As a person who is good at managing time, Mogan is also very good at sneaking around. When he was younger in this life, he used tips from extracurricular knowledge in basic magic classes.
At that time, his concept of magic was still at the "technical" stage, and he cared more about covering a wide range of subjects and neglecting techniques. He was always very motivated to learn, and he would go to the library to "hunt for treasures" from time to time. When he was assigned to consolidate his knowledge and practice the copying spell repeatedly, Mogan was bored when he learned that the spell was time-sensitive and could not permanently copy items or money, so he played a clever trick.
He first took the paper airplane he folded during practice and carefully made a copy. He rummaged through the teacher's teaching aids for the potion to activate the magic, and made a funnel-like device to let the process of copying the spell go on the assembly line he built. operates automatically.
As a well-prepared cheater, Mogan calculated very clearly. He also took into account the inevitable speed changes when the simple equipment was dripping liquid, and roughly concluded that automatic casting would be able to meet the standards for handing in the homework in about half an hour.
After the happy opportunism, the rest of the day can be allocated freely, which is a pretty good result.
However, the final result was somewhat out of his imagination, proving that magic is not a complete calculation problem of one plus one equals two.
Regarding the current situation, Mogan also set a rough deadline. It would take him about an hour in total to reach his destination, activate the potion under the full moonlight, complete the casting of the potion and spells, and the overall layout of the materials.
Since the magic equipment didn't work very well, Mogan also came up with a temporary solution.
Mogan pulled two pieces of grass from the grass nearby, inserted the thick piece into the door bolt, folded the thin piece, stuck the flexible part in the gap, and stuffed it firmly into the other end of the door. At least as far as he knows now, people in this world don't generally understand this simple and crude anti-theft technique. It is random to speculate that a boring guy can "anti-theft" for guests inside the door.
After doing this, Mo Gan immediately left the scene.
The land breeze in the evening passed through the flowers, soaking in the sweet and complex aroma, and also made the air in the middle of the mountain refreshing and pleasant.
The classification of seasons in the common sense of the twin continents is roughly the same as what Morgan once understood, but it is not absolute because of the huge differences in geographical environment. There are places like the south side of the Lettersman Mountains where the town of Windsor is located, where it is like spring all year round.
The poets in the Imperial City of Cole also prefer the corners of this continent. They are intoxicated with the combination of words and sounds, often praising this pure land with few disputes, and praising nature for its ability to influence everything, eliminate greed, and even people whose hearts are as solid as ice will be touched.
It is Mogan's nature to deny this romanticism, but this does not prevent him from capturing the information he wants.
——It’s safer here.
Reaching the top of the mountain as quickly as possible, looking down at the valley, and using the moonlight to tell the direction, Mogan saw his destination.
The Leitsmann Mountains are characterized by rolling hills, including some valleys covered with vegetation. Due to the characteristics of a certain kind of tall magical vegetation, the paths that ordinary people can travel in the valley differ every day according to the season, day and night.
Locals will also actively avoid this troublesome terrain and call all such areas "Lost Valley".
But there is no way to leave. This magical plant is usually not aggressive, but just likes to grow in a more naughty way. If you want to forcibly break through the natural and ever-changing valley maze, whether you use burning, chopping or other methods, you can forcefully open a passage and follow a straight path out of the valley, but it will inevitably leave traces in the vegetation.
Nature may not be able to influence everything, but it can often preserve evidence. Even wood mages cannot completely repair the damaged vegetation to its original state, simply because all life contains unique power, especially individuals containing magic.
Because of this, Mo Gan did not dare to leave any traces and could not determine the best path to the destination on foot at any time, so he could only make temporary judgments.
But this happened to be no problem for him.
Morgan took off his shirt, closed his eyes, completely let go of his senses, concentrated all his energy, and gained the foundation of absolute concentration.
Then he silently recited the obscure incantation he was born with. The speaking speed progresses from slow to fast, and the ancient syllables seem to collide, oscillate, and couple with each other in the air, and finally stop abruptly at a node and are instantly silenced.
A strange warm current gradually spread from his heart. Mo Gan, who had completely gathered his energy, tried his best to control the direction and degree of these changes, letting them spread and stretch from his blood vessels until they passed through his body and spread all over his limbs.
Eventually, most of the power gathered in one place, slowly condensing at the back.
