Chapter 8: Psychic

In the movie Dorothy saw in her previous life, there was a quite interesting setting regarding wands: it wasn't the wizard who chose the wand, but the wand that chose the wizard.

In the witch world, there was actually a similar saying, and to put it bluntly, it was just "divine weapons have spirits, automatically choosing their masters." It was just that such a setting only applied to spellcasters of other races; it wasn't very applicable to witches.

Because there was no wand without a master that would refuse a witch master.

Well, high talent really allows one to do whatever one wants.

It was just that, just like a billionaire would have the trouble of facing a pile of luxury cars in the garage and worrying about which one to drive out today, witches would also worry because they couldn't pick the most suitable wand for themselves by the wand's automatic choice like spellcasters of other races.

Therefore, at this time, listening to the advice of an excellent wand-making master was very important. Masters would select the wands with the highest compatibility from their works based on the witch's own talent characteristics.

According to Alice's introduction, the shop owner, the elderly gentleman Odell, was such a wand-making master. Her own wand was recommended to her by the old man before, and her feeling after using it for so many years was "perfect." Every time she cast a spell, it was as smooth as silk, there was no obstruction when mana flowed, and the amplification of magic effects was blown up by Alice with a five-star rating.

Seeing her sister blowing up the craftsmanship of this old gentleman so much, Dorothy naturally felt a little expectation in her heart about what the wand the old man would recommend to her would look like.

Speaking of which, it was shameful. There were really not many witches like her who were almost adults and still using a beginner wand without their own exclusive wand. It could even be said to be rare to the point of being unique. After all, this thing was a daily necessity for spellcasters. It was used whenever casting spells. Such a high frequency of use, if it wasn't smooth to use, it was really annoying, just like her old mobile phone in her previous life that was always lagging and crashing, which was annoying.

Over the years, Dorothy had thought about changing her wand more than once, but in the end, she held back.

For one thing, she was still a "netizen girl" just like in her previous life. She spent most of her time in the magic web virtual realm and rarely returned to reality. In that magic web virtual realm, which was like a virtual reality online game, she was a big-shot player with full divine equipment, so it was fine to just make do in reality.

For another, using this old partner wand to cast spells was actually a kind of training for her. She had been intentionally improving her control over mana and the precision of magic. That feeling of having to be careful every time she cast a spell to prevent the wand from exploding was indeed helpful for her training.

It was just that this level of training was no longer useful to her. She could now perfectly control every bit of her mana even when casting spells while sleepwalking in the middle of the night. There would absolutely be no accidents of magic exploding and breaking the wand.

Having no training needs, she was now quite curious about the feeling of "human-wand unity" that Alice blew up as god-like.

Dorothy looked at the old man taking her old wand with expectation, a little curious about what he wanted this for.

And the old man didn't explain much. He just carefully looked at the beginner wand in his hand and nodded to Dorothy with satisfaction.

"Well maintained. It seems you cherish her very much, Dorothy. She tells me that she likes you, her master, very much."

The old man's words made Dorothy a bit confused. She looked at the old man with a surprised face.

"Her? Do you mean you can talk to wands?"

Even knowing that this was a magical world, this kind of thing of talking to dead objects still made Dorothy a bit surprised.

However, after a slight surprise, she understood.

"In other words, my wand has become psychic?"

Dorothy was a bit pleasantly surprised by this.

In the magic world, dead objects becoming psychic was not a difficult thing to understand. Those old objects containing the user's emotions could become psychic if they stayed in an environment rich in mana for a period of time. It was just that the probability of this was not high. To increase the probability of becoming psychic, the emotions entrusted in the objects must be strong enough.

As a spellcasting tool, a wand naturally wouldn't lack mana soaking, and the wand itself was made of spiritual materials, so its innate spirituality was very sufficient. However, even so, psychic wands in the true sense were not many in the witch world. After all, the emotions sufficient to make dead objects psychic were indeed a bit too difficult.

