Wizard: I Can Extract Everything

After a brief moment of surprise, Heath observed the necklace.

The inconspicuous necklace in front of him is actually a genuine witch tool, with a middle-level apprentice level.

The name of the witch tool is called the ghost scout, and its function is to control a ghost to monitor the area within a hundred meters.

Hiss subconsciously injected magic into it, ready to activate it.

However, the necklace did not respond after the magic was injected.

He couldn't help but picked up the necklace and observed it, only to find that there was a clear crack on the pendant of the necklace.

Obviously, the necklace has been damaged.

'it's a pity...'

Fortunately, the complete drawings related to this witch tool have been extracted by the system. With these drawings, he can completely repair it.

'When you're done, let's go back and fix it! ’

Heath made a decision silently in his heart.

Immediately, he put the necklace in his hand and observed it carefully.

This is a pendant necklace with a silver chain with a diamond-shaped pendant underneath.

The pendant seemed to be engraved with a pattern, and the wear and tear was very serious. Heath took a long time to recognize that the pattern was in the shape of a strange fish.

'This pattern... should be a wizard from the Golden Isles...'

The Golden Islands, that is another witch domain, the scope is much wider than the dark sea of ​​trees, and the power is much stronger than the dark sea of ​​trees.

'The woman's husband seems to be a sailor who runs a boat. He probably picked it up accidentally while traveling in that sea area...'

It's not surprising that in the wizarding world there are incidents of mortals picking up wizard items all year round.

Immediately, he explained to the woman: "This necklace is an item of our wizarding world. Your previous illness was caused by it. It is not beneficial for you to wear it, so I will accept it."

The woman hurriedly said: "Okay, my lord, thank you, my lord."

The crowd suddenly realized.

"So it is!"

"This is the curse of black magic."

"Thanks to the wizard."

There have always been legends on the mainland that 'the items of wizards have been given black magic, and mortals will be cursed if they touch them', so everyone is very cautious about items of wizards.

Immediately, Heath took out a bottle of potion to improve physique and gave it to the woman: "As a price, this bottle of potion is given to you, it can improve a person's physique."

This is extracted from the Life Refinement Manual by Hiss, and the effect is equivalent to the golden blood he took in the Forgotten Land.

The woman hurriedly pulled the boy to express her gratitude to Heath: "Thank you, Lord Wizard, thank you, thank you, fast, Alan, thank Lord Wizard, thank you Lord Wizard."

The surrounding crowd was once again envious.

This is the end of the matter.

Immediately, the Earl walked out of the gate, and there was a simple podium on the steps outside the gate, and the plaza was conveniently under the podium.

The Count stood in front of the fence of the pulpit and spoke loudly to the people in the square below: "I, Lord Ridden, Dis Kroya, wish everyone here..."

After a long and passionate speech, the earl suddenly pushed the right to speak to Heath: "... Next, let the wizard send us blessings."

Heath was stunned: "I don't need it anymore."

He was neither from here, nor was he prepared at all.

The Earl smiled and said, "Lord Wizard, let's just say a few words. No matter what you say, everyone will be very happy. You see, everyone here welcomes you, and they are all looking forward to you."

"Master wizard, say something!"

"Wizard! Wizard!"

In the square, people shouted the name of Heath and looked excited.

When Heath saw this, he no longer refused.

Go to the podium.

But he really didn't know what to say, so after thinking about it, he raised his right hand with a 'bang' and summoned a fireball.

In the eyes of people full of excitement, he raised his right hand and pointed to the sky.

The fireball flew towards the sky with a 'boom' sound like an arrow from the string, and then with a "Boom!", it exploded into countless sparks, falling to the surroundings in the shape of an umbrella.

At this moment, everyone's eyes are firmly grasped by the gorgeous fireworks blooming in the midsummer night sky.

With this, Heath offered his blessing: "I wish everyone a happy holiday."

...

Meanwhile, the Tower of Shadows.

Jessica kept rubbing her sore arm as she walked to the cafeteria.

The assessment task she received was to raise scale demon larvae. This kind of dirty and smelly disgusting bug was extremely laborious to take care of, and it was not much better than Ender's picking screaming fruit.

'If only I could get tax quests like Robbins or outing quests like Heath...'

With a sigh in her heart, Jessica walked into the cafeteria.

The sound in the cafeteria was much louder than usual, and the apprentices were whispering as if they were discussing something.

