Blessing

After a short moment of shock, Heath began to observe the necklace.

The inconspicuous necklace in front of him was actually a genuine Wizard artifact. It was at the intermediate Apprentice level.

The name of the witchcraft artifact was called Ghost Scout. Its function was to control a ghost to monitor an area within a hundred meters.

Heath subconsciously injected magic power into it, ready to activate it.

However, the necklace did not respond when magic power was injected into it.

He could not help but pick up the necklace to observe it. Only then did he realize that there was a clear crack on the pendant of the necklace.

Obviously, this necklace was already damaged.

'What a pity...'

Fortunately, the complete blueprint of this Wizard artifact had been extracted by the system. With these blueprints, he could completely fix it.

'After I'm done here, I'll go back and fix it!'

Heath made a decision in his heart.

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

It was a pendant necklace, tied with a silver chain. Below it was a diamond-shaped pendant.

The pendant seemed to have some kind of pattern engraved on it. The wear and tear were already very serious. Heath looked at it for a long time before he recognized that the pattern was that of a strange fish.

'This pattern... it should be a Wizard from the Golden Islands...'

The Golden Islands was another Wizard territory, and its area was much larger than the Underdark Treesea, and its power was also much stronger than the Underdark Treesea.

'That woman's husband seems to be a sailor who ran a ship. He probably picked it up by accident when he was active in that area...'

There were incidents of mortals picking up Wizard items all year round in the Wizard World. This was nothing strange.

Then, he opened his mouth and explained to the woman, "This necklace is an item from our Wizard World. Your previous illness was caused by it. It's not beneficial for you to wear it, so I'll accept it."

The woman hurriedly said, "Okay, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

Everyone suddenly understood.

"So that's how it is!"

"This is the curse of black magic, right?"

"Thank you, my Lord Wizard."

There had always been legends on the continent, such as 'Wizards' items were all cast with black magic, and mortals would be cursed if they touched it', so everyone was very cautious about Wizards' things.

Then, Heath took out a bottle of magic potion to improve one's physique and handed it to the woman. "As a price, this bottle of magic potion is for you. It can improve a person's physique."

This was extracted from the Life Refinement Guide by Heath. The effect was equivalent to the Golden Blood that he had consumed in the Forgotten Land.

The woman quickly pulled the boy and thanked Heath. "Thank you, Sir Wizard. Thank you, thank you. Quick, Alan, thank Sir Wizard. Thank you, Sir Wizard."

The surrounding crowd was envious again.

The matter had come to an end.

Then, the Count walked out of the gate. There was a simple podium on the steps outside the gate. Below the podium was the square.

The Count stood in front of the railing of the podium and spoke loudly to the people in the square below. "I, the Lord of Reiden, Diskloya, wish everyone..."

After a long and passionate speech, the Count suddenly pushed the right to speak to Heath. "...Now, let the Wizard give us his blessing."

Heath was stunned. "I don't think I need to."

He was not from here, and he was not prepared at all.

The Count smiled. "Wizard, please say a few words. No matter what you say, everyone will be very happy. You see, everyone here welcomes you. They are all looking forward to you."

"Sir Wizard, say something!"

"Wizard! Wizard!"

In the square, people shouted Heath's name with excitement.

Seeing this, Heath no longer declined and walked to the podium.

But he really did not know what to say. So after thinking for a while, he raised his right hand and summoned a fireball.

Under the excited eyes of the people, he raised his right hand and pointed to the sky.

The fireball flew high into the sky like an arrow leaving the bowstring. Then, with a boom, it exploded into countless sparks and fell toward the surroundings in the shape of an umbrella.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were firmly caught by the brilliant fireworks that were blooming in the summer night sky.

Heath offered his own blessing. "Happy holidays, everyone."

...

At the same time, in the Shadow Tower.

Jessica was walking towards the cafeteria, rubbing her sore arms.

The assessment mission she received was to raise Scale Demon Larvae. It was extremely strenuous to take care of these disgusting, dirty, and smelly bugs, and it was not much better than Ender picking Shrieking Fruits.

'If only I could receive a tax mission like Robbins or a mission like Heath...'

Jessica sighed in her heart as she walked into the canteen.

