After a few days of exercise, Shaoke gradually got used to all the changes that happened after the promotion. Although his physical fitness has declined a little, Shaoke now takes some time every day to walk in the woods for a while. Because the exercise of too intense Shaoke cannot support it, he has to perform this seemingly walking behavior.

After the promotion, it is very easy for Shaoke to learn first-level spells. The four spells mailed by the other two mages mentioned above are only "Blessings of Elements". The other three new spells Shaoke have been able to be released smoothly and correctly.

After a few days of rest and stability, Shaoke decided to inlaid his magic circle drawings on his cloak first. In order to prepare some necessary casting materials and daily necessities, Shaoke found a larger bag and took them to the town to buy these essential items. He also needed to place the four spells he copied into the cottage where the spell records were stored.

Shaoke, who had never appeared in a small town since his promotion, was watched from afar by the residents and the adventurers who occasionally passed by. The crowd did not salute him like he did when he saw a mage, but looked at him with a strange look. It turned out that the sign of the second-level mage after the promotion had been floating in Shaoke's eyes. If you look closely, you will find that the two rhombus columns were constantly rotating. The silver in the left eye represented mental power, and the purple in the right eye represented magic power.

The mystery and nobility of the mage made everyone dare not come forward to approach him, which made Shaoke feel a little bored. Although he did not like to say hello to these residents before, the residents and adventurers at that time were not as afraid to even look at him as they are now.

This made Shaoke a little helpless. Although he had successfully consolidated the second-level realm, the unique sign in his eyes was not something that a mage who had just been promoted for a while. Only with the passage of time, the more proficient use of mental power and magic can temporarily hide them, but this sign will still appear when you are emotionally excited or use spells.

Shaoke quickly tightened his cloak, trying his best to make people unable to see his eyes. He was unwilling to be watched like a monster. Although the mage was watched when he walked there, the nature was different! This made Shaoke feel that he had the foresight when he made the drawing "Misty Attachment".

The place where spell records were stored in the town for hundreds of years was the only stone structure in the town, because this prevented the possibility of fire and the extension of existence. The stone house was not too big, not much different from Shaoke's residence. There were tall bookshelfs made of pine wood, which slowed down scrolls of different lengths and thicknesses. These were all first-level, zero-level spells copied by mages of all generations, as well as some of their own cultivation experiences. Shaoke's several magic spells were learned here.

Shaoke looked at the dense scrolls all over the room and couldn't help but sigh: After hundreds of years of accumulation, the first-level spells here have not been stored. I wonder what expression the mage who originally proposed to build the recording storage room here would know. Shaoke found a free grid, carefully pulled out the recording scrolls from his skin, and wrote the following words with a carving knife on the crossbar of the grid: "The Blue Feather Empire has 207,933 years, Master Fei, Master Loki added spells."

After doing all this, Shaoke carefully checked the magic arrays carved on these bookshelfs to avoid damage caused by time due to their damage. After finding that the magic arrays on the bookshelf were intact, Shaoke felt relieved, at least he didn't need to repair them on a large scale, which was a very tiring job.

Shaoke did not buy materials from the doctors, because the doctors' materials were not complete and they would not charge his silver coins. After several such incidents, Shaoke went to the doctors to buy materials, and instead spent more coins to buy them from the merchants without wanting to owe them favors.

After seeing Shaoke's eyes, the merchant who sold the materials lowered his head in horror: "Dear Master, do you... do you need any help?" Fortunately, this merchant has been walking on the border for decades and has seen some promoted mages look the same as Shaoke, so he is not nervous and can't speak.

"Well! Give me some ingredients: a small bag of light powder, a small bag of fine sand, two bottles of ordinary magic potion... Is there any mercury? Give me less, okay, thank you! How much." Shaoke pulled his cloak down again and gently reported everything he needed to the merchant.

"Dear Master, you need 132 gold coins." The merchant didn't care about the abnormality of the mage and quoted the price excitedly. Generally, he needed to run to several such border towns to let those mages buy some spell casting materials! Unexpectedly, half of all his magic materials were sold here.

