Chapter 41 Late Fight

Chapter 1, there will be another chapter soon, but it will be very late, so you can wait.

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But who knows if this guy is talking nonsense?

After a moment of silence, the young mage shook his head and waved his hand to erase the comment. Then he took out a small metal tool and a walnut-sized violet sapphire, and began to etch the magic circle on it.

His fingers were pale and slender, and he carved hair-like fine textures on the gem with great dexterity, without any mess. But as time passed bit by bit, his mind suddenly became distracted, and the movement of his fingers paused slightly.

... Then with a crisp snap, the gem worth tens of thousands of gold had already burst out with fine cracks, and the texture that took a lot of time to carve was scattered into countless dust together with the gem, completely disappearing without a trace.

"hateful"

After being stunned for a moment, the mage angrily slammed the carving knife in his hand on the table and let out a low curse.

His originally good mood and smooth thinking had been completely disrupted by that short sentence - now his whole mind was surrounded by that weird vocabulary, which was not suitable for precise work at all.

So he had no choice but to stop everything and concentrate on thinking about what the unknown guy said.

Untimely... So that means this research idea has gone astray? That thing called the rotor is a bright road? Since he made this evaluation after seeing part of the research, then there must be two

In terms of choice, we have already gone a long way? And... we have even achieved success?

But how is this possible?

At first, he suspected that this might be a trick to slow down his progress, but after thinking about it, he couldn't think of anyone who could profit from it.

There are only a few alchemists in the empire who specialize in the system of change, and there are even fewer people who are involved in the field they are exploring. Even if they are involved, no one has ever claimed to have created a practical

route. The young man's slender brows furrowed tightly as he thought of possible names in his mind.

Those stupid classmates or even mid-level mages who are just eating corpses? No, they don't have that kind of authority, and I haven't heard of any of them investing energy in this field. What's more, if it is those people, the most direct reaction must be to put this

The information is your own, rather than leaving a review.

So a legacy from antiquity? Or, a secret achievement? But who would do that?

This laboratory is not privately owned, but the authority to use it is very high. Only a dozen mages below the owner of this tower are qualified to enter, and those people basically have their own laboratory.

, he will never come to this kind of place again... Only because of some personal reasons, he is especially fond of it - it is quiet enough and will not be disturbed. Although he will not get any extra help.

Then a certain hidden high-level mage came here for the same reason? Or did those big shots hidden on the top of the mage tower and in the clouds come here by chance?

After a moment of thinking, he put away the parchment and tools on the table, stood up and drew a rune... There was just a flash of light, but nothing happened: "Sure enough, it still doesn't work... Image in the laboratory

The authority, well, I remember it is in the hands of Master Albert. Alas, why is it the most 'free' mentor?"

After shaking his head and smiling bitterly, he turned and left.

The moment he stepped out of the door, the lights in the room gradually weakened, and all the items were pushed by invisible forces and returned to their original positions, even the thin layer of dust... The whole room once again fell into

into silence.

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Time passed quietly like this, and it was not until eight hourglasses later that it was broken again by that sneaky shadow.

The sleepy Edward rubbed his cheeks vigorously and glanced at the surrounding environment. The unchanging scenery made him twitch his lips with joy, thinking that he was lucky - of course he didn't know that a few hours ago, he

An unintentional comment has caused another person endless annoyance... In fact, at this moment, he has even forgotten that such a thing happened before.

Almost all his thoughts have fallen on the pedestal of the alchemy circle.

A piece of metal turned into liquid again, but the fatal suction in the spiritual world has been reduced to an acceptable level. So the operator's heart moved, knowing that his guess was not wrong - after one use

, he determined that the mental energy consumed by this magic circle was probably equivalent to the size and precision of the objects made, so this time he chose a simple and small target.

A roll of steel wire with a hook blade and an additional spool were gradually shaped... It was even thinner than the steel wire made by the drawing method. The three strands twisted together and were woven into a thin steel rope. If it is made according to the general method

, I am afraid that this thing will take at least more than a day by one person, and it also requires ingenuity, but now, almost in a few breaths, this creation has been completed.

Squinting his eyes slightly, a look of satisfaction appeared on Edward's face, but his spirit was not relaxed at all. He was like the most cautious thief, using a slight touch to send his mental power into the magic circle.

Every thread in the magic circle, and that spirit is his most dexterous wrist and the most exquisite tool, stimulating every transforming connection in the magic circle, touching the changes in the magic network, converting energy into changes in metal, almost

In the blink of an eye, it has become a wonderful and complex shape.

"call……"

The steel rope has been woven, but the remaining steel is still melting and deforming like mercury in the magic circle, turning into two pieces of bow arms, then bolts, and the handle... He breathed out lightly, and Edward frowned.

——The training method mentioned by the Spiritual Crystal Servant is indeed quite effective, and he still has plenty of mental strength, so he does not want to end it here.

However, it seems that there is nothing needed for steel things?