The noise in the canteen was much noisier than usual. The Apprentices were whispering to each other as if they were discussing something.

'Did something happen?'

Just as Jessica was guessing, a shout came from the other side. "Jessica, this way!"

Jessica turned her head and saw Ender.

When she walked over, she suddenly noticed that Ender was smiling happily.

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

Jessica could not help but ask, "Did anything new happen?"

Ender said, "You guessed right."

After a pause, he gloated, "Did you know? That fool Robbins was turned into a toad and fed to a reptile by the Red Devil's Blood. Hahaha!"

Jessica was stunned. "What's going on?"

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

Jessica frowned. "What about the tower?"

Robbins represented the Shadow Tower to collect taxes. This was related to the tower's money bag. Furthermore, it was related to the authority of the tower.

An Apprentice next to him said, "I don't know yet. It seems like they are still negotiating. Maybe they will start a fight."

Ender said, "It's best if they start a fight. It's best if they destroy the Red Devil's Blood and share the resources. I've had enough of the Shrieking Fruits. Damn it!"

...

When he was in the tower, Heath had been very envious of the powerful wizard tools in the trading area. However, the price of thousands of Magic Stones made him shy away.

This unexpected gain really made him happy, so the next day after Midsummer Night, he began to study the Wizard artifact in his hands with great interest, trying to repair it.

But after careful study, he found that the internal structure of the witchcraft tool was seriously damaged. The order of the runes had been completely messed up, and it was really broken beyond recognition.

If it was a pictorial metaphor, it would be like a tattered piece of clothing. Patching it up would no longer be of any use.

The difficulty of repairing this artifact was no less than making a new one.

Anyway, he already had the blueprint. The main materials could be directly smelted with the necklace, and he could even smelt it into the style he liked.

So, after thinking for a while, Heath decided to directly make a new one.

After collecting materials, deducing blueprints, and calculating the arrangement of runes, after a few days of preparation, Heath began to create his first Wizard artifact...

A few days later, in the basement laboratory.

On the ceiling, the oil basin tied with iron chains was sizzling and burning, and the jumping flames lit up the dark basement.

There were no changes in other places except for a row of iron hooks on the left wall.

On each hook hung a corpse that had been stripped of its clothes.

One of the materials used to make Ghost Scouts was human souls, so Heath asked Count Kroya to help him get some humans who had just died.

It was not difficult. Reiden City was a big city with tens of thousands of people, and people died every day for various reasons.

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

Two polar night grasses and a sleeping flower were mashed together and then put into a beaker to be distilled. Finally, it was mixed with a few other ingredients, and a 'Soul Washing Water' was completed.

Ding!

The sound of the glass test tube colliding with the metal frame.

Heath picked up the test tube and placed it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully. There was some azure-colored medicinal liquid floating in the test tube.

This was Soul Washing Water, a magic potion used to cleanse the soul. It was used to erase the feelings of the soul. It was an indispensable material for making Ghost Scouts.

Everything was ready.

Putting down the Soul Washing Water, Heath waved at the iron hook.

Crash!

The sound of metal chains rubbing against each other rang out.

Under the influence of the Wizard's Hand, a corpse floated up. It left the iron hook and floated onto the experimental table, lying flat on the ground.

It was a man's corpse. The ligature marks on his neck indicated his identity. He was a condemned criminal.

When the Count gave him the materials, he carefully wrote down the identity information of each corpse and nailed it to their chests.

Heath picked it up and read it briefly. As he had guessed, this was indeed a condemned criminal. He was hanged for raping an eight-year-old girl and killing her.

"Very good material."

After checking it once, Heath was very satisfied with the material.

Then, he officially began.

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

After a person died, the soul would be broken. The function of this potion was to reassemble the soul.

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

He then took out a bowl of transparent, oil-like, viscous liquid. This was the Soul Recovery Water, which could wake up the soul of the deceased.

After a person died, the soul would remain in the world for a period of time. During this period, the Soul Recovery Water would be effective.

Heath picked up a small brush and filled the man's body with the Soul Recovery Water. This was an important part that was related to the success of the spell, so he brushed it very carefully and did not miss out on every corner.

It took him a few minutes to finish brushing.

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

When the last syllable fell, suddenly.

The corpse lying on the ground opened its eyes.