"Oh!" Shaoke took out the purse from his skin and gave the merchant enough gold coins. After looking at the cloak he had worn for nearly three years, he asked, "Do you have a cloak here? It's a little wider and suitable for mages."

After carefully checking the gold coins in his hand, the merchant quickly took out a small box from a large box behind him and said happily to Shaoke: "Dear Master, I am carrying what you need! Do you think it's appropriate?" While saying that, he opened the small box in his hand, picked up the cloak in the box for Shaoke to see. He also introduced the materials of the cloak and the surrounding laces and embroidery patterns from time to time. He hoped that the wizard in front of him could like it and buy it.

Shaoke carefully observed the cloak taken out by the merchant: it was black, which was a little blacker than Shaoke's body and was much wider. There were some gold and silver rust on the bottom. There were irregular rusts on the cloak with runes mixed with gold and silver rust. It seemed that he didn't know the characters or patterns that the tailor made from. Anyway, Shaoke didn't know any of them.

"Is there any other cloak? It's all black." Shaoko was a little dissatisfied with the laces and strange characters embroidered on the cloak. He hoped to get a cloak that was all black.

The merchant looked at the cloak on Shaoke in a little embarrassedly and said, "Dear Master, I don't have the style you mentioned here. Now almost all merchants don't have the same color cloak, unless it is specially customized. Look! This cloak is specially made of black fuses. I heard that it is very suitable for drawing some magic circles on it. These runes were circulated in a magic tower that was discovered just last year. After those big families had no results in research, they agreed to let people imitate it everywhere. I hope someone can find the meaning of these words, but it is hard to say..." The merchant saw the two rhombus bodies of the mage's eyes in front of him spinning violently, and his dizziness made him stop talking and selling.

The text in a magic tower? Hehe! Although I know that this other world is not worse than the world I had at first, and there are many places that are much more advanced, I didn’t expect that the merchant’s sales eloquence is no less than the street stall owners in his previous life!

Shaoke mobilized his mental power slightly and suppressed the merchant's promotion: "Okay! Just give me this one, one gold coin, fifteen silver coins? No! I won't give silver coins, the mage's money is not so easy to make."

The merchant was willing to refuse to agree, but suddenly remembered that the customer in front of him was a second-level mage, not an ordinary adventurer. Besides, although this cloak was exquisitely crafted, it was not worth a gold coin, at least it was not a loss, right?

Under the fooling of the merchant, Shaoke bought almost half of the goods of the merchant. On the one hand, the merchant in front of him was very embarrassed to say, making Shaoke feel embarrassed to not have other people's things. On the other hand, Shaoke also needs the things he bought this time. A bunch of things were turned out from one box after another of the merchants: high-quality paper, spices, exquisite quill pens, small bottles, various gem powders... So, Shaoke even revealed a little about the intention of looking at the purse, so the merchant tried hard to recommend a small silk purse that could be hung around his neck, and Shaoke was planning to use it to replace the small bag he made with empty stone beads.

A large bag of items was piled up in front of Shaoke. The skin bag on his body could not hold these things at all, not to mention that the mage who had decreased physical strength now had no strength to carry these items. Seeing that Shaoke was hesitant, the merchant quickly ordered the guys around him to help carefully place these things in a large wooden box and sent them to follow the mage to send them back.

Shaoke admired this businessman very much, which made him feel like he was buying things at street stalls in his previous life. Perhaps because he was a wizard, a feeling that a customer was God. When the merchant sent two friends to help, Shaoke suddenly felt happy: "Thank you! I think if you continue to do this from now on, just do it as you did just now. You will definitely be a successful businessman. Maybe we will meet again in the future. I just hope that you can prepare a black cloak for me at that time."

Not to mention the merchant was thinking hard about what the mage said just now, just talking about Shaoke. After he brought the two mates who carried the goods to him to his residence, each of them gave them a silver coin as compensation. Of course, the box was also kept by the two mates, saying that it was kept by his master.
Chapter completed!