For this old partner who had accompanied her for many years, Dorothy naturally cherished her, but she felt that she didn't cherish her particularly much. She was just a normal user, and she herself didn't have so many complex experiences of bitterness and hatred. Under such conditions, the wand actually became psychic, which made her a bit surprised and also made her a bit conflicted.

After all, she came this time to change her wand. If it was just a dead object, she could change it at will, but after becoming psychic, the object was already a kind of "spirit race," which could be seen as an independent living being. At this time, if Dorothy changed it again, she suddenly felt a sense of guilt for abandoning the old love who had gone through thick and thin for the sake of a young and beautiful new love.

*Forget it, anyway, with my mana control, it doesn't matter whether the wand is changed or not. It's just that the bonus is less, but I'm not that kind of combat-oriented armed witch, so it doesn't matter if there's no bonus. *

Dorothy thought to herself.

"No need to worry, Dorothy."

The old man seemed to see Dorothy's conflict. He smiled at her, and his appreciation in his eyes became even stronger.

"For the spirit race, the spirit body is the main body, and others are just shells. If you can't bear to part with this spirit body, you can use her as the smart core of the new wand. You originally wanted to buy a smart wand today, didn't you?"

"Eh, it can actually be like this? Then I'll trouble you."

Hearing such a method, Dorothy was overjoyed and quickly bowed to the old man to express her gratitude.

"No need for courtesy. It is my honor to serve someone like you who cherishes wands, Dorothy. And psychic wands are rarely seen even by me. I will make a special new body for her. I have a premonition that this work might be the peak of my life."

The old man waved his hand, but finally remembered something and asked again.

"Custom wands are different from standard wands, so in terms of cost..."

Regarding the old man's inquiry, Alice on the side began to struggle. Her two pistols were custom wands, so she knew the price of custom wands. This wand of hers was a gift from her two mothers when she enrolled. At that time, the relationship between the two mothers hadn't broken down, and the family composed of two witches was naturally wealthy. But even so, that customization made her family bleed once.

And although her mother gave a lot of money when she went out this time, if she bought all standard ones, it would be enough, but if it was custom...

The little witch reached into her magic pocket and began to check how much was left in her small treasury, thinking about whether to lend it all to her sister to see if it was enough. It was a pity that the shriveled wallet made Alice a bit helpless.

She was never the kind of "hamster-personality" witch. On the contrary, she was an old "moonlight clan" (someone who spends all their money by the end of the month). *Laugh to death, there are no savings at all. * Now there was only the pocket money her mother had just issued this month. This little money was definitely not enough.

*It seems I can only contact Mother. *

Alice thought.

However, before she could act, Dorothy on the side directly took out her identity card and pushed it toward the old man, then spoke directly. Her voice was very firm.

"Please use the best materials. Price is not a problem. You see if this is enough. If it's not enough, I'll find another way."

Well, although the voice was firm, the expression on Dorothy's face, which was covered by the scarf and glasses, was very distorted.

*It hurts! * She had a premonition that she was going to bleed heavily this time.

Fortunately, in order to buy a house in the future, she had been a "hamster party" for many years. Saving money for a thousand days was for use in one moment. Now was the time for this damn money to play its role.

Of course, if this still wasn't enough, she could only go to the magic web and start selling equipment.

*I hope it won't come to that. After all, those pieces of equipment are all limited collection versions I've painstakingly collected over the years. *

Dorothy prayed in her heart.

And the old man took her identity card, inserted it into the mouth of the brass machine that looked like a lucky cat on the counter, and then a number that only he could see popped up in the old man's glasses.

At this moment, the old man's hand trembled slightly. The old gentleman looked at Dorothy with some surprise, then pulled out the identity card and returned it to her.

"Enough, more than enough. I can only make a high-level wand here at most; I can't make a legendary wand. It really doesn't take that much."

Afterward, the old man didn't say anything more. He turned and walked into the warehouse behind the shop to prepare materials.

And Alice looked at Dorothy with a confused face.

*Huh? The rich woman is actually my sister? *

The little witch was shocked. ===== CHAPTER 9 =====