In the movie Dorothy watched in her previous life, there was an interesting setting for 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, which, to put it plainly, meant that divine weapons had spirits and chose their masters automatically; however, this setting only applied to spellcasters of other races and was not very applicable to Demonesses.
Because no unowned wand would reject a Demoness master.
Well, being highly talented truly allowed one to do whatever one wanted.
However, just as billionaires might agonize over which luxury car in their garage was most suitable to drive out today, Demonesses also worried because they couldn't rely on a staff's automatic selection to pick the most suitable staff for themselves, unlike spellcasters of other races.
Therefore, at this time, listening to the advice of an excellent staff-making master was very important; masters would select the staff with the highest compatibility from their works based on the Demoness's own talent characteristics.
According to Alice's introduction, the elderly gentleman shop owner, Audel, in front of them was such a staff-making master; her own staff was recommended to her by the old man before, and her experience using it for so many years was perfect; every spell cast was as smooth as silk, with no obstruction when magic flowed; for this, Alice gave it a five-star review and raved about it.
Seeing her younger sister praise the old man's craftsmanship so much, Dorothy naturally felt a little excited, wondering what kind of staff the old man would recommend to her later.
It was somewhat shameful to admit that there weren't many Demonesseslike her, who were almost adults yet still using a beginner's staff, without their own exclusive staff; in fact, it could be said to be rare to the point of being unique, after all, this item was a necessity for spellcasters' lives, used whenever casting spells; such a high frequency of use, if it wasn't comfortable to use, was truly annoying, just like her old phone in her previous life always freezing and crashing, which was irritating.
Over the years, Dorothy had thought about changing her staff more than once, but in the end, she held back.
Firstly, in this life, she was still pretty much an internet addict, like in her previous life, spending most of her day immersed in the Magic Net Virtual Realm, with very little time in reality; and in that Magic Net Virtual Realm, which was like a virtual reality online game, she was a big-shot player, fully equipped with divine gear, so in reality, just making do was fine.
Secondly, casting spells with this old companion staff was actually a form of training for her; she had been intentionally improving her control over magic and the precision of her spells; that feeling of having to be careful every time she cast a spell to prevent the staff from exploding indeed helped her training.
However, this level of training was no longer useful to her; now, even if she cast spells while sleepwalking in the middle of the night, she could perfectly control every bit of her magic, and there would absolutely be no accidents of magic backfiring and breaking the staff.
Having no more training needs, she was now quite curious about the miraculous, almost human-staff integrated feeling that Alice raved about.
Dorothy watched with anticipation as the old man took her old staff, somewhat curious about what he wanted it for.
The old man didn't explain much; he just carefully examined the entry-level staff in his hand, then nodded to Dorothy with satisfaction.
"It's very well maintained; it seems Miss Dorothy, you cherish her greatly; she told me she likes you very much as her master."
The old man's words left Dorothy a bit bewildered; she looked at the old man with a surprised expression.
"She? Do you mean you can talk to the staff?"
Even though she knew this was a fantasy world, talking to an inanimate object still surprised Dorothy a little.
However, after a slight surprise, she understood.
"So, my staff has become Psychic?"
Dorothy was a little surprised by this.
In the magical world, inanimate objects becoming Psychic was not something difficult to understand; old items containing the user's emotions might become Psychic if they stayed in a magic-rich environment for a period of time, but this probability was not high; to increase the probability of becoming Psychic, the emotions entrusted in the item must be strong enough.
As a spellcasting tool, a staff naturally wouldn't lack magic immersion, and the staff itself was made of spiritual materials, inherently full of spirituality; however, even so, truly Psychic Staffs were not common in the Witch World, after all, the kind of emotion strong enough to make an inanimate object Psychic was indeed a bit too difficult.
Dorothy naturally cherished this old companion who had been with her for many years, but she felt that she hadn't particularly cherished it; she was just a normal user, and she herself didn't have so many bitter and complicated experiences; under these conditions, the staff becoming Psychic truly surprised her, and at the same time, it made her a bit conflicted.
After all, she came here this time to replace her staff; if it were just an inanimate object, she would naturally replace it casually, but an item that has become Psychic is already considered a type of Spirit Race, it can be seen as an independent living being; at this point, if Dorothy were to replace it again, a sense of guilt, like abandoning an old love who shared joys and sorrows for a young and beautiful new favorite, suddenly surged into her heart.
Maybe I should just forget about it; anyway, with her magic control, it didn't matter whether she changed the staff or not, it was just a little less bonus, but she wasn't that kind of combat-oriented Armed Witch, so having no bonus was fine.
Dorothy thought to herself.
"No need to worry, Miss Dorothy."
The old man seemed to have seen Dorothy's hesitation; he smiled at her, and the admiration in his eyes deepened.
"For Spirit Races, 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 intelligent core of your new staff; you originally wanted to buy an intelligent staff today, didn't you?"
"Oh, it can even be done like this? Then I'll trouble you."
Upon hearing that there was such a method, Dorothy was overjoyed and quickly bowed to the old man, expressing her gratitude.
"No need for formalities; it is my honor to serve someone like Miss Dorothywho cherishes her staff, and a Psychic Staff is something even I rarely see; I will specially create an excellent new body for her; I have a premonition that this work might be the pinnacle of my life's creations."
The old man waved his hand, but then seemed to remember something and asked again.
"Custom staffs are different from standard staffs, so regarding the cost…"
At the old man's inquiry, Alice's expression beside him began to show conflict; her two twin guns were custom staffs, so she knew the price of custom staffs; her staff was a gift from her two mothers when she entered school that year, at that time, the feelings between her two mothers had not yet broken, and a family formed by two Demonesses naturally had a rich family background, but even so, that custom order made her family bleed once.
And this time, although her mother gave her a lot of money, it would be enough if she bought all standard ones, but for custom ones…
The Little Witch reached into her bag and began to check how much was left in her small savings, wondering if she should lend it all to her sister to make up the difference, but the empty wallet made Alice feel a bit helpless.
She was never the type of Demoness with a squirrel-like personality; on the contrary, she was always a spendthrift; it was laughable, she had no savings at all; now she only had this month's allowance that her mother just gave her, and this small amount of money was definitely not enough.
"It seems I can only contact Mother."
Alice thought.
However, before she could act, Dorothy directly pulled out her identity card and pushed it towards the old man, then spoke directly, her voice very firm.
"Please use the best materials; price is not an issue; see if these are enough; if not, I will find a way."
Well, although her voice was firm, Dorothy's expression on her face, obscured by her scarf and glasses, was quite distorted at this moment.
It hurt, she had a premonition that this time she might have to bleed heavily.
Fortunately, to buy a house in the future, she had been a squirrel hoarder for many years, saving money for a thousand days to use in one moment; now was the time for those damned money to play its part.
Of course, if this still wasn't enough, she would just have to go on the Magic Net and start selling equipment.
Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that point, after all, those pieces of equipment were all limited edition collectibles she had painstakingly collected over the years.
Dorothy prayed silently.
The old man took her identity card, inserted it into the mouth of the brass mechanical lucky cat on the counter, and then a number, visible only to him, 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; the most I can make here is a high-level staff, I can't make a legendary staff, so you really don't need this much."
Afterward, the old man said no more; he turned and walked into the warehouse behind the shop to prepare materials.
And Alice looked at Dorothy with a bewildered expression.
Huh? My sister is a rich woman?
The Little Witch was utterly shocked.