Chapter 131 14 When I Say Crows Take a Plane, You Should Know Where It Comes From

Chapter 131 14. When I tell you that crows fly on planes, you should know where they come from.

"Tsk, it's another 'Beast' card. I think there's something wrong with your card, young man."

In front of Mason's shabby stall, the old wizard who cosplayed with Gandalf had already "scratched" twenty mysterious cards but still couldn't get a set together.

The messy beast, element, warlord and entrance cards in his hand each have four sets.

The old gambler felt a little unhappy and picked up a card again to inject magic into it, so that the patterned card surface showed its true appearance.

He looked at Mason who was sitting on the chair studying the thing at hand, and said with a straight face:

"Tell me honestly, is there any skill in this? Or is this all a game? I feel like I've been fooled now."

"I've already said that this is a mystical thing, and I can't control the probability myself."

Mason shrugged and said:

"But you have also seen, guest, that these cards are indeed magic items, right?"

"What's the use of this!"

The old man curled his lips and threw away the elemental card in his hand. A ball of fire appeared and hit the ground, exploding fireworks and startling several "rat men" wandering nearby.

"The power is only so-so, at the level of a rudimentary fireball spell. It's really hard to believe that eight cards with such magic power can be turned into a high-level magic item when combined together."

The old wizard snorted, rolled his eyes, and said:

"How about you give me a back door?

There should be unblocked cards there, come on, come on, give me the few cards I'm missing, so that I don't have to go out to spread the word about another swindling guy in the bazaar. "

"As you wish."

Mason also snorted, spread his hands and said:

"I'm just a rag collector, and I don't want your money, but if you really want it, it's not impossible."

He took out a handful of messy cards from his pocket and put them in front of his eyes. They were all played by Mason himself when he was making this kind of mysterious cards.

He wasn't lying, this thing was indeed unpredictable.

"this thing!"

Mason stood up, took the gadget that the old wizard had just given him in exchange for it, rubbed it in his hand, and said:

"If you still have some, please give me a few more. I promise that even if I am exhausted here today, I will help you get four magic accessories together. I will do what I say."

"That's what you said, young man."

The old wizard suddenly came to his senses. He grinned and took out two more "small stones" and threw them to Mason. The young man also smiled and took those two things in his hands.

The information label pops up immediately:

Twelve Talisman·Yin Yang Tiger

Quality: legendary jewelry processing/inscription creation·perfect craftsmanship

Condition: Severely damaged

Item effect: The tiger talisman will balance the conflicting forces in the holder's body. When the talisman is activated, the good and evil sides of the holder can be temporarily separated into independent individuals.

Notice!

The item was severely damaged and its capabilities are temporarily unavailable until repaired.

Notice!

This item is one of the "Twelve Talismans". Collecting the complete twelve Talisman can summon the Demonic Dragon Lord, who will gift the Golden Rooster King's treasure to the one who unseals it and then eat him in one bite.

Producer: unknown

Item description: Eat my trick and take the crow on a plane! Ha, Ah Fu beat that man to pieces!

Tips: The [Photographic Memory] talent is in effect, and the twelve talisman production drawings are being included. Estimated completion time: 554 hours. The production requires jewelry processing branch skill level 7, and repairing the item requires skill level 4 and a natural magic source.

Mason looked at the other two broken charms in his hand, namely the life-binding rat and the rejuvenating horse. The former could give life to dead objects, while the latter was said to be able to cure all illnesses.

Unfortunately, they are all damaged and disfigured.

Mason couldn't feel any energy flowing in his hand. No wonder the old wizard in front of him would trade them for Mason as junk.

But the young man didn't care. He put away the three spells properly and looked at the guy in front of him who had already begun to look for mysterious cards to assemble the deck.

He hesitated and asked in a low voice:

"Can I ask you where you found these three charms?"

"From a garbage dump."

The old man said casually while "opening the blind box":

“In a post-destruction world, where people were relocated when a disaster occurred, leaving only a virus-ridden world waiting for death, you also want to go gold mining?

No, no chance.

It's finished.

The stars will regard it as a worthless place and block the way there. I heard people say that they will sacrifice that world to a "big devil".

Well, actually just listen to this.

There is no big devil. If the end of the world can be settled by sacrifice alone, that would be a good thing.

Huh.

I hit! "

The old wizard happily took out a fierce lion card from the cards that Mason took out, and put it together with the seven different beast cards in his hand.

Then, as Mason and his eyes widened, the eight beast cards quickly merged together under the resonance of their different magic powers. With the roars of various beasts, they finally turned into a crystal clear card, exuding a blue ghost. The card of light was suspended in front of the old wizard.

