Chapter 15 The First Pot of Gold (please read it later)
Could it be said that "helping" oneself also increases merit?
Yihua's eyes lit up and he quickly tried again.
Perhaps because the wound had already healed, the merit value did not increase the second time.
Or perhaps because the injury was too minor, the first treatment gave very little merit, not even one-twentieth of the merit.
"It seems that it is affected by the level of one's own karma and the criticality of the situation. It is often better to provide help in times of need than to add icing on the cake."
The method of "helping" oneself to obtain merit is only applicable to retreat, or after the level of karma is improved.
At this stage, even if you keep hurting yourself, using light therapy to recover will not give you much merit.
Healing yourself will also be recognized as a "good deed" by the superpower, thus providing you with merit. Unfortunately, your karma level is low now, and the merit you provide yourself is better than nothing.
After Yihua figured it out, he put aside this unexpected episode and continued his previous actions.
He first laid the parchment scroll on the table, dipped his quill in the magic-guiding ink, and started writing according to the instructions in the book.
A quarter of an hour later, the half-finished witchcraft scroll flashed with white light and emitted a pungent burnt smell.
"Failed..."
Yihua wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed.
But he was not discouraged and turned to look at the attribute panel.
"Skill: Elementary Scroll Making (1/100)."
Feeling that his ability to make witchcraft scrolls had improved a bit, Yihua had to marvel at the magic of his powers.
Obviously I didn't learn anything from the failure, but I directly improved because of my increased proficiency.
Yihua disposed of the scrapped scrolls, looked at the blank desktop, and thought:
"The magic-guiding ink I bought yesterday can probably be used nineteen times. I'll go to the market to buy a few more parchment scrolls."
The cost of witchcraft scrolls For parchment scrolls and magic ink.
A bottle of magic-guiding ink for making twenty scrolls costs 2 witch crystals, and a blank sheepskin scroll costs 10 crystal coins. After all, the cost of making a set of scrolls is about 20 crystal coins.
One witch crystal can be used to make 5 sets. A scroll with second-class witchcraft sealed can be sold for 1-3 witch crystals depending on the rarity of the witchcraft and the energy affinity of the maker.
As long as he can ensure a success rate of more than one-fifth, he will definitely make money without losing money.
You can give it a try!
Even if you lose a little in the early stage, it doesn't matter. As long as your proficiency increases and your probability of success increases, you will be able to pay off all the hardships.
Thinking of this, Yihua took out the only three witch crystals left and hesitated for a moment.
Thinking that I could earn dozens of crystal coins by healing others every day, I took them all.
He planned to replace all three witch crystals with sheepskin scrolls.
After a while, Yihua went to the market again. After comparing shopping, he found that the middle-aged apprentice wearing a wizard's hat had the best price yesterday.
After learning that Yi Hua had purchased 3 witch crystals at one time, which was 30 sheepskin scrolls, the middle-aged second-class apprentice readily expressed that he would give Yi Hua three more as gifts.
After talking, Yihua learned the name of this middle-aged apprentice—Ural Fernando.
And through chatting, he learned that most of the sheepskin scrolls he sold were purchased from the mortal city of Youle City hundreds of miles away.
Thirty-three sheepskin scrolls are not a small amount. Although he can carry them with his official knight-level strength, he has a more energy-saving option.
After the middle-aged apprentice Ural said goodbye, the 33 sheepskin scrolls were handed over to the three mortal slaves he assigned to move back to his residence with him.
Instructing several mortals to unload 33 sheepskin scrolls onto his bedside, and after sending away several mortal slaves, Yihua began the practice process in full swing.
——Three
days later, there was a flash of golden light. Looking at the third second-class light therapy scroll that was successfully made by luck, Yihua, who had a fairy-like expression on his face, yawned.
"Almost a one-tenth success rate."
He rubbed the dark circles under his eyes and looked at himself again.
"Name: Ivar Fersis"
"Karma Level: Neutral Good (13/100)"
"Realm: First Class Necromancer Apprentice (29/36 Runes) Full Knight (50/100)" "
Wizard Qualifications: First-class Death Affinity (9/9) ↑, Second-class Life Affinity (13/19)..." "
Skill: Elementary Scroll Making (34/100)"
"Witchcraft: Second-class Light Therapy (35/ 100), Death World Travel (7/100), Slavery of the Undead (35/100), Summoning of the Undead (4/100)" "
Merit Value: 2"
In the past few days, Yihua has been practicing five sets of knight's breathing every day Law, receiving several patients.
The remaining time should be no more than four hours for eating and sleeping, twelve hours for meditation, and the remaining time for making scrolls.
The result obtained is that the proficiency in light therapy and scroll making has improved a lot, and he is one step closer to becoming a great knight. His life affinity has increased by 3 points, and his merit points have also accumulated by 2 points again.
But the boring life of the past ten days has also made Yihua feel irritated. He often recalls his life before time travel.
He imagined that if he had not traveled back in time, he might still be playing with his mobile phone, drinking beer, and having dinner with a few close colleagues.
I wonder how my mother and the others are doing after she disappeared, and whether they are worried about me...
Whenever he recalls his past life, Yihua forcibly comforts himself.
You only need to persist for more than two months, and then you can relax after the difficulties are over. The pain now is not a pain, and life in the future will definitely be sweeter.
"I need to make sure that others using the scroll I made can bring merit to myself."
Looking at the scroll in his hand, Yihua exhaled a breath and carefully tightened the ink bottle with only one third left.
The magic-guiding ink he bought earlier has long been used up, and now Yihua bought this new bottle with the witch crystals he earned in the past few days.
After looking at the empty treasury, Yihua decided to get up and go out, first to the market to sell the scroll.
He found a piece of black cloth in the house, hid the other two scrolls, and headed to the market with only one scroll in hand.
After arriving at the market, Yihua randomly found an empty seat, covered the ground with a black cloth, put a freshly baked light therapy scroll on it, and started shouting and selling.
"A second-class life healing scroll, this is the only one, only one witch crystal!"
In order to ensure that it can be sold as soon as possible and not let others doubt the quality, Yihua chose a price slightly lower than the market price.
Although there was only one scroll on the stall where Yihua was selling scrolls, which made the passing apprentices a little surprised, because the price was quite affordable, a black-robed second-class apprentice soon became interested in buying it.
After spending a few minutes to check that there were no quality issues with the scroll, the other party readily took out a witch crystal and paid it to Yi Hua.
Seeing that the scroll was sold, Yihua folded the black cloth used as a stall, stuffed it into his pocket, and then returned to his residence to wait for the other party to use it.
Yi Hua had already planned to make a scroll experiment again without using it for a long time. Unexpectedly, less than an hour later, he felt a warmth coming from his body.
Feeling the sudden increase in merit, Yihua concentrated his attention.
Vaguely, he saw a black-robed apprentice tearing open a scroll of light therapy and healing a seriously injured female apprentice opposite.
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