Dolai had studied these things a long time ago and had prepared some materials when he came. The most difficult of them was naturally the magic crystal.

I now have about three pounds of magic crystal residue on hand, which should be enough to last for a while.

The wizard's special pen is easy to solve. Bamboo and high-level beast fur. Beast skins are also abundant in the village. The wizard's pigment needs to be mixed with medicine, which is more troublesome to refine. It is basically the same as refining a new potion.

Magic crystal, quartz sand, sulfur, crystal, some wood, special sand, take a certain proportion, grind into extremely fine powder, mix together, and then use mental power to sense to see if it is suitable.

Just this alone took Dolai several days to complete, wasting a lot of materials. Looking at these things, his heart was bleeding. These are not materials, but silver coins.

When the weather outside officially entered winter and a layer of fine ice began to form on the surface of the river, a strong wind blew in from the mountains, followed by dark clouds in the sky, and a heavy snow came from inside the mountain to the outside.

It was on this day that Dole's new house was successfully completed.

Victor personally helped with the move, and dozens of villagers came to help. It was quite lively, especially York. Since he came back to life, he has been grateful to Dole and was willing to do anything for him. Dole saved him, which indirectly saved his family.

Dolai didn't care. He packed all the secret things and carried them himself, and let them move the other things.

The new house is next to a ridge, a little closer to the town. There is a flat land in front of the door and a cliff behind it.

The house is made entirely of wood, and even the ground is covered with a layer of wood, making it very sturdy. Victor put a lot of effort into building this house, and all the trees that could be cut down around it were cut down, as he really wanted to keep Dole in the town.

There are three rooms in total, one big one and two small ones. The big house is for living, and the small house can be used for other things. It's quite perfect.

There is strength in numbers, and soon all the belongings were moved into the new house before the snow fell heavily.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, and some of the noisy villagers became quiet, all looking at the snowflakes outside.

Seeing this situation, Dolai was a little confused.

At this time, Victor sighed and said to Dolai, "Every year when it snows, wild animals in the mountains come out to attack the village. When snow falls in the mountains, the animals have less food to eat, so they will actively attack humans. Many people die every winter."

Dolai has been here for so long that he has some understanding of the population of the town. There are about four hundred people in the whole town, and about ten children are born every year. However, judging from the number of surrounding houses and the years, the total population here has not changed. The consumption is self-evident.

Few people in the town die of natural causes; most die while hunting or collecting herbs.

Dolai wanted to say something to comfort him, but stopped talking and just said, "If there are any wounded, please send them here as soon as possible. I will try my best to save their lives. This is all I can do."

Victor nodded, with a smile on his face, and said, "Thank you very much. Don't worry, we will even take care of your meals for you, a young doctor." He suddenly laughed.

Dolai touched his nose. Indeed, after being here for so long, he still hadn't cooked a meal himself.

The villagers left quickly. Dolai stood at the door and looked around. He saw many people holding bows and arrows, swords, and standing on the lookout tower to observe the surroundings.

Soon, the whole world was covered with snow. The sky was foggy, and the dark brown land on the ground became less and less, until it was completely covered by snow.

The entire world turned into a black and white pattern.

What a nice view.

Dolai looked for a while, until his body was covered with snowflakes, then he slowly returned to his new home.

There was a stove in the room, and he needed to light a fire. The weather was getting colder, and even the body of a mid-level warrior apprentice could not withstand the low temperature of minus three or four degrees.

After finishing the stove, he went next door and took out everything he would use, preparing to draw the magic pattern.

Drawing magic patterns is actually not difficult. It is just like using mental power to construct a spell model. The difference is that one is in the outside world and will be subject to interference from many aspects, while the other is inside the sea of ​​consciousness and has no interference at all. The difficulty increases exponentially.

With homemade pens, homemade magic paints, and beast skins ready, Dolai was ready to start work.

There are many magic patterns that can isolate magic fluctuations. The lowest level is called the primary energy fluctuation suppression pattern. The pattern is a circle outside a triangle with various patterns inside. There are a total of seventy-two energy nodes and many places where the patterns intersect. It is not easy to draw it.

Dolai made a large paint box, which cost him five gold coins, and some money for entertainment. He bought more than thirty skins from the villagers, re-tanned them, and cut them into palm-sized pieces. There were more than three hundred beast skins in total. In the next few days, he planned to conquer this thing.

For this thing, he has invested all his money. When it is used up, he can only go back to the city, buy a new batch of materials, and try again.

Just as he was about to take action, Bal slapped the door open and walked around the room arrogantly.

Dolai was confused and didn't know what this guy was doing. Oh, by the way, he didn't tell him about the change of house.

Bal didn't care about Duolai's change of location. Instead, he was somewhat relieved. "This place is much better. It's several times better than that broken bamboo building. What are you doing? Are you preparing to carve a wizard formation?"

The common name for magic pattern is magic circle, wizard formation, but he is used to calling it magic pattern.

He nodded and said, "I need to make a magic pattern that can isolate energy fluctuations as soon as possible. It's too troublesome to run out every time I test magic."

Bal nodded and said, "Yes, I have some good news for you. I found a miniature magic crystal mine with quite a few magic crystals. When you can make explosives or cast fireballs, go and collect some. After you become a high-level wizard, magic crystals will become the biggest shackle for wizards. Most of the magic crystals in the Northern Kingdom are controlled by the government, and very few of them flow into the public."

When Dolai heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Micro magic crystal mine.

What he lacked most now was the magic crystal. He hurried over and asked, "Where is it?"

Balgou smiled a little and said, "It's very far away. With your current strength, it will take you half a month just to walk there, so you should speed up your efforts to improve your strength."

Hearing the words "magic crystal mine", Dolai immediately became motivated. No matter how far it was, he had to get it. He now fully understood the importance of magic crystal.

Bal turned his head and there was a wicked smile on his dog's face, the ghost's magic crystal mine.

It was snowing outside, so Bal never went out again. He just strolled around the door every day to scare off the naughty dogs in the village.

Since he came, there has been no barking of dogs in the village except when accidents happened or guests came. This made the villagers very curious about Bal.

Dolai practiced magic patterns during the day and cultivated at night, and soon, another ten days passed.

"This magic pattern is too difficult." Duolai was a little frustrated. He failed more than ten times a day on average, which made him lose his temper. He had never written or held a pen before. When he really picked up a pen, he realized how difficult it was to control this little thing. It was even more difficult to control than forging iron. If he was not careful, the strokes would be either too light or too heavy. It was really frustrating.