A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 101 Transactions and Rules

Quinn stared out at the hazy world.

Heavy rain pattered against the black umbrella. This was Sewell's neighborhood, not far from the apartment where he once lived. A white mist enveloped the apartment building, and water accumulated on the ground, making it a muddy mess.

He heard the bells of the Eternal Church ringing. It was eight o'clock in the morning, a quarter of an hour before the trading time.

Quinn's attire was no different from the beggars around him: a coarse cloth shirt, tattered lama pants, and a woven bag on his shoulder, with no one knowing what was inside.

No one would notice him, and no one would think that this down-and-out guy was the arcanist who had just graduated from the academy.

Quinn finished the coffee can he had packed from the train station, then crumpled the can into a ball and threw it away.

Although there was garbage everywhere in Sewell, Quinn, as a modern man, still had some basic qualities. He threw away the garbage to find something to do during this period.

He took out the elderberry wand of the same model as the brave Merlin from the cloth bag. This wand worth 500 gold pounds looked like a broken branch in his hand.

Quinn pointed his wand at the trash on the ground.

He recited the spell carefully, word by word, with a rhythmic tone:

"Mobiliabrus"

The mental power flows through the magic circuit in the left arm and is infused into the magic wand. Under the guidance of the spell, a little mana is condensed and takes shape.

The coffee can on the ground began to tremble as if it had a seizure. It was obviously not touching anything, but it began to move with Quinn's wand -

Mind power spell.

The most basic first-level arcane magic, through spells, transforms mental power into invisible force and manipulates objects remotely.

Things like Ankuya's ability to get wine through the air and Amemiya Ningning's ability to write through the air are both advanced applications of telekinesis.

The power of telekinesis depends on the quality of one's mental strength. Generally, an arcane master who has practiced meditation for many years can use telekinesis to reach a level close to his own physical strength.

Because of its extremely low energy conversion efficiency, this spell is difficult to use in combat, and is only convenient. But when the mental power reaches an inhuman level, it is a completely different story.

It is said that the brave Merlin can deflect meteorites falling to the earth and overturn mountains and seas with his mental power alone.

The telekinesis spell Quinn cast at this time was not like this.

The wand pointed eastward, and the can stumbled eastward as well, though it kept veering off course, requiring him to correct it with sweaty hands. His speed wasn't ideal either; it looked like his telekinesis spells only had a gram or two of force at best, let alone making the can float and appear and disappear at will.

He was not even as good as Celia. One of the midterm exams for first-year students was to cast telekinesis without chanting and to be able to stably control light objects for one minute.

It wasn't that Quinn's mental strength was lacking. After two Sequence 9 advancements, his mental strength was already very high for an average person. He could now maintain a focused mental state for almost an entire day without fatigue. In the next written application exam, Quinn was confident he could get a good score without cheating.

But he had too few circuits to manipulate the arcane.

Regardless of their quality or blockage, a normal person's circuits are at least distributed throughout their body. If a portion is missing, it can be considered a complete lack of arcane talent. While Quinn's circuits, inherited from Merlin, are of exceptional quality, capable of performing the legendary Immobilization Spell, they are insufficient.

Just like a tree, he is only at the level of half a root. If he wants to use this little circuit to control the arcane, he needs to put in five or even ten times more effort than an ordinary person.

Quinn could feel a controllable line connecting the wand to the iron pipe, but the controllability was extremely poor, like asking someone to grab Turkish ice cream with one hand, thinking they could catch it, but in fact it was all a fake move.

Telekinesis is the simplest arcane spell. Quinn practiced it for several days but made almost no progress, let alone other more complicated arcane spells.

I'm afraid it will be difficult to make any progress until the circuits in the arms are expanded.

Fatigue spread from his brain, Quinn let out a breath and stopped struggling.

He suddenly discovered that there was a beggar waiting behind him. He was in tattered clothes, looked haggard, and was being drenched in rain, staring at the tin can on the ground.

Tin cans are not ordinary garbage and can be sold as scrap, with a value of about one penny.

Quinn didn't mind this casual act of kindness. It was troublesome to find a trash can anyway, so he put away his wand and signaled him to pick up the tin can.

The homeless man whispered to Quinn, "You water bottle."

Quinn made way. "Take it."

Uncle: "No, I say you should say goodbye to arcane magic at your level and come pick up trash with me."

".Yidege Nano."

The beggar took a look at the wand in Quinn's hand, as if he had met someone who knew the value of the wand. He said with a stern air, "In my time, five out of ten young men who came to Ashwell were there to learn the arcane arts. After all, the academy's motto was 'education for all.'"