Did something happen?

Just as Jessica was guessing, a shout came from there: "Jessica, this way!"

Jessica turned her head to see Ender.

When she walked over, she suddenly found Ender smiling happily.

This made Jessica very curious. After all, he had been frowning ever since the assessment mission began.

Jessica couldn't help asking, "Is there anything new?"

Ender said, "You guessed it right."

After a pause, he said gloatingly: "You know what? That idiot Robbins was turned into a toad and fed to reptiles by the blood of the Red Devil, hahaha!"

Jessica was taken aback: "What's going on?"

Ender sneered: "Who knows how that idiot offended people, anyway, people like him deserve to die."

Jessica raised her eyebrows: "What about the tower?"

Robbins went out to collect taxes on behalf of the Tower of Shadows, which was related to the tower's money bag, and furthermore, it was related to the authority of the tower.

An apprentice next to him said: "I don't know yet, it seems that they are still negotiating, maybe they will fight."

Ender said: "It's best to fight, it's best to directly destroy the blood of the Red Devil and everyone's resources, I've had enough of screaming fruit, damn it!"

...

As early as in the tower, Heath was very envious of the powerful witch tools in the trading area, but the price of thousands of magic stones made him deterred.

The unexpected gain this time really made him happy, so the day after Midsummer Night ended, he began to study the witch tool he had with great interest and try to repair it.

But after careful research, he found that the inner structure of this witch tool was too seriously damaged, and the order of the runes had been completely disrupted, and it was really bad.

The pictographic metaphor is like a tattered piece of clothing, patched no longer work.

Repairing this witchcraft is now as difficult as making a new one.

Anyway, there are blueprints, the main materials can be smelted directly with necklaces, and they can also be smelted into your favorite styles.

So after thinking about it, Heath decided to build a new one directly.

After collecting materials, deducing blueprints, and calculating rune arrangements, after a few days of preparation, Heath began to build his first magic tool...

A few days later, the cellar laboratory.

On the ceiling, the oil basin tied by the iron chain was burning, and the jumping flames illuminated the dark basement.

Nothing else has changed, except for a row of iron hooks on the left wall.

On each hook hangs a corpse with its clothes removed.

One of the materials for making ghost scouts is human souls, so Heath entrusted the Earl of Croa to help him get some recently deceased humans.

This is not difficult, Ridden City is a big city with tens of thousands of people, and people die every day for various reasons.

In front of the long wooden table, Heath was making his final preparations.

Two polar night grasses and a sleeping flower were smashed together and put into a beaker for distillation. Finally, they were mixed with several other materials, and a 'soul washing water' was done.

"Ding!" The sound of the glass test tube hitting the metal shelf.

Heath lifted the test tube and put it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully. There were some blue medicinal liquids floating in the test tube.

This is the soul-washing water, a potion used to wash the soul, used to erase all emotions from the soul, and an indispensable material for making ghost scouts.

everything's ready.

Putting down the soul-washing water, Heath waved at the iron hook over there.

"Crash!" The sound of the metal chain rubbing sounded.

Under the action of the wizard's hand, a corpse flew up, left the iron hook, and floated to the experimental table, where it lay flat.

This is the corpse of a man, and the marks on his neck indicate his identity, which is a death row prisoner.

When the Count gave him the materials, he carefully wrote down the identity information of each corpse and nailed it to his chest with iron nails.

Heath picked it up and read it briefly, and as he had guessed, it was indeed a death row inmate who had been hanged for raping and killing an eight-year-old girl.

"Very good material."

After checking around, Heath was very satisfied with the material.

Immediately, he officially started.

He first took a bottle of red potion from the shelf, which was a soul integration potion, which could integrate scattered souls.

After death, the soul is broken, and the effect of this potion is to reassemble the soul.

Heath pried open the man's mouth and fed it the potion to drink.

He then brought a bowl of transparent oil-like viscous liquid, which was soul recovery water, which could awaken the soul of the deceased.

After a person dies, the soul will stay in the world for a period of time, during which time the soul recovery water can be effective.

Heath picked up the small brush and swiped the recovery water all over the man's body. This is an important link related to the success of the spell, so he brushed it very carefully, not letting go of every corner.

It took him a few minutes to finish.

Immediately, he raised a hand and placed it on the corpse, while chanting an obscure incantation.

When the last syllable falls, suddenly.

The lying corpse opened his eyes slumped.