Bell Tower Magic Association

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[Giant Mountain Super Power Tyrant]: "@A Pot of Old Wine, Brother Jiu, can you share a guide for repairing Magic Tools?"

Xu Fang had three Magic Tools in total. Apart from the Sand Shield, the other two were damaged.

Yangcheng was a small place, and there were very few people who owned Magic Tools. The local Magic Association naturally wouldn't introduce the business of repairing Magic Tools.

Therefore, after settling down, Xu Fang planned to get his Magic Tools repaired in Gudu.

[A Big Red Flower on the Head]: "Rich people! Little Giant Mountain is only in his second year of high school, right? He can already afford Magic Tools?"

[Expert of Picking Feet]: "I'm crying. I'm already in my first year of university, and at most I only have one Shield Magic Tool."

[Cucumber Big Girl]: "Damn it! Jealousy is tearing me apart!"

Xu Fang automatically ignored the group's idle chatter and waited patiently for a few minutes.

[A Pot of Old Wine]: "[File][File], the first file is the reservation process, and the latter ones are the quotes and areas of expertise of several research specialists. You can refer to them."

Brother Jiu was as reliable as ever.

Xu Fang clicked on the files and took a look.

To repair Magic Tools in Gudu, one first had to make a reservation for a research specialist on the [Bell Tower Magic Association Official Forum], pay a deposit, and then wait patiently.

It was a bit like making an appointment at a hospital in his previous life. The process wasn't complicated, and the repair price was basically one-fifth of the Magic Tool's original price.

But Xu Fang stumbled at the first step...

[Giant Mountain Super Power Tyrant]: "I can't get a reservation."

[Desperate Duck Neck]: "That's normal. Gudu has too many rich people, and the intensity of battles is high. There are tons of people repairing Magic Tools. Some seniors in our Hunter's Alliance even rotate between two or three Magic Tools."

[Desperate Duck Neck]: "I'm telling you responsibly, with this number of people, you might not even get a turn by the time school starts. I remember Brother Jiu had a fast track, right? @A Pot of Old Wine"

[A Pot of Old Wine]: "I can't help with that. The school doesn't allow it."

Gudu Academy did have a fast track, but it was only for personal use. This was to prevent some people from abandoning their proper Mage careers and becoming Magic Tool scalpers.

Xu Fang lay on his bed, put his phone aside, and felt a little helpless. It seemed unrealistic to get his Magic Tools repaired before military training.

His fully charged Crimson Fire Light Array was powerful, but it took too long to charge.

It was fine for sneak attacks, but in a head-on confrontation, he would be like Ultraman, kicked away before he could even finish his spin.

This Demon Slaying Tool left by Lu Wanqing was fine for killing minor generals, but if something unexpected happened, it could serve as a life-saving measure.

Not to mention the Footwear Magic Tool, it was a godsend for running away. Besides Wind Element Mages, most students who were slightly better off would buy one for self-defense.

If he couldn't get them repaired, Xu Fang would have to consider buying new ones.

"Hooooo~~~~~~~~~ Nice!"

Just then, a long exhalation sound came from the next room. Sun Rui Zhi, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.

After dinner, Brother Rui Zhi started meditating. In his words, the meal was too rich in Demonic Energy, and he needed to meditate to help digest it.

In reality, it was just him being competitive.

This kid was already on the verge of breaking through to Intermediate level stardust and hoped to advance soon, to save some face for himself.

Xu Fang casually asked, "Sun Rui Zhi, does your Sun family have any connections in the Magic Association?"

"You broke through to Intermediate level!? No, impossible... Are you trying to buy Magic Tools?" The shadow Xu Fang cast on him was too deep, and Sun Rui Zhi subconsciously thought of the most outrageous possibilities.

"No, it's to repair Magic Tools. If you don't have connections, it's fine." Xu Fang didn't really expect much from him.

Unexpectedly, Sun Rui Zhi patted his chest: "Yes, why wouldn't I! A mere Magic Tool repair, leave it to me!"