"But they only recruit geniuses. Back then, the academy hadn't been split up yet, and you could still take the exam. It was like one in ten people passed. People like you are everywhere! I suggest you sell your wand quickly, use the money, and find a real job. You can't even take the exam now. The students there are all gods sent down from heaven, freaks who can cast spells the moment they're born."

Quinn burst out laughing. This old man is crazy.

"No, I have to practice my arcane skills. Pick up the can and get out of here."

"Must practice?" the old man muttered, bending down to pick up the can and tuck it into his soaked arms. He suddenly lowered his voice and said, "I'll show you a way. There's a small clinic in the sixth block. The doctor there, nicknamed 'The Prophet,' can teach you the arcane arts."

The beggar's voice stopped abruptly.

He shrank back a little, looking terrified, hiding behind Quinn and retreating step by step into the depths of the alley.

Quinn raised an eyebrow, his thief's instinct telling him someone was coming.

There are three of them, and the leader is dangerous.

Turning around, he saw Borna, the second-in-command of Golden Wind, with two of his men.

The two men were guarding the entrance to the alley and did not come in. "Oh, my dear friend, seeing you again makes me more excited than the woman's tongue last night--"

Borna came over carelessly with an umbrella, not caring at all that the accumulated water in the alley had submerged his expensive crocodile leather shoes, and opened his arms to hug Quinn.

But Quinn remained unmoved.

"There should be ten minutes left before the transaction."

"Didn't you arrive early too?" Borna saw that he had an attitude that kept people at a distance, so he had to stop in embarrassment.

"Hey, about that old man guarding the apartment building, I promise he'll keep your information to himself. Don't mind it. As someone in our line of work, you can rest assured that no one will ever look into your information again."

"That's better." Quinn's voice was very cold.

Borna glanced at Quinn's tattered clothes, bent down to roll up his trouser legs that were wet with mud and water, and said casually:
"It's good to be cautious. But there's no need to choose a place like this. I'm a big shot in the underworld after all. It would be embarrassing to let people know that I'm trading in an alley like an underage thug—"

"Heh, aren't you worried about being discovered by the academy?"

"If the academy finds out, we won't be able to hide the transaction anywhere." Borna wiped his hands and suggested, "You can choose the Mirror Lake Restaurant in Eastwell, or any coffee shop, newsstand, phone booth, post office, or pedestrian street to relax. It's not a big deal."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Quinn lifted the bag from his shoulder and shook it in his hand.

"Two, 260 pounds."

"Dear friend, the price we agreed on is one hundred per flower. That's not a low price."

"My last answer was 'I'll think about it,'" Quinn said calmly. "This is too dangerous. One hundred gold pounds isn't worth the risk. Is the price increase reasonable?"

Borna's bright smile slowly faded.

The corners of his narrow eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Young man, do you think we are those petty thieves peddling women's underwear and can bargain?"

"Can't afford it? Forget it."

After saying that, Quinn was about to turn around and leave.

He reached out and grabbed Quinn's shoulder, sneering, "Just leave like that?! You think I'm—"

The palm missed.

The cold tip of the wand touched his forehead. Borna didn't see how he turned around, and Quinn was already standing under the same umbrella with him.

"I'm just a bit shabby, do you really think I'm a beggar?"

After casting the immobilization spell, Quinn, whose head was aching, looked at him coldly, "I know you are a transcendent. Do you want to bet your life on how fast I can cast the spell?"

Borna slowly grinned, revealing a smile with gold teeth.

".You are Grindelwald's teacher, how dare I?"

"You want to threaten me with the academy?"

"Heh, we at Golden Wind never break the rules. You shouldn't bargain at this time."

"Then you can report it to the academy."

Quinn sheathed her wand and walked past him nonchalantly.

"Let's say Golden Wind wanted to buy the Star Flower, but the Divination Department assistant instructor Quinn changed his mind and raised the price, so he stopped selling it and couldn't buy it."

"."

Just as Quinn was about to walk out of the alley.

"—120 gold pounds."

The sound of compromise echoed in the alley.

Borna took off his hat, and the scar on his bald head extended to the back of his head.

He pulled a heavy bag of gold coins from his hat.

"No more."

Quinn turned around and smiled slightly: "If you want to trade, you have to follow my rules."

Now Borna is really popular.

But looking at the wand in Quinn's hand and remembering what fellow applicant Forle had said about him, he forced himself to suppress his anger.

Damn, Grindelwald's monster.

"At least two each time." He said helplessly.