Vol 2 Chapter 172: Powerful magic box

　　 After taking out the magic box of Hatzita, punk immediately activated "Hetzita's Soul Concentration Fluctuation" without hesitation.
　　 Accompanied by a soft moan of the magic box, a light blue halo centered on the magic box slowly extended, and the punk closest to the magic box was naturally shrouded in the aperture for the first time.
Legendary magic is worthy of legendary magic. Its effectiveness is definitely not comparable to that of official magic or even master magic. As soon as the light blue halo came into contact with the body, punk clearly felt a chill. The energy permeated my mind and even my soul.
His head, which was dizzy due to the side effects of the "high-end concentration medicine", suddenly became sober, and the humming and auditory hallucinations that filled his ears disappeared without a trace. At this time, punk only felt that his brain seemed to be soaked. In the cool spring water, the movement of mental power and magic power is generally smooth and unimpeded by lubricated bearings.
　　Punk didn't waste the magical effect this time, he quickly calmed down, sinking all his mind into his soul, and immediately mobilized the mage's thoughts with all his strength.
It has to be said that the process of running meditation thoughts under the influence of "soul nurturing fluctuations" is extraordinarily easy, and punk even has an illusion. At this moment, it seems that magic is no longer an existence that must be controlled by consciousness, and every drop of magic seems to change. The blood can generally flow by itself, and the efficiency of meditation has increased more than ten times in one breath. The efficiency of this kind of meditation has surprised punk.
"Sure enough, "Hitzi Tower's Soul Concentration Fluctuation" is the biggest gain. It has ten times the efficiency of meditation even if it is only three hours a day, plus the lifespan bonus brought by my half-prime elves bloodline. If it is, it can be said that the promotion to the master level is a certainty."
Punk shook his fist excitedly. Now with the help of this legendary equipment, it is only a matter of time before he wants to be promoted to the master level. Even the realm of legend is not whimsical. How can such a huge surprise make Punk not excited? .
　　 The time of meditation flies quickly, he hardly realizes the passage of time, and one hour of spell effective time has passed.
　　Punk reluctantly left the meditation state. At this moment, he could obviously feel that his soul had been improved a lot, and the side effects of the "high-level concentration potion" were completely gone.
　　Punk smiled and picked up Hatzita's magic box and looked at it carefully. The small wooden box was still ordinary. Not only did it not look gorgeous, but it was a bit dirty.
　　 If you haven't tried it yourself, who would have thought that this gray-looking wooden box could have such a powerful function?
"Since the effect of "Hitzita's Soul Concentration Fluctuation" is greatly unexpected, then the exercise of using "High-level Concentration Potion" does not need to be considered too much. Perhaps for others, continuous consumption of "High-level Concentration Potion" "The side effects will greatly harm the soul and even cause irreparable serious injury, but for me who owns the Haitez Tower Magic Box, the concerns about using potions are completely non-existent."
　　Punk thought excitedly.
　　He carefully placed Hatzita's magic box next to him, and at the same time secretly began to plan his next move in his heart.
"Since the side effects of the "high-end concentration potion" have been solved, the next step is to steadily develop, continue to cultivate the Wraith Moth to refine the medicine and practice the super magic skills-magic compression is the main theme of the next ten years ".
Punk quickly worked out the next plan. After all, as a low-key mage, punk's first priority is to improve his strength. If he follows his original plan, he must have at least his own mage professional level at this point. The thirteenth level only works, but now in order to get the magic box of Hatzita, he has to tear his face with the good camp at the twelfth level.
　　 "But it's okay. Now my professional level has reached level 12. It's not that far from level 13. So let's set a small goal first, and upgrade to one level in five years"!
　　Punk muttered to himself in suicide, and then summoned a flame to burn away the negative energy wandering in the air of the wreckage of Subject One on the ground.
　　 He turned and walked to the experimental cell in the basement, where there were more than a dozen unconscious experimental materials. Punk would arrange a "cute" little shadow maggot for all these "hosts" in the next month.
　　 Of course, apart from the punk himself, neither the shadow maggots nor the experimental subjects have any expectations.
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　　Professionals are creatures with a long lifespan, especially for high-level professionals. Too many lives can even make people who are not firm enough go crazy.
　　 But when you adapt to this long life process, your feeling of time will be very different from ordinary people.
　　 Especially for the mages who are obsessed with research and cannot extricate themselves, five or even ten years are not long.
Five years have passed since the destruction of Dolez City. Although the punk rewards are still on the reward list of Dylan’s Kingdom, except for those believers of the Church of Good God who don’t know what weary and give up, Di The official side of the Lun Kingdom has no hope of finding this "terrorist".
Most people guess that the terrifying wizard called Punk fled the Kingdom of Dylan as early as the day the city of Dolez was destroyed. Some people firmly believe that he is hiding in the depths of the lush forest to study the terrible plague, planning to Come back one day to destroy the Kingdom of Dylan.
　　 But I am afraid that no one will go to doubt a broken slum in Sunset City, including this slum
Of residents.
In an old bar next to the garbage dump, a group of shabby-clothed homeless men holding several large glasses of "water mixed with ale" bragged wildly. They are typical homeless people who beg for a few copper coins during the day and at night. Bragging in this bar where even the stools are made of stones.
　　 It's the cold winter now. The "ale" in the cups of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com hobos floats with a layer of ice slag. They are constantly wrapping the cotton clothes pieced together with ragged linen, and their teeth are shaking up and down with cold.
　　 But even in cold weather, they can’t dispel their bragging interest. After all, these cowhides may already be the only entertainment in the life of a tramp.
"Hey, old John, did you know that the iron bucket boss in the trash mountain to the east has received a "head". Let me tell you the truth, that guy is actually my distant nephew. It won’t take a few days until that kid settles down. , Lao Tzu has developed."
　　 A middle-aged man who keeps rubbing his palms said aloud to a few homeless men next to him with a "believe it or not" expression. People who don't know will think he is telling the truth.
　　 "Don't tease Jack, you said last month that a baron who died in the city was your uncle, now is your inheritance, where is your title"?
　　 "Don't make trouble, it's true this time, don't envy you when I'm walking around with the barrel boss."
　　 The middle-aged man named Jack blushed and thickly retorted the ridicule of others.
　　 But the homeless people have no patience to listen to this guy talking nonsense. They watched the darkening night and began to discuss other topics, and the bragging Jack was left aside.
　　 The homeless people turned their attention to the oldest old homeless man. At this time, the usually delirious old man was asking everyone with wide cloudy eyes:
　　 "You guys, have you heard of the Black Banshee?"