Edward threw down the charcoal in his hand, muttered to himself, and then stood up.
On the wide stone table, there were more than a dozen parchment papers scattered, all of which were made of whole lambskin nitro, and circles of fine textures and subtle text were painted on it.
Or, having a high-ranking teacher is a unique advantage in itself.
Edward just spoke a few words about magic circles, and the old guy threw them to him a bunch of drawings.
But the drawings are not what happens naturally. Edward just took a look and was shook his eyes by a large string of emeralds, cat's eye stones, warm crystals, bright black tourmalines, and crimson tears... not to mention the eyes of the shaking, let alone the
The amounts of mitral and gold are marked on it, both of which are measured in pounds.
Well, for the people's livelihood issues in the city, the Linobili family should have some pockets for him, but for the construction of the Mage Tower, he has to find a way to be self-sufficient, but this kind of thing is actually almost unsatisfactory.
Bottomless pits, magic materials used in various protective magic circles, and drawing artificial materials are inestimable.
Of course, Edward still has some money now.
To be precise, he is a standard local rich man.
The two Isgandal's power source made him blackmail things worth at least one million platinum coins. Although most of them are raw materials such as dragon skins, it is these things that are in the Magician's
The market is simply unlimited.
But the problem now is that although the construction of a magic circle requires money, it does not only require money to accomplish things. Otherwise, this continent would have been occupied by the bourgeoisie. What else should the caster do?
Now, Edward's slightly reliable spellcasters were all the priests of the Dark Lady. Although they were of good strength, they still couldn't take care of all the problems - especially the protective spells of the tower.
Edward could not have given it to them.
He could allow these guys to have a place in his city, which did not mean that he could hand over his back to the servants of these gods to guard.
"The best method is to create a core that can gather and convert energy... turning that earth element creature into the main body of the mage tower is not only a powerful protective weapon, but also intelligent..."
He murmured to himself, then shook his head again.
According to some of the information he has consulted, this kind of energy core that can connect to the magic net and extract infinite power from it, but there are very few things, and it seems that the only few remaining in the world are all ancient magic kingdoms.
The relics of the arcanes have been lost now... In fact, even if they have not been lost, the materials involved are not the number that he, a small nouveau riche, can gather.
Of course, once this kind of thing is collected and manufactured, it will be equivalent to development... Relying on that endless energy, even an ordinary mage can compete with thousands of troops.
It is better to retreat and weave a net than to admire fish in the abyss... At this stage, we can only settle for the second best.
Or build a large magic array with a similar type, but relatively weakened ability, to absorb energy from the earth elemental realm. Otherwise, it would be possible to let the earth elemental creatures go deep into the ground and charge them at one time.
But in that case, you can only use a little less and lose too much strength.
"That guy is also a suitable main force in combat. If he can return to his strongest state as he said..." Edward slowly paced and came to the window: "I remember that guy once said that.
You can return Elena to me after a certain time... In other words, she still has the possibility of ensuring that her soul is complete."
"Why? I've already started to retreat? Poor guy." Ling Jingpu obviously didn't understand what comfort means: "As far as I know, these so-called heavenly creatures are actually as good as deceptions as the devil, but
Their scams are often more hidden, and how do you know that they will not create a soul to hand it over to you? Anyway, as long as you have the same memory, you can't tell whether it is the original one,
”
The melodious music came faintly from the window.
This is a room located at the top of the tower. It is not big, but it has the widest view and transparent lighting of the entire tower. The six windows and arches surrounding the ceil and walls can allow light at any time of the day.
The breeze on the tower drives away the heat brought by the sun and makes the temperature just right. After taking a few steps, you can overlook the scenery in the entire territory.
The first batch of half-elves immigrants have arrived one after another. Although they look equally poor, they are obviously more energetic than the gang in the territory. Although they have just unloaded the things from the shaft and have begun to enter.
A new round of busyness.
In the low music, the earth and wood on the ground are constantly beating, building up the prototypes of the building. It is the effect of the earth and wood lyre. As long as you play it repeatedly according to the etched music score on it, you can play a hundred people.
There is no shortage of superb musicians among the half-elves who inherited some of the elves' bloodlines. So just a few hourglass time, there have been a lot of wooden long houses built in the territory.
Of course, this kind of thing is not omnipotent. It can only be used for construction, and the materials must be prepared by yourself. There are many miscellaneous woods around this territory, and there is no shortage of wood, but the wood for building houses is not only
It needs to be cut back and dragged back, and it must be processed through a series of fire and other treatments before it can be applied.
In fact, there are many things in a territory. The food, clothing, housing and transportation of two thousand people is already a big problem. Within this year, new farmland may be reclaimed here, but there is no more food to be collected.
It has been planted, so at least tens of thousands of bushels of grain and wheat seeds must be purchased...
