Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 360 The Magic Thieves' Circus

The battle between the remnants of the Thunder God Palace and the golem guards of the Void Battleship seems destined to last a long time, with battles taking place continuously in the second sky every day thereafter.

Every day, the Silver Shuttle would experience several violent tremors, or the magic lamps would collectively go out. Then, golems and alchemists from all over would urgently transport supplies to the damaged areas for emergency repairs.

This went on for a month and a half, and Locke was starting to get used to it.

Just like other formal wizards who are used to such things.

Inside the Void Battleship Library.

During this time, Locke had finished reading all the materials he had brought with him, improving his knowledge in the fields of botany, breeding, and potion-making.

At this moment, he was browsing through the books in the Void Battleship's free library.

His eyes brightened slightly. Although the books in the free library were indeed of poor quality, they were not without high-quality articles.

It's like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

At that moment, Locke found a description of an abyss-type potion—[Mammon Powder Potion].

This is actually a potion formula that can increase the mental power of wizards in the vaporization stage and accelerate liquefaction.

"I didn't expect this kind of gain," Locke mused. 'Taking the Mammon Powder potion can accelerate the vaporization stage of a wizard's spiritual energy, the process of materializing spiritual power. It can also accelerate the liquefaction of my spiritual energy, granting me even more powerful psychic abilities.'

"Moreover, I already possess most of the materials in my Astral Ring. Even the Mammon demon is sealed within Howard's body, and Howard himself has been brought into the Druid Ring to become my demiplane gardener. I can extract a portion of the Mammon demon from him at any time and attempt to concoct this potion."

Locke's eyes lit up with delight. 'After successful refining, it can also be synthesized; killing two birds with one stone.'

At this moment, the wizard Salvador came over, glanced at the Mammon Powder potion in Locke's hand, shook his head slightly, and looked at Locke with confusion. "Why are you looking at this stuff? Mammon Powder potions are not only difficult to make, requiring familiarity with Abyss Potionology, but Abyss potions also have severe side effects."

"I remember the Mammon Powder potion. If your constitution is not strong enough and you force yourself to take it, your body will gradually lose its sense of touch and then gradually turn into a golden statue. Even if your constitution is strong, if you take these abyss potions day and night, the toxicity of the potions will accumulate and sooner or later, it will also turn you into a golden statue."

Locke glanced at the strange old man, knowing that the old man was definitely not interested in Abyss Potionology, so he simply said, "Well, I'm just learning about it. Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory."

The Salvadoran wizard looked at Locke with even greater respect. "You are truly a noble botanical wizard."

“Breeder Augustine, I can see it. You would be a perfect fit for our Hands of the Jungle. All I need is a letter of recommendation from you…”

Suddenly, the Silver Shuttle shook violently, and the entire shuttle was plunged into darkness.

Locke frowned, closed the book in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, the book automatically flew back to its original position on the bookshelf.

I've already written down the recipe. Now that I'm back in my room, I can start experimenting using the equipment in the simple potion room in my suite on the warship.

However, this should be the third time today that the magic lights inside the warship have suddenly all gone out.

What happened?

Soon, the various sound transmission arrays built into the Sun-Chasing Silver Shuttle emitted sounds. "Please rest assured, passengers, we have discovered the entrance to the net tunnel that allows us to escape the remnants of the Thunder God's Palace. Entering the net tunnel, we predict we can make up for the ten days' lost journey in one go and arrive at the Six Towers five days ahead of schedule."

At the same time, completely rid ourselves of the remnants of Thor's Palace.

"Upon entering the network, a second magical pressure disturbance will occur. Passengers, please do not worry too much. If you encounter any problems, you can seek help from the potion master on the airship."

During this period, Locke consulted a lot of materials, but still couldn't find much high-quality information about this special life form, the Second Sky and the Remnant of the Thunder God's Palace.

However, some articles suggest that the Second Sky is indeed a separate world from the Wizarding World. Therefore, all wizards in the space beneath the Second Sky are subject to malicious attacks, and a very small number of sensitive wizards may even experience magical pressure disorder, the so-called magical pressure imbalance syndrome. These articles speculate that perhaps the Wizarding World previously annexed some worlds but did not fully assimilate them, leading to this situation.

However, these are just speculations, and they are not much different from what the strange old man, the wizard Salvador, said.

Locke was about to get up when he suddenly noticed some wizards walking towards them in the darkness.

Locke glanced at the Salvadoran wizard sitting next to him, then sat down again.

The next moment, the lights came on, and one by one the magic lamps regained their light.

Locke squinted and saw five first-ring wizards standing in front of him. Four of them were ordinary wizards, and one of them was a wizard at the vaporization stage.

All five people were wearing gray wizard robes, hiding their faces beneath them.

Locke looked at the five people and said, "Gentlemen, is there anything I can help you with?"

The five men stared intently at the Salvadoran sorcerers. One of them, whose nose was painted with red paint, said, "Gentlemen, we've taken a liking to the seats you're currently sitting in. Could you please move aside?"

"There are plenty of seats in the library, it wouldn't hurt to give them to us, would it?"

Before Locke could finish speaking, the wizard Salvador was already furious. In his eyes, it was already excessive enough to make him ride on a void warship with this group of ignorant ecological destroyer wizards, but now there were five clowns who actually came up to him and said such disrespectful things.

The Salvadorian wizard immediately launched into a tirade of insults, which overwhelmed the only female wizard among the five, causing her face to change drastically.

Locke glanced at the Salvadoran wizard, knowing that the five men had come with ill intentions. "Five gentlemen, firstly, private duels are not allowed on a wizard's ship."

"Secondly, I am the bewitching wizard Locke Augustine. I wonder if you could spare this Mr. Salvador's attention for my sake."

The five wizards remained expressionless, and the one with the red nose who was leading them sneered. "What bewitching wizard? Never heard of him."

"Is he some kind of powerful character?"

"Do we need to give you face? If you dare to block our way, we'll kill you."

Locke's expression changed. He wasn't angry because of the other party's rudeness, but because he realized that the other party was targeting the Salvadoran wizard.

Therefore, the identities of these five people are quite obvious; they are probably black wizards invited by the Ptolemaic family.

At this moment, the Void Battleship, the Silver Shuttle of the Sun, seemed to have plunged into a special celestial phenomenon in a second sky. The entire battleship suddenly fell into darkness again, all the magic lamps went out in an instant, and all the magic traps and magic devices became ineffective in that instant.

The five wizards roared, "Sixth brother has succeeded! Make your move!"

At the very last moment before the lights went out, the five of them took off their wizard robes, and in an instant, each of them was wearing a circus costume.

The leader was a clown with a red nose painted on his face, the only woman was a female magician holding a colorful magic wand, and there were also people dressed as animal trainers, fortune tellers, and puppeteers.

Many wizards in the library noticed this and their expressions changed, because they had recognized the other party's identity.

"It's the Magic Thief Circus, pirates who specialize in infiltrating various void warships and make a living by robbing them. Isn't this wizard airship supposed to be strictly checked? How did they get on board?"

"Damn it, a dark wizard has boarded this warship."

"Where are the warship's commanders? What are they doing?"

(End of this chapter)