the rain forest."

The time is now eight o'clock in the evening. They are at a fork in the road, three kilometers away from the black fruit rain forest.

The bright moon hanging in the night sky cast a thin moonlight. Standing on the roof of the car and looking forward, you can already see the majestic and endless shadows and outlines of this primeval forest.

"Wait a minute, ladies and gentlemen, you don't think I'm kidding, do you?" Johnson asked the crowd.

Genado was puzzled: "What a joke?"

Johnson: "Magician!"

Sean gave him a deadpan look.

Johnson continued, "Didn't we talk about this in the group a few days ago? There is a mysterious forest deep in the Black Fruit Rainforest. The scenery is weird and dreamy, completely different from the outside world. Many incredible things happen, such as elves with pointed ears, unicorns as white as snow and glowing, and birds with wings..."

"Wait a minute, isn't it normal for birds to have wings?" Wilson usually doesn't check the group. He only appears when Conina is talking. He usually just glances at other messages and doesn't bother to read them in detail. As an old member of the club and group manager, he is actually very cool most of the time.

Sean's small group hadn't discussed this, so it was obvious that Johnson was referring to the large group.

"He missed a number. The bird has three pairs of wings," Jenny added.

"Isn't it obvious that this is a gimmick used by the club to fool newcomers and arouse everyone's curiosity so that they will go out with the group?" Wilson looked at the young couple with a strange look.

Don't be fooled by the fact that these two look young and are still college students. In fact, they have had several experiences in outdoor adventures and have been members of the club for quite some time. How could they be fooled by such a trick?

He also said that his bread machine can bake bread automatically, but no one has come to his house to explore?

"At first, I didn't believe it like you, but my uncle told me that this forest really exists. Maybe it's not as exaggerated as what people say in the group, but it's definitely beyond the scope of science."

"It is said that there is a spring in the forest that has been blessed by the gods. It is the key to open the mysterious door. As long as you find it and drink it, you can see the true face of this magnificent and colorful world."