"Please let me check your magic wand. All magic weapons of level three or above must undergo a short appraisal and be registered with this station before they can be used normally."

Duty Dream Department, Logistics Department.

Everything is guaranteed here.

"Well, here." Sheldon handed his wand into the hand of the woman across from him honestly, "How much time will it take?"

"It will take about five minutes. The main purpose is to analyze the composition of your wand." The other party showed no expression. He just blinked and took a breath. The two dark golden magic lines on his hand flowed like water, and the magic gradually penetrated into Sheldon.

of magic wand.

"Ah...what a nostalgic wand...he has been with me for more than ten years. I remember that I was only a teenager when I broke him off from the chestnut tree.

Woolen cloth."

"Well, Li Muxin..." She nodded in approval, "The strength is acceptable, the magic level is level three..." Suddenly, she said in a doubtful tone, "This

A wand...did you make it yourself?"

Sheldon nodded and crossed his arms.

Merlin has been placed in a stroller temporarily placed in the office. Unfortunately, Martin has also been assigned a job - taking care of the child.

Now he is not only responsible for the night's work, but also helps Sheldon take care of his children. Of course, his salary has increased slightly.

An increase of eight silver coins will bring some improvement to Martin's life.

"Indeed." Sheldon smiled and nodded, "It's just a very ordinary wand."

"Still testing, please wait." The lady didn't care at all about his words and took it as a fart.

Can an ordinary chestnut wood be made into a magic wand? She wouldn't believe it to her death.

Magic weapons need the nourishment of rune magic and the support of cherished magic materials, otherwise they cannot become something that warlocks are fighting for.

"What is this used as the core?" The woman's tone was a little strange.

Because she discovered that the source of magic power of this chestnut wand... was actually alive!

But... it's the kind of lingering... It's not just lingering, it's like being stripped away by its own master.

In her sea of ​​consciousness, a thin golden thread floated quietly inside the chestnut wand, as if -

"That's one of my magic lines. I have to say that I was still too curious at that time." Sheldon smiled bitterly, "But I got over it in the end, didn't I?"

"Oh..." She took a breath of horror, "You...you actually peeled off your own magic pattern and carved it into the container?"

"That's right."

Sheldon has been interested in all magic since he was a child, including magic patterns, of course.

This was a failed but successful experiment.

Since then, Sheldon has changed from a four-magic pattern warlock to a three-magic pattern warlock, and this chestnut wand has become one of the magic weapons he carries with him.

Obviously, this wand is different from other magic weapons. It is a part of Sheldon and can exert greater power in his hands.

"Madman..." the lady murmured, "This chestnut wand has been recorded. I issue a license for use on behalf of the Logistics Department of the Dream Department. The ownership of this wand still belongs to you."

"Thank you." Sheldon took the handed card, greeted and left.

His physical condition seems to be fluctuating recently, and his use of magic power seems to be disordered.

Of course he discovered this.

Sheldon didn't have any work today, so Sheldon was strolling around the Dream Store leisurely.

The general counsel has the right to enter and exit all departments, just like the director of the Dream Department.

Busy, yet organized.

Not far away, Sheldon could see that the Nightmare Research Department was using magic to dismantle the latest captured nightmares bit by bit, but they were all things that in his opinion had little research value, with deep or shallow shadows on them.

The sorcerers' men slowly separated, and the recorders next to them took notes one after another, refusing to neglect.

Sheldon just smiled and walked towards his office.

He had a hunch that the magic rain caused by the World Tree might have had some effect on his body...

When I returned to the office, it was completely empty. There were only two desks and matching chairs in the room. There were cradle and a coffee table and sofa in two corners, with tea sets neatly placed on them, which were still brand new.

The wall is dark brown covered with dust, and there is a painting on it. In the painting, a shy person hastily covers his vagina with his body.

"Hey, you're back?" Martin crossed his legs and smiled at him, "I didn't expect that I have my own office now."

"Haha..." Sheldon took three steps at a time and walked to the cradle to check Merlin's condition.

When Merlin saw the familiar face, he immediately beamed and giggled.

His mouth kept spitting out characters with unknown meanings, which seemed to be able to form sentences, but they were intermittent.