The Five Continents Magic Association was the world's most authoritative magical organization, spread across the globe, widely recruiting Mage talents from all walks of life.

The top Magic Association in the country was the Donghai Magic Association, a branch of the Asian Magic Association.

Below that, it was the Bell Tower Magic Association.

"Our Bell Tower Magic Association is definitely the number one in the country when it comes to Magic Tools and undead vessels! We're not much worse than those Egyptians!"

Sun Rui Zhi chattered on.

Xu Fang looked at the huge and magnificent building before him, located in the inner city, the very center of Gudu, standing there like a divine needle stabilizing the sea.

Walking in from the main entrance, the walls on both sides were covered with magic murals, recording the history of the Bell Tower Magic Association. Judging from the magical fluctuations emanating from them, these decorations were likely Magic Tools themselves.

In the display cabinets on both sides of the corridor, priceless Magic Tools from thousands of years ago were displayed.

Sun Rui Zhi pointed to one of them: "Look at this one, the twelve-ringed staff with four segments. It's said to have been used by the Buddhist master Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty!

And this gilded silver bamboo joint bronze censer was a Magic Tool bestowed by Emperor Wu of Han to his sister Princess Pingyang for self-defense. It's a rare poison element, and it would be difficult to replicate even with current techniques!"

Xu Fang's mouth twitched as he listened.

Damn, this is so weird.

Walking to the front desk, the young lady at the counter said with a sweet smile, "What can I help you two with?"

"Repair Magic Tool."

"To repair a Magic Tool, please apply on the official website first, and I will give you a number."

"I am Sun Rui Zhi from the Sun family. I already contacted Master Yi in advance. Just use my name." Sun Rui Zhi said.

The receptionist had seen many guests trying to cut the line, so she made a phone call to confirm. Once confirmed, she respectfully said, "This way, please."

"Master Yi Ping is a guest elder of our Sun family. He can craft Intermediate level Magic Tools by himself, so repairing your Magic Tool will be no problem!"

Xu Fang had seen Master Yi Ping's information in Brother Jiu's files. He focused on high-quality items, so his prices were naturally the highest. Even Intermediate Mages had to wait in line.

He didn't expect Sun Rui Zhi to have such connections.

Master Yi Ping's room was on the third floor, the innermost room, with a 'No Admittance' sign hanging at the door.

The receptionist gently knocked on the door and respectfully said, "Master Yi, your guests have arrived."

Creak!

The door opened.

A scruffy old man stood at the entrance. His eyes were bloodshot and red, making him look even more disheveled than the plain-looking Sun Rui Zhi. He was short, only reaching Xu Fang's diaphragm.

Seeing such a person, along with the messy studio, gave Xu Fang an unconscious illusion.

It was as if he had suddenly traveled from the world of Full-time Mage to a goblin castle in a Western fantasy world.

"Who is from the Sun family?" Yi Ping asked.

Sun Rui Zhi quickly stepped forward: "It's me. My father is Sun Erhe, from the second branch of the Sun family..."

"Alright, alright, I can't remember all that. Did you bring the Magic Tool and the money?" Yi Ping said impatiently. If it weren't for the annual guest elder stipend from the Sun family, he wouldn't even bother.

Xu Fang summoned his greatsword and boots.

"People still buy trash like Copper Light Boots? This Cloud Slaying Sword is a bit interesting, though." Yi Ping took the Magic Tools and shooed them out like he was swatting flies. "Pay the money, then go cool off somewhere else!"

Sun Rui Zhi said, "Master Yi, this is my friend. Can you give us a little discount?"

This was a common tactic for large families, allowing them to show off their influence and win people over with benefits. Master Yi wouldn't lose out either, as the Sun family would compensate him later.

Killing three birds with one stone, what could be better?

But what Sun Rui Zhi didn't expect was that Master Yi might feel that a junior from the Sun family's second branch was insignificant, or perhaps he simply didn't want to be used as a tool.

Without even raising an eyelid, he said, "Discount? Not a chance."

Clang!

The room door slammed shut, leaving Sun Rui Zhi stunned and embarrassed.