Chapter 1, there will be another chapter soon, but it will be very late, so you can wait.
——
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.
…
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
…
"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."
Just like a wandering oriole, no matter how elegant and luxurious a robe it is, it cannot be compared with a peacock. Nobles with profound heritage will naturally maintain their own reserve - their identity and status usually do not allow them to choose to enter the magic academy.
Do they want to let their descendants embark on the path of magic? Hiring one or even several mages as personal magic tutors is a correct and wise move in their thinking.
But this is not a world that ordinary people can set foot in... The wealthiest farmer's family spends only a dozen gold pieces a year. Even if ordinary serfs die of exhaustion in the fields and turn into juice, they will not be able to give birth to three children.
Gold coins... Of course, those who can stand here are all rich and wealthy people with rich backgrounds. Only dozens of pounds of gold can be used to squander them on a dream that may not be realized. Therefore, they are of higher status or higher status.
Although they are tall, they are by no means as high as the clouds. They are more likely to be the descendants of minor nobles or the children of wealthy merchant families.
Big businessmen and small nobles are actually a group of people who share the same problem in the kingdom. They huddle in the shadow of those above them, and use their only remaining things to build a fortress of self-esteem that is passable but as fragile as a sand sculpture. Although when a certain person
The gentle brushing of some waves can make everything disappear for them - or just to cover up such embarrassment, they are used to criticizing and ridiculing, exchanging the misery of even more pitiful people for their humble sense of satisfaction.
, and a vanity like a mirror, a flower in the water, a moon in the water.
"Well... I'm sorry, I accidentally forgot about this." After thinking about it, Edward sincerely apologized.
"Accidentally? You..."
"Okay, duel, right? If you want, let's start now? I don't like wasting time." Nodding, Edward adjusted his belt, separated the hem of the robe slightly, and then looked at the other person with a smile,
"However, it looks like you are a little tired now? Do you want to take a rest?"
"If we talk about fatigue, there is no difference between you and me." The boy was stunned for a moment by this straightforward response and reasonable suggestion. But he quickly came to his senses: "We will start going to the arena right away."
…
The so-called arena, to be precise, is just a dark hall made of bluestones. The space without window lattice or door looks a bit depressing. Only the magic light balls suspended in the high ceiling provide the blue-white light.
brilliance.
"This place is shrouded in a powerful magic barrier. No one will die within this range. Any attacks and injuries that would have been fatal will be automatically blocked and changed into a "stasis" effect." Miguel said coldly.
Lengdi explained to the chief standing opposite: "So, you don't have to worry, you will be killed by my magic, but I remind you not to relax because of this, because I am looking forward to a fight that is in line with your strength."
fighting"
Looking around, Edward nodded - this is actually not a real duel, but just a competition in the form of a competition. Magical equipment is not allowed, including staffs, scrolls, and potions. It is forbidden to fight with a certain person.
The competitive sports of some martial arts are somewhat similar.
"You actually picked this time to come here to play a duel game when everyone is not around... these naughty little brats. I'm very busy right now. Well, then, if you decide, then just sign your names on their respective contracts, and then
The battle can begin."
The sound in his ears made Edward lower his head slightly, and he noticed a figure suddenly appeared within twenty feet of him. The flickering halo on the other person's clothes indicated that he should be a mage in the academy, but he looked different from the other.
The other mages are a little different... He is wearing an ordinary robe that looks like it has been used for a long time. Although it is not dirty, it is covered with countless folds, as if it has been rolled somewhere for a few days...
...And a small half of it is dragging on the ground - the figure wearing it, even if it is only visually inspected from a distance, is not half as big as an ordinary person.
A dwarf?
But before the surprised country bumpkin leader could react, the other party suddenly appeared in front of him with a whoosh and stared at him with a pair of yellow eyes, as if he had also seen some alien race:
"Oh, it turns out it's that girl... hmm? Didn't she keep saying that countless brainless brats who don't learn from others are the most terrifying creatures in all planes? And she actually found one of this age... Isn't this quick?
Is she about the same age?"
{PiaoTian Literature www.PiaoTian.com thanks all book friends for their support, your support is our greatest motivation}