This card looks different.

The blue dragon carved on it is even more lifelike. When the old wizard touches it with his fingers, it will emit dragon roars and project the illusion of ice crystal magic around it.

It's like a super cool holographic projection.

"Magic. Magic is mobilized."

The old wizard held the Blue Dragon card in his hand. His expression became serious as he sensed the inner power of this thing. After a few seconds, he said:

"Holding it can adjust the magic power, and when casting spells, it can also absorb the surrounding free elements to make up for the caster's loss and strengthen the magic effect. If necessary, it can even be destroyed to summon the projection of a magic dragon to assist in combat.

Perhaps for high-level spellcasters, this card is still a toy, but it has indeed become a high-level magic item.

Still very delicate. "

The old wizard blinked as if he had found a treasure. He stood up straight and leaned slightly towards Mason, saying:

"I take back what I said before. Young man, you are not a liar. In fact, your level of making inscriptions surprised me. I really found a treasure tonight."

"To be honest, this is also the first time I've seen the deck take shape. I used to play it as a collectible card game for fun."

Mason rubbed his forehead and said:

"And the movement is a bit too loud."

"That's a good thing."

The old wizard looked at the people around him who were attracted by the movement when the blue dragon card appeared. He smiled and said to Mason:

"Your business is now open, so I won't interrupt you. Young man, I'm very satisfied with the exchange tonight. I hope you can bring me more surprises next time you come to Star Castle."

"Huh? You still have three sets of cards that you haven't collected yet."

Mason raised his eyebrows and said:

"Don't try again? I can make the card on the spot. It's not difficult."

"I think I'm just short of money."

The old wizard Cos Gandalf shrugged, put away the blue dragon card, and said:

"It's enough to pick up this leak for free today. If I don't know how to stop, I will be captured by greed. For an old man like me, that would be a terrible result.

Look at the light in their eyes, young man.

Greed has been awakened, and your mysterious little card will not worry about sales. "

After saying that, the old man took a step back and quickly disappeared into the crowd, and the cards on Mason's stall were quickly bought out by the low-level members who came after hearing the news.

Everyone's enthusiasm for this low-probability event with a gambling nature left Mason a little stunned for a while. Seeing more people wanting to change a few cards to play, Mason had to put aside his attempts at alchemy and start making cards with all his strength.

Fortunately, this thing is really not difficult to make.

You only need enough magic ink and some inscription materials to make many. He himself has no interest in this kind of "blind box" that gambles on probability.

But I can’t help but be liked by the masses.

Especially after the second set of Warlord decks and the third set of entrance decks were released consecutively, the people gathered around became more and more lively.

In the past, only a small number of people really wanted to pick up the good stuff, and most people were just joining in the fun. But after seeing the aura emanating from the shiny magic card with their own eyes, many people's mentality changed.

They ignore how difficult it is to draw eight cards of the same series in a row under completely unknown circumstances, and instead become enthusiastic about betting on their luck.

After more than an hour, Mason's stall was filled with broken items of various styles, large and small.

From the half-torn magic book to the broken mysterious arm armor, from the "magic carriage" with only two wheels left to the bird feathers that are said to be able to fly, and even several broken lightsabers.

But that's not the point.

The point is that when Mason was arranging the stall, he saw with twitching eyes that there were already several sly-looking guys running around in the crowd next to his stall, showing the various cards in their hands to those who were holding cards.

Well, this shit has even spawned scalpers!

Until this moment, Mason realized that he had underestimated the desire of the members of the Society of Stars for harvest.

Especially these lower-level members.

Team K never lacks these gadgets because they have a smooth journey and have Mason as a master maker. However, for other pioneering teams, obtaining power items is not easy.

And the news that a stall appeared on the edge of the market that could sell good things and only collect rags quickly spread throughout the Star Castle. More and more people flocked here. As a result, Mason originally estimated that it could be used for a long time. All the inscription materials were turned into mysterious cards and bought within a few hours.

During the whole process, Mason's hands were almost full of sparks, but he still couldn't satisfy the crowd's appetite.

"No, no more materials, that's it for today!"

Mason, whose fingers were almost twitching, had no choice but to shout and announce that today's stall setting was over. Under the disappointed gazes of a group of people, he quickly packed up his stall and left the place as if running away.

Mason calculated on the way. In the past few hours, he had made at least 300 cards, and even the inscription skills were rushed to Level 3, and he didn't even notice this.

"It seems that the sales of Darkmoon cards are very good, but everyone is so obsessed with this kind of gambling on luck, which really makes me feel sad about the future of the Society of Stars."