But at least, they have already received their hope. As long as this year passes, this place will inevitably become more prosperous, right?
So, where is your hope?
Looking up at the railing, Edward couldn't help but sigh.
"How tall is the so-called barrier between the fourth and fifth levels of the psychic energy?" he murmured to himself.
"It's the sixteenth time you've asked me this boring question! As for my answer...accumulation, use, and final breakthrough, but psychic energy is different from magic. It's not quantifiable, and it's impossible to rely on ordinary methods.
It will grow continuously, even if it is a spirit-sucking monster. After adulthood, if you want to seek breakthroughs, you must go through different trials, and you should also understand. How important is trials to the training of the mind."
Lingjing servant sarcastically said again: "Well, or you should let that old man have a few duels with you,"
"You can do it. If you don't use the royal power, he can crush me with just one finger. If you use the royal power, do I have any freedom?"
Back in the wide chair, Edward leaned back against his body. Although it was made of stone, he laid a thick layer of camel velvet cushion on it, and it was quite comfortable to sit down. It was just a long time of thinking.
After researching, my mind was a little drowsy.
In fact, it is said that even if it is a spell, the threshold of the fifth ring between the high and low levels is extremely difficult to cross. Many mages with good talent when they were young will be stuck on this threshold and will not make any progress in their lives.
In my opinion, the ability of spiritual energy, which relies more on talent, is obviously more difficult to pass through.
Some things that can only rely on opportunities cannot be relied on.
So, what about the spell?
The poor magic net perception of the psychic warlock seems to have not developed significantly with the increase of mental power. After losing a part of the royal power, it seems to have weakened. The spells that are extremely capable of using are nothing more than
It is still a second ring road, but it is still a swaying between the apprentice and the official mage. It is still a good idea to use it as a support, but if you want to go further, it is obviously impossible to do so in the short term.
Is there any other aspect?
Well, flat-type directed mines and ordinary high-burst mines have indeed played a significant role in previous adventures. Whether it is strong attack or production traps, they are good choices, even Tras
Such a ** teacher will suffer losses and be deceived when caught off guard. However, the relatively high cost of construction that was originally an obstacle is no longer a big problem.
So, should we put more energy into these aspects? But the problem is that if this thing continues to develop, it will no longer be suitable for the sustainability principle of flexibility and mobility. Will we still have to fight against the Serathians in the future?
Have you made a lot of cannon cars to ambush?
It seems that the most reliable one depends on equipment.
As a psychic warlock, his abundant mental power allows him to use very high-end scrolls and spell effects in magic items. If he can get more high-level magic items, such as the scroll of the ** ring spell, or some kind of artifact.
It may not be impossible to compete with a Shirvana God's servant for a brilliant firework.
But this idea flashed in Edward's head and disappeared - not to mention how hard it is to meet high-level magic items, the price alone is enough to make people bankrupt unless Edward suddenly gets some ancient
Treasure, otherwise it would be a dream to use money to kill a Serathians.
He reached out and pinched his sore eyebrows, and he closed his eyes slightly.
Stress...
However, it is actually not bad to let yourself be oppressed by the burden of bearing... because only under heavy oppression can life show the influence of tenacious vitality, and when those burdens completely disappear, people will become more
The air is still light, it will float up, away from the earth and life on the earth, and people will become a half-real existence, and their movement will become free and meaningless.
The sunlight outside the window has tilted at some point.
A woman in a long skirt walked through the corridor and came silently to the table. She poured a cup of fragrant rose tea, and her pale and slender fingers leaped on the silver tea set, with a wonderful rhythm.
Pleasant to the eye.
The tea was poured out, but the young lord in the chair still had his eyes drooping, as if he had fallen asleep.
So the woman hesitated for a moment, gently put down the tray in her hand, slowly walked around the back of the chair, and then stretched out her hand.
The slight touch of her body made her turn her eyes, and then she couldn't help but scream—a fist-sized thing, shaking eight legs like beetles, and rolling a silver knife from her
He pulled out from the back of his belt, jumped to the table, threw the small weapon aside, and the shadow in the crystal clear body stared at her like a pupil.
"You'd better not play these boring tricks, otherwise, when the contract is launched, I will not be the one who is bound by the effect of the instructed technique."
At some point, the young lord had already sat upright. He reached out and picked up the cup, and sipped the tea in the cup gently.
"Well, the temperature of tea brewing is pretty good. However, I personally don't like sweet things, especially drinks, you'd better remember them firmly next time."
This order received no response.
The woman just stared at Edward's eyes provocatively. Her pale cheeks and biting lips made her look... even more weak.
But Edward just sipped the tea slowly, then raised his eyes and patrolled the other party's maid's long skirt.