"Hmm...hehe." Sheldon smiled and touched his head, "Grow up a little bit, grow up a little bit..."

Because he was an orphan, no one taught him how to speak.

Merlin is already one year old. He can't hear anything in his breathing, let alone communicate. It's normal to mumble and learn to speak now.

However, neither of them knew much about it, after all, they had never had children before.

"He really doesn't like crying." Martin added after seeing this.

"I also said that he is very smart." Sheldon left the cradle, "By the way...do you smoke?"

"Smoking, what's wrong? You smoke too? But with my salary, I can only buy inferior goods and fine tobacco for a few copper coins... Sigh... It's hard to explain in words." Martin sighed.

He shook his head and said, "But the boss gave me a salary increase, which is a full eight silver coins. I don't have children now, so I am a complete bachelor."

"Besides," Martin changed his sitting position, "I had to rest in the ordinary Dreamer lounge before, but now I can get better treatment."

"I don't smoke," Sheldon shook his head, "Don't smoke here anymore."

Smoking is harmful to babies' health.

Merlin lay quietly in his cradle.

He could say a few words, stand up and take two steps like a normal one-year-old.

He does not, and does not have the ability.

However, he will... soon.

In Merlin's sea of ​​consciousness, another "nanny" was taking the trouble to teach the rightful owner of this body how to speak.

"I."

"Uh-oh."

"I."

"vomit......"

"I!"

"Uh-oh!"

"Why would a nightmare like me be bound in a container like this..." The nightmare whispered in Merlin's sea of ​​consciousness.

He is boring, very boring...

He really wanted to weave a few dreams... to torture the people inside, and then happily enjoy their magic power.

Advanced nightmares can create their own dreams and formulate a series of rules.

As long as the person who enters the dream breaks the rules, they can justifiably devour all living beings who enter the dream.

This is the rule, this is Didamo's restriction, it is unstoppable.

Just like the people of Luling, the more magic power they endure, the weaker their bodies become.

"I know, I know..." Martin looked indifferent, "Speaking of which, I really should thank you for saving my life and now helping me find a good job. Although I miss my third wife a little bit.

They're just followers, we just don't live together."

"If you have any questions, you can also ask me. The one who is near the water first gets the moon." Sheldon gently took out his wand from his arms, put it in the palm of his hand and rubbed it carefully.

He groaned, the magic power in his body surged, and crackling sounds continued to be heard.

He needed to make sure...

"Dude, what are you doing?"

You can even see through a layer of clothing that Sheldon's body is glowing!

His black trench coat moved automatically without any wind, and a small trickle of magic power erupted from the tip of his wand, jumping randomly in the air.

"Kick-kick!" When Merlin saw it, he pointed excitedly and even climbed up the small railing of the simple cradle, shouting curiously.

Sheldon is checking himself.

"Dude?"

"I'm checking myself." Sheldon's voice was low, "Quiet."

Although Martin didn't understand what he was saying, he calmed down and just watched.

Sheldon's spirit instantly sank into the ocean of magic.

It was his own strength, like a large and dense net, densely packed and running through his body.

Magic circuit, normal.

Is there a magic disorder? No.

The degree of physical weakness is moderate.

The deepest part of Sheldon's body...

That's where the magic pattern is engraved.

Originally there were only three dark golden lines, but for some reason...

A magic pattern that had been wiped away unexpectedly showed signs of resurrection. In Sheldon's eyes, this new magic pattern was like a rabbit tail, short and thick!

"Ho...ho!" The flashing light spots in his eyes disappeared. Sheldon was very excited, but couldn't express it immediately.

He looked at his chestnut wand with a complicated expression.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Sheldon turned around, turned to Martin and sat down next to him, "Don't you have anything to do during the day?"

"I was originally going to train, but now I have a new errand and I'm here." Martin shrugged and said easily.

"So, is there anything you want to learn? Now I am idle anyway."

"Can you show me your magic wand? I've never touched a level 3 magic weapon before, hehe..."

"Here, here you go." Sheldon handed over his wand, "Then let me tell you a story from my past."
Chapter completed!