17. My Anti-Magic

The rain outside was mixed with a huge amount of hail that looked like it had been poured down by the gods with a giant dustpan, as if it had squeezed all the air out of the sky and earth. I remember the last time I was in the New Cascades in the dead of winter, four months ago in a blizzard, and I think Kurtz and I would have been frozen to the ground if old Kulu hadn't unrolled a scroll of fire magic in the tent. Seeing how distressed he looked at that time, I knew that the beautiful scroll made of magical parchment must be very precious.

Sister Gogo was on her bended knees on the wolf skin mattress and was checking the tent for water. The tent was pitifully small, a marching tent that must have held only a single person, and although I was small, squeezing in with Sister Gogo limited any movement she could make, so I huddled into the corner as best I could. The whole tent was far more sophisticated than the old Kulu one, and even though the camp was already full of water, the leather waterproof tent was of such high quality that even the exposed leather didn't appear to be damp, not to mention that no water was coming in. The rain was cold, and the front of her magic robe and her waist and crotch were all wet from the rain.

Sister Gogo glared at me and said, "It's raining so hard, you don't know how to run back! The freezing rain in spring at Star Lake Grassland can kill you, how can a small child like you stand it?"

As she said this, she unbuttoned her robe, and with a sizzle the robe fell back from her feet, revealing a grey woolen shirt inside. The shirt was very flattering and showed off her figure to the full. The front of the wool shirt was also wet, and she didn't even hesitate, she just lifted the wool shirt up with both hands and took it off over her head, her chestnut hair hung on the collar buttons and got stuck, and after struggling twice but not breaking free, she said to me, "Jia, help me get the hair off the collar of my jumper, it's hanging."

I was dumbfounded when I saw that the jumper shirt had brought up the camisole inside, and I saw that it was snow white, revealing a small part of my white and plump breasts underneath, and I thought to myself that there should be a cotton shirt on my sister, and I glanced at the hanging rack of the tent, and the nice cotton shirt was hanging on it. My face instantly started to heat up and my heart almost squeezed out of my throat.

I didn't dare to look at it, so I tugged the scarf I was wrapped in and moved over there, carefully untying the lapel pin hanging from Sister Gogo's hair. Sister Gogo tossed her woolen shirt aside and gave me a look, "Look at the water you got all over me.

I hastened to crane my neck in case she got angry and slapped me on the buttocks twice, which would be a shame. So I replied with a shy smile, "Sister Gogo, you can help me later, I think the control of the Force is almost done, last night I tried to draw two magic formations, but just as I put down the brush the Force suddenly fell apart, I don't know why!

Sister Gogo sat in the middle of the tent, looking down at her petticoat, which also had a large wet water mark on it, frowned and took off her petticoat, revealing her flesh-coloured shorts and round, slender legs, but I found a new situation at that moment, which made me not care about anything else, and looked at the magic pattern somewhat dully. She was twisting her waist over like a snake charmer, turning her back on me and rummaging through the clothes in her luggage bag, pulling out the ones that fit and putting them aside for the time being.

I could see an exquisite magic spell engraved on her white, smooth belly, about the size of two adult hands, the whole spell was a pale cyan colour and the texture was not very clear, but to see the wonderful patterns and the mysterious symbols in it made me want to look at it more than once.

"Your magic power is not concentrated enough, right? Drawing a magic formation does not only require a stable and skilled use of magic power, but also requires the concentration of magic power to a single point, if the power is too scattered it cannot resonate with the magic formation at all, of course it won't work." Sister Gogo figured out the problem straight away, explaining it to me as she changed into a thick jumper.

When she saw me staring at her without blinking, she followed my gaze and tried to look at herself, only to realise that I was looking at the magic patterns on her body, so she didn't put the jumper down, but graciously turned her body to face me, trying to make the magic patterns on her belly clearer, and asked me, "How's that?

I was a bit at a loss for an answer, and seeing as she didn't show any sign of displeasure, I looked up at Sister Gogo and asked, "Sister Gogo, is this tattoo also a magical array?"

"Ah, it's an increase type of magic formation inscribed by an inscriber, this is the most elementary one. It's been tattooed for four or five years, look at these magic lines, it's a bit hard to see, so it probably won't be long before it expires. When you really become a magician, I'll take you to get one too!" Sister Gogo gently ran her hand over the magic tattoo spell on her belly, which was spread outwards in a circle around her belly button, and only looked complicated because of the many complex magic symbols interspersed in between. It was obvious that she was fond of this magic pattern, as if she also had some unforgettable memories that made her gaze a bit misty at this moment.

"Isn't a magic pattern spell engraved on a magic scroll? Can you still seal it on your body?" I was curious about all things magical, and was more than bold enough to put my head over and almost press it against the small of Koko's back to get a closer look, asking as I did so.