No, there should be more.

After thinking for a moment, a familiar thing took shape in my mind - no complicated manufacturing process is required, as long as it has a familiar structure, then the pen is not a difficult creation, although there is no soft pen in the world.

The pen bag is made of rubber, but it is not a problem to replace it with a piston structure similar to a syringe.

Oh, and there is a lighter... Although there is a problem with the fuel, I can make do with some lamp oil. There are also pots and pans, simple stoves, etc... After all, I already hate those jerky, jerky and dried meat.

——In fact, there is no decent food culture in this plane. Even the feast that the nobles are proud of is basically defined by the appearance of the food. It is gorgeous enough and elegant enough, but it is far away.

It's delicious, but it's more than a thousand miles away. Now that we have a space pocket, it's natural to have a copy of these things.

Besides that……

besides……

The finished products around him gradually piled up, and half an hour's time passed by in a hurry, but Edward was completely unaware that he was now like a child with a new toy, as if he would never be bored or tired.

But the fatigue came after all.

When the second steel ingot also turned into miscellaneous things, the stinging pain in his temples forced him to stop squeezing his brain - in fact, once his mind relaxed, fatigue and dizziness followed.

He almost collapsed to the ground

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"Good guy..."

Taking a deep breath, Edward let go of his hand on the magic circle. The fatigue in his brain made his eyes dark, dizzy, and difficult to concentrate.

Of course, this situation is considered very normal. It is just a matter of exhaustion of mental energy. As long as you get enough sleep, you can recover as before.

Unfortunately, after trying it, he realized that although he already had some abilities that ordinary people couldn't match, in terms of physiological system, Edward Vincent was still a normal and healthy ordinary person. He fell asleep again in less than an hour after getting enough sleep.

Falling asleep once or twice was okay, but after falling asleep at the right time and turning around, it became a luxury - no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fall asleep again.

In fact, it's not just that I can't - the ideas in my mind are now very active. Many vague memories have been cleared by general clarifications, but whether I am reading information or trying to contact the magic network, I can't help but get distracted.

And there will be a buzzing in the ears as if there is a fly stuck inside.

Mentally tired, with a lawsuit on my head, and sleepy but unable to fall asleep due to excitement, this feeling was simply uncomfortable and almost crazy. So I gradually put the parts that I had just made together together, and then put them where they should be.

Edward shook his head and decided to breathe some fresh air and let himself receive some sunshine.

"It's really time to relax..." He lowered his head and looked at the wrinkled clothes on his body, and then looked at his pale face in the newly made small steel mirror. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly - sleep, energy

The two days passed really quickly with all the consumption, studying materials and making items. Now he seemed to have some understanding of the mood of those guys who had been staying in the mage tower.

There is really not enough time...

The magic circle is now almost easy to drive. Wood, steel and even fine gold and mithril can be made. Unfortunately, among the materials in the library, there is still nothing usable... except for taking the time to copy in the library.

I bought two new 0-level spells, which made my already thin wallet a little thinner, but my achievements in magic were still empty.

Well, if that doesn't work, just make some swords and armors and resell them to get some money to get some spells.

"Edward Vincent" roared with the sound of grinding teeth. The dizzy chief apprentice was stunned. He raised his head and stared at the face more than ten feet away. However, his mentally empty brain suddenly

There is not much time to think about.

Hmm...that little guy looks familiar? Who is he?

After blinking for a long time, he pulled his thoughts away from the information, magic items, coins and other things back to the little man in front of him - dressed in an apprentice's robe, full of shame and anger, wrapped in a man named Mi

Gale's apprentice.

"Forty hourglasses have passed since the appointed time."

Miguel Don Cervantes roared angrily, his eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't seem to care at all that his gums were bleeding... "You cowardly evader, you have no intention of evading an invitation to a duel."

Is a mage, no, a quality that a man should have, or is there no one to educate you about this?"

Rubbing his forehead, Edward's mouth twitched, forming an interesting whirlpool.

For this inexplicable challenge, he never paid attention to it from the beginning. His reputation among his classmates didn't matter to him, but now it seems that this kid's reaction is quite interesting?

If it was vicious ridicule or disdain, it would be easy to understand - but his emotion was genuine anger... Well, it was so important to him to have a fair duel with himself?

Of course, the group behind him was not that serious. Although only four or five of the original group of people were still with him, they had a tacit understanding - when Edward walked out of that

Along the short corridor, a large group of little guys swarmed out from the other side, causing unbridled laughter.

"Miguel, don't be too angry. He is the leader who targets sages and magicians. He should not refuse your challenge..."

"But you seem to be putting a lot of pressure on him. You see, our chief must have done a lot of special training. Not only did he not wash his face, but his clothes were also wrinkled... Hahaha"

"So, should we be considerate and let him have a good rest for the first half of the year? Otherwise, our chief gentleman may faint due to excessive fatigue, and then there will be no winner."
To be continued...