Mason shook his head and curled his lips and said:

"This means that the card production is completely random, otherwise I only need to play a small game of probability to take out every penny in their pockets."

"Hey, your idea is very dangerous. Do you know that this kind of gambling is prohibited within the Star Castle?"

A familiar voice sounded beside Mason.

The young man looked back and found that it was the pair of alchemist brothers from before.

The two of them were walking from the market direction to the Castle of Stars with a lot of snacks, and happened to meet Mason here.

"Hey, Edward and Alphonse, you seem to be in a good mood."

Mason extended his hand and said hello.

He had a good impression of the two brothers, but he had never expected to see them in person before. Looking at the two alchemist brothers in front of him, Mason couldn't help but let his mind wander.

If Fullmetal Alchemist is here, will I be lucky enough to see the Giant of Light from the M87 Nebula one day?

"How on earth did you know the names of our two brothers?"

Hearing Mason say their names again, the short blond-haired young man suddenly became unhappy. He put the snacks in his arms in the arms of his armored brother and strode towards Mason.

Then he raised his head and glared at him.

Well, this height difference is really disappointing.

"The two of us have been hiding our names since we entered the Star Club. Our world has long since disappeared. As far as I know, the guys who escaped never used their real names."

Edward Elric crossed his arms and said:

"So don't tell me you heard it from other people. Where can you, a C-level rookie, find people who know us? It's impossible."

"Oh, I did hear that from someone else."

Mason tilted his head and whispered:

"That was a big shot with quite a background. He told me that there were two brothers who were good at alchemy in the Society of Stars, and they traveled around the world collecting all kinds of interesting things.

Okay, I won’t tease you anymore.

My team is directly under Mr. Hunter, so..."

"Hey, it turns out to be a 'hound'! Disgusting!"

Edward snorted, as if he had lost all interest in talking to Mason, and with an expression of disgust, he planned to leave with his brother.

"You call me a 'hound'?"

Mason narrowed his eyes when he heard this word. Mr. Hunter used this word to describe those guys who are devoted to the stars, and the brothers in front of him seemed to know this term.

He took a step forward, blocked Edward's way out, and asked:

"What qualifications do you have to say that to me? Two B-class personnel, you must have done a lot of murder and arson to be promoted to this position, right?"

"My brother and I never take part in those bad things!"

The one who answered this time was the armored brother Alphonse. This ghost-like but good-natured alchemist held a pile of food and emphasized to Mason in a very cold tone:

“Our B-class personnel status was obtained through bounties for doing peaceful things, which is why the two of us have been wandering around the world.

We have not formed a team and have no intention of joining you.

Our hands are clean, and we are indeed different from you bastards who cause trouble everywhere. You walk through the world and leave behind ruins.

Step aside!

Otherwise I will take action. "

"It turns out that there are 'pacifists' like you in the Club of Stars. It seems that my understanding of this organization is indeed somewhat shallow."

Mason rubbed his forehead and ignored Alphonse's dissatisfaction. He looked at Edward and said:

"Are you interested in chatting? Just treat it as an industry exchange between alchemists?"

"Not interested in!"

The blond alchemist moved his fist, and red light shone on his metal fist.

The short alchemist with a bad temper said coldly:

"Get out of the way! Last warning."

"I'll give you gifts."

Mason blinked, but the two brothers were unmoved. They pushed him away and turned towards the Star Castle, but they stopped after taking two steps.

The two brothers turned around as if they sensed something strange, something that tied their hearts.

Behind them, a blood-red crystal fragment the size of a pinky finger danced between Mason's fingers, and the psychedelic light it reflected made Edward Elric's eyes light up.

"The Philosopher's Stone."

The armored brother next to the short alchemist was just indifferent before, but now he was furious. Amidst the sound of the armor clashing, he yelled:

"You bastard! How many people have you killed for such a big Philosopher's Stone! You hound should go to hell! If you weren't here."

"Hey, don't be slanderous! I'm an alchemist who pays attention to tradition, and I don't do those evil ways of refining human bodies. And what if I say that no one died when this thing was made?"

Mason hid the fragment of the magic stone in his hand into his luggage like magic.

He spread his hands and said to the two brothers:

"I know how to make the Philosopher's Stone in your world, but believe me that is just a sad evil way, and I have a method to refine the Philosopher's Stone using orthodox alchemy.

I'd love to share it with you.

Of course you also have to give me something that interests me.

If you want to talk, we can find a quieter place to talk. "

Mason paused, stretched out his hand to push the hat down on his head, and then said with emphasis:

"Besides, I'm not a hound! I'm not going to be one, so don't call me that, friends, it makes me feel like you're... humiliating me."