The high waist outlines the curve of his figure, combined with the white apron and fine ruffle lace, and the hairband with light hair tied up, perfectly matched with the pale and delicate face, which made the corners of his mouth unable to help but
Raise a narrow curve.
"This outfit is quite appropriate, but I didn't tell you yesterday how to answer what I told you?"
"It's really... enough!" The unruly eyes and unscrupulous words made the maid? Miss Annasu frowned. Finally, she couldn't bear it and growled: "Put your fingers and fingers! I'm not your maid!"
"Well, it should be said, now."
"I am an imperial nobleman, and even if I am captured, you have no right to treat me like this! According to the Potsdam Convention concluded by all countries and temples on the mainland, I have the right to wait for the ransom of the family. And during this period, I have what a noble deserves...
”
"I've become so smart... I thought you would keep silent. But stop making trouble, you know that it means nothing to me. What's more, do you think you're still on the land of the Empire now?
The identity of a nobleman is not capable of restraining it at all. As for the convention? Although Tuminis also stipulates that slave trading is strictly prohibited, they will not deal with contracts that have already entered into force. You should be clear, add now
What you have on you is not a real contract, but don't think that I don't have the ability to get the kind of soul-bound things."
Faced with this cold threat, the woman's body trembled, staring at the hateful face, but she didn't say anything again - the young big boy-like guy in front of her really has the power
It is not beneficial to let him do whatever he wants in some areas and fight him head-on.
Edward just smiled.
The confrontation with a ** division, Albert's rescue, and Elena and Ariele, their own strength, territory... There are so many things to consider in recent days, so even Edward has not
He paid too much attention to the whereabouts of this poor lady's staff. It was not until yesterday when the little girl handed him back to him along with the dimension cave that he remembered that there was such a living beauty in his trophy.
Of course, Edward would not do anything like giving her some travel expenses and letting her return to Illyria.
The existence of beauty is the better. What's more, a real imperial nobleman is also a descendant of a duke. It is a very respectable thing to use to serve tea and water to watch the door... Oh, what to do about watching the door,
Let's avoid it. After all, there is also the problem of force, and the beautiful knight Claudia, who is a good fighter.
However, letting the cold faces on weekdays show some new look, which is something Edward likes, at least it can relax.
"Lord, Lord Lord..."
A panting voice sounded out of place, interrupting the rest of the unscrupulous person. The old blacksmith Hans appeared at the door panting, but was stunned by the two people in the room. He thought with a distorted expression.
After a long time, he carefully lowered his head, revealing his bare bald head: "That, that, Blake... Well, a noble man who claimed to be the tax officer of the Blake family brought someone to collect taxes. Now
On the road, I want to find the mercenaries... Look at this..."
"Charge taxes? Please ask someone to tell them that there are already lords here and there is no need for them to manage them."
"No, this... the mercenary gentleman under your subordinate said the same thing, but they didn't listen, saying that they were all managed by this area. If we don't pay taxes, they will treat us as rioters and wipe out...
…”
"And there are such an idiot guys?"
...
That idiot guy doesn't look very idiotic, he's just a little white and fat.
At this moment, he was sitting in a carriage, and a fat face popped out from the window, looking at dozens of fully armed subordinates with great majesty, confronting the half-elf mercenaries.
Even if the air suddenly cut open and a dark figure walked out, it did not seem to make him timid.
"Who are you?"
"This, this...I...I am the tax officer of the Blake family, Baron Zoke." The fat face finally shook twice, making a hoarse voice.
When he was swept by the silver gaze, he felt as if he had fallen into the ice water. A cold air spread all over his body. The fat meat that made him tremble and could hardly speak. He swallowed a few times in a row.
Spit, it seemed that he finally came back to his senses: "You...you are the new one here, aren't you, who calls yourself a lord?"
A beautiful piece of parchment slowly floated and flew directly to him and unfolded.
"This, okay, Lord Lord." His eyes stayed on the magic contract for a moment, and the fat man coughed a few more times and nodded: "Or there was an error in the handover, so I, Baron Zoke
, Let me re-notify you that the tax payment date this year is approaching, and you need to pay two silver coins for your entourage. In addition, two hundred young and strong people need to be transferred to work for the Duke's copper mine!”
"Well, speaking of it, paying taxes is indeed the duty of the nation, but it's very strange, when was the surname of the royal Tuminis changed to Blake?" Under the black hood, a pale mouth appeared with a look on the corner of the pale mouth
Smile, but there was no joy in his tone.
"You... don't think that you dare to be disrespectful to the Black Hawk family if you have the title of a magician! The tax collection is uniformly collected, which is stipulated by Duke Blake! As a subordinate noble, you have no qualifications to question! You...
You have to pay taxes, otherwise…” The fat man shook his head, his tone not shrinking.
"What else? Do you want to fight?"
"It's...it's war!" (..)
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