When he opened his eyes again, in addition to feeling more intense power, Mogan's eyes shone with the same golden light as when they were displayed in the daytime. His pupils also deformed, and the dragon scales that emerged behind his eyes changed from light-colored lines to It directly turned into tiny thin slices that were superimposed and covered.
The most striking difference is on his back.
Blocking out the soft moonlight and completely covering part of the ground, the combination of man and wings cast an unignorable shadow on the grass. The dragon's unique wings are tighter and thicker than bat wings, more refined and distinct than bird wings, and they open and relax with the breath.
The two wings are stretched out at the same time, the shape is beautiful and strong, and the size basically meets the needs of the human body.
If the boss he saw during the day was here, he would definitely be able to recognize the unique black scales on the dragon wings. Although one size smaller than normal dragon scales, they still reflect different colors of moonlight, changing with the change of angle.
Every dragon is unique. And perhaps because he has half human blood at the same time, Mogan's difference is even more obvious.
Morgan tried his best to adjust his breathing rate. Because the result of the transformation is different from the pure human body or dragon form, and does not match the appearance he has changed during his main training over the years, it is not easy to achieve an adaptable balance in an instant.
What's more, he also needs to control his breath as much as possible.
The powerful aura after dragon transformation will affect the perception of other animals, making them uneasy due to instinct, and the abnormal movements of animals may also be implicated in changes in plants like dominoes. Mogan knew that all indirect effects were difficult to predict, and he did not want his whereabouts and transformation to be discovered. He had to adjust his state to a state of internal and external balance after partial transformation.
Half-dragon transformation.
This was originally a skill that only a few powerful people in the dragon clan could master. But for Mogan, who truly has human blood and was born a human rather than a dragon, he does have a big advantage in learning this skill that is considered "not very practical".
Mogan took a shortcut.
Compared to the young dragon who looked like he was wearing a tight-fitting suit when he first became a human, and walked with two bare legs that he wished he had the same hands and feet, Mogan was born in human form in this life, and he still has more than 20 years of "being a human" in his previous life. Experience" is naturally different.
After mastering the technique of complete perversion, revealing subtle racial characteristics is not a problem for Morgan. But to truly control the balance point between the human body and the dragon body, and to integrate the main functional structures into the desired appearance, it still requires years of practice.
Remembering that there was another unstable factor that forced him to race against time, Mogan quickly stabilized his condition, then spread his wings and took to the air.
He didn't forget to put his clothes worth several dollars in his arms, and also carried the potion ingredients he had prepared earlier.
He flew to the other end of the valley, hovered and glided in the air for a moment, and landed on an inconspicuous mountain.
Mogan, who landed firmly on the ground, walked among the vines and branches, walked around half a circle, and approached a cave entrance covered in vines.
He waved his hand briefly, and the dense vines covering the entrance of the cave disappeared in an instant.
——It is just an illusion made up of a blinding technique, which can isolate most less intelligent creatures. If you observe carefully, you can still find some clues, but it only needs occasional consolidation and strengthening.
But now, they may no longer be needed.
Mogan stared into the cave. The moonlight through the treetops could barely shine into this hidden cave, especially on a full moon today. But even with the bright moonlight shining on it, from this angle, ordinary people are still almost completely unable to see what’s going on inside.
After lighting the candle that had been prepared earlier, Mogan stared at the spotless cave wall and then walked forward.
At first, the sound of footsteps could be masked by the late-night chirping of insects outside. Soon, all that was left in Mogan's ears was the even rhythm of walking and its accompanying long echo. The cave within his field of vision was bottomless at first, but Mogan reached the end in just a moment.
The pottery pot contained the cold-branch grass potion that had just been humiliated by Lucifer. Fifty-eight pieces of ebony tree stumps forged from black ox horn mixed with special wood were hung to dry on a special rack made of iron plates. These practical products are neatly arranged at the end of the cave.
On the other side, a treasure chest with simpler decoration and stronger structure was placed.
Mogan stepped forward, opened the treasure chest with the key, and lifted the lid inlaid with a variety of dark ores.
A box full of gold coins suddenly appeared in front of him.
They reflect each other and highlight the pure gold that represents luxury, making people unable to take their eyes away.
There is just one thing, combined with Mogan's serious mood, such extreme beauty seems to have lost the "soul" of self-expression.
As an extreme lover of wealth, Mogan seemed not to be conscientious enough - his expression was calm, and not only did he show no excitement for his favorite treasures, it even seemed as if their appearance was exactly as expected, which seemed out of place and uncomfortable.
