Let us push the time a little, and let our eyes come to the Tower of Stars.

Sartre walked into Julian's room with three bags of psychic powder, "Teacher, I'm here."

After a night of thinking and tossing and turning, he finally plucked up the courage to come to the teacher.

Because he didn't sleep all night, he was holding two obvious dark circles, and his eyes were covered with dense bloodshots.

Perhaps Sorsander was right, he should not let down the teacher's expectations.

Since the teacher has paid the price for him, he can only bite the bullet and continue to follow his will.

At this time, Julian changed into a gray robe made of unknown material, holding a crystal ball about the size of a human head in his hand.

He was not surprised by Sartre's arrival, but said lightly: "Wait a minute, and the ceremony will begin soon."

"Teacher, do you already know I'll come today?"

"I'm a prophet, Sartre," Julian smiled gently, walked straight to the wooden table beside him and began to sort out the spices he needed.

Sartre couldn't help but sniff the teacher as he looked at the teacher's movements.

The powder of the vengeful spirit, the fragments of the soul crystal, the star salt, the grass leaves and roots of the dead soul grass, and...

His eyes suddenly froze. He watched the teacher pull out a silver-white card from the drawer of the wooden table, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Judging from the aura emitted from that card, it was clearly a silver-level card. Judging from the patterns depicted above, the original owner has successfully condensed into two or three talisman inscriptions...

"Teacher, this card is..."

"The main material of the ceremony," Julian glanced at the card in his hand, and swung it gently, and the soft star power flew into Sartre's hand with it. "After all, you are going to perform the advanced ritual. I'm afraid that just psychic powder is not enough."

In the extraordinary world, or in the eyes of extraordinary people in the gold and holy grail systems, extraordinary cards are also a material or spice.

Because in essence, extraordinary cards are condensed from the broken spirituality of everything, but there is less spice, and more extraordinary cards.

For example, a pharmacist in the Holy Grail system can refine extraordinary cards into corresponding potions, so that the drinker can temporarily have the characteristics of some of the cards he uses.

For the extraordinary people of gold coin type, not only can the extraordinary card be regarded as an outstanding spice, but it can also be regarded as a means of protection.

Even if you encounter unspeakable dangers or events during the prophecy, the prophet or prophet can gain a glimmer of life by consuming extraordinary cards.

After all, as a spiritual material, extraordinary cards can also be carried by the soul.

Sartre subconsciously took the flying card, looked at the complicated patterns on it, felt the extraordinary aura faintly revealed in it, and couldn't help swallowing.

This is a card for the extraordinary gold coin.

Even if he has an identity similar to the Lord of the Star Tower, he cannot get any extraordinary cards from the spice library, let alone extraordinary cards in the gold coin system.

As a holy land for the extraordinary gold coin, the Tower of Stars accepts a large number of extraordinary gold coin every year, and many extraordinary gold coin coin die here.

Many of them will voluntarily present the extraordinary card condensed after death to the Tower of Stars as the final gift to the Tower of Stars. I think this is exactly the case with this extraordinary card.

But, is this worth it?

Even if Julian is the tower master of the Tower of Stars, his authority is enough to call the extraordinary card of the silver level, but the question is, will this card be consumed in an advanced ceremony?

Even though Julian had refreshed Sartre's perception again and again, at this moment, Sartre still took a breath and was a little unacceptable.

Not only for the teacher, but also for this extraordinary gold coin system whom I have never known each other.

He probably would never have thought that the extraordinary card after his death would be used on a fool who had been stuck in the bronze level and advanced to the silver level for many years, right?

Putting his heart in his heart, Sartre couldn't describe the weirdness and bitter smile when he thought that his extraordinary cards would be used on people like him.

Or maybe, even after he dies, there may not be anyone willing to use his extraordinary cards, right?

"Teacher, this is not worth it..."

Sartre subconsciously wanted to return the card to Julian, but was stopped by Julian.

He still stressed again without getting tired of it, "Sartre, you must be clear that whether you admit it or not, you are my apprentice. Even if you don't believe in yourself, please believe in the eyes of your teacher, and also the eyes of the best prophets on the mainland."

"But teacher, what's the point of this? This is just an advanced ritual. There is no need to consume this extraordinary card... I have already felt the breath of fate, I am also proficient in the comparison of rituals and spices. In addition, you have applied for the help of the Tower of Stars for me, I..."

At the end, Sartre's tone became weaker, and he seemed to be a little confident.

"Sartre, don't hide it from me," Julian said slowly. "Even Sorsander can tell you something wrong, can't I tell you? After all, I'm your teacher."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became quiet, the huge crystal ball was still rotating, and the runes on it appeared and disappeared, reflecting the expressions of the two people.

"Do you remember what I was telling you in the first class?"

"You have made a point to me that extraordinary power comes from our knowledge, which cannot be seen, smelled, tasted, heard, touched, it is only the product of our feelings."

"What are the conditions required for the bronze level to advance to the silver level? I mean the extraordinary person in the gold coin system."

"A successful application, corresponding accumulation of extraordinary aura, corresponding relatively skilled ritual techniques and spice ratios, and souls that can carry further strengthening."

These are the most basic common sense. For Sartre, a questioner at the Tower of Stars, it is a piece of cake. He can even blurt out without thinking.

However, there was no joy on his face, but instead he was silent.

"Then what are you missing now, do you know?"

"Teacher, I... know." Sartre's hard words echoed in the quiet room, "It's my talent..."

call out!

The sound of breaking through the air sounded, and Sartre watched Julian throw the crystal ball the size of a human head in his hand over.

As an extraordinary person above platinum, even if Julian did not deliberately exercise his body, his physical strength was far higher than that of ordinary people.

This crystal ball is coming with great momentum.

Sartre had no idea that the mentor would do this, so he could only barely dodge.

Bang!

Without looking back, he knew it was the crisp sound of the crystal ball hitting the solid ground.

"If you really think so, Sartre, then this card is to make up for your shortcomings in this regard."
Chapter completed!