She had to push my head outward, then looked at me with the same look of pity as my younger brother, her warm hand combing through my still-dry hair, and said, "Almost. Let me tell you, after becoming a magician, there will be a part of magicians who have a very precise control of magic, and they will not use all their Instead of using all of their energy to study magic, they would divide half or most of their energy to focus on magic pattern drawing, and they are called inscribers in the magic world. In fact, all magicians are capable of making primary magic scrolls, but often we don't spend the energy to make them ourselves, the success rate of making magic scrolls is very low and the value of wasted materials is far more expensive than buying a finished scroll. High-level inscribers use expensive magical potions and more precious magical beast leather to create magical constructs, which are magical skills attached to magical equipment. They can also draw auxiliary or protective magic patterns on the body of a warrior or magician to enhance their combat power, look at this elementary water magic enhancement magic pattern I have, it was given to me by my father when I advanced to a level seven magician apprentice and learned my first water magic skill ..."

Sister Gogo said with a dark look in her eyes as she sighed.

"Every magician has to seal an inscription on their body?"

"En, it's a shortcut to enhance strength, and some are able to assist in magic cultivation. The most important thing is that inscriptions require a lot of gold coins, and more advanced inscription formations can't even be bought with money and need to be exchanged for various high grade materials." Gogo once again pressed her snow-white, round belly and said, "This magic spell formation is the most elementary one, and can only increase the power of elementary water magic skills by ten percent. Now that I've become a full magician, I don't use many of my primary magic skills anymore, so this spell might as well be replaced with a primary magic recovery spell."

"Can each magician only have one magic tattoo?" I asked again.

Sister Gogo fished out a pair of shorts from her parcel and tossed them to me, shaking her head, "It depends on how much carrying capacity the magician has, which will grow naturally as the magician's level increases. It is said that Lord Echos, the military commander of the South Mountain Legion of the Green Empire, has level 4 magic spell formations painted on every inch of his body, and the meteoric firestorm he casts can even radiate over a kilometre. Hmm! I can actually just barely afford to seal a second primary magic spell formation right now, but that will have to wait until our belt buckle shop opens up and makes some money."

She laughed even after saying that, this similarly joking thing could possibly turn out to be true.

I looked at her with some envious eyes, I was so hot-headed that I immediately boasted in fear of my chest, "Sister, in the future, you don't need to spend money to hire an inscriber, in the future I will be an inscriber, I will help you seal the best magic patterns all over your body, so that you can become the strongest water support class magician in the Green Empire."

"Okay, Sister Gogo is waiting for that day!" Then suddenly pointing at her own trembling front chest, which was shaped like a teardrop, she blushed slightly and said, "When the time comes, you will help me tattoo here, it's really a bit unacceptable to let other inscribers do it!"

I blushed and averted my gaze. Weakly, I agreed, "Okay."

After changing into some of Sister Gogo's dry clothes, we started to meditate in the tent, and every day Sister Gogo spent a lot of time meditating, telling me that she felt like she was about to break through the bottleneck of a level 3 magician and become a level 4 magician. And I finally managed to draw the anti-magic magic array diagram on this stormy afternoon, only that although I succeeded but it had taken more than 10 seconds, the magic array only faintly flashed twice in the air before it turned into countless fine particles of magic elements and disappeared into the air.

With this good start, I naturally continued to practice according to Sister Gogo's instructions, and I could already clearly feel the fire magic power in my body being drawn out of my body with the pull of my fingertips. The burning sensation in my body became much weaker, and I drew the magic formations more and more fluently.

After failing many times, I sat on my knees in the tent, and when the magic force at the tip of my finger was tapped on the last node of the formation, the creamy yellow lines of the entire formation flowed up like water, and after a rapid flow along the lines of the formation, a pale yellow light appeared under my feet, and a wonderful feeling filled my body. The next moment, a yellowish halo of light came out from underneath my feet, shaped like a small yellowish shield around my waist, and I even heard a squeak as the whole shield disappeared into my body.

My mind was still in a trance as I realized how wonderful it felt to release magic.

It took me nearly 7 days to learn my first magic, "Anti-Magic", and it was a beastly one, so I slowly experienced the changes that Anti-Magic brought to my body. After a quarter of an hour, my body suddenly became slightly sick, the yellowish light shield once again appeared from my waist, flickered twice and then disappeared.

Gogo, meditating aside, also sensed the change in me and slowly opened her eyes to ask me, "What's wrong?"

"The anti-magic only lasted 15 minutes." I replied.

"Yikes! You don't seem to have too much nourishing fire magic power inside you!" Gogo inclined her head and lifted the tent door to look out, "The rain seems to have cleared."

"It's clear!"

I knew that if Gogo cast those similar magic skills of human wizards, such as "Magic Defense", it would last at least ten days, because the magic value consumed by Magic Defense was far less than the magic value restored by the magic pool, and the magic pool was like an inexhaustible source of The fire magic power generated by the burning fruit was not much, and it could only last me 15 minutes for the anti-magic I had painstakingly unleashed.

The fire magic power in my body dried up and the anti-magic was forced to break.

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