Ke Wen should have thought of it a long time ago. He had shown his research results to President Makarov before. At that time, the other party had a serious expression but said words he did not understand.
After all, this old man is too unmotivated and never studies magic.
Rubbing his forehead helplessly, Ke Wen shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, I'll just make a temporary result and show it to you..."
President Makarov immediately nodded repeatedly: "Yeah, do you need me to do anything?"
"No, it's just a temporary thing. I have enough materials."
As Coven said, he took out the suitcase from his pocket and opened it.
Then the two of them got into the box together and started tinkering in the studio.
After more than two hours, Kewen made a seal.
"Success!"
Ke Wen looked at the seal in his hand with joy and said excitedly: "You can try the results next!"
"How to do?"
President Makarov was also looking forward to it and immediately asked: "Is it enough to have it printed on my body?"
"That's right!" Ke Wen lowered his gaze, looked at President Makarov and said, "How about it, old man? Do you want to be the first to try?"
"Of course!" President Makarov lowered his head while responding. After looking at himself, he lifted up his clothes, revealing the guild emblem printed on his heart.
"Is it okay to cover it directly?" President Makarov asked.
"Can."
Ke Wen nodded and squatted down. After carefully comparing the seals on President Makarov, he raised his hand and printed the new emblems overlapping each other.
President Makarov did not feel any discomfort, but found that there was a magic power left in the emblem.
Touching the emblem curiously, President Makarov asked: "Won't this magic power be dissipated by the magic power in me?"
"No." Ke Wen explained with a smile: "This emblem is a combination of 'Law', 'Writing' and 'Speech Spirit' magic. Unless the correct method is used, it will not work."
Destroyed by any external force."
"Well, it's amazing." President Makarov nodded, then put down his clothes and covered the emblem again.
Then, he asked: "So what should I do now?"
"Use magic to stimulate the emblem and say the password at the same time." Ke Wen pointed out with great anticipation: "The password is the name of our guild. Use the pronunciation of 'runes' to pronounce it."
President Makarov nodded and immediately followed the instructions, running the magic power in his body, slightly clashing with the area where the emblem was, and then slowly recited the password: "Fairy Tail."
The next moment, a virtual magic light screen suddenly projected from the emblem under President Makarov's clothes.
"Ah this..."
President Makarov was stunned for a moment, and then he turned around uncomfortably, causing the magic interactive interface to move accordingly.
Seeing this, President Makarov couldn't help but said with some embarrassment: "Would this cause trouble to people?"
"How could I leave this flaw?" Ke Wen responded with a smile, and then reminded: "Old man, wrap the magic power around your hand, and then try touching the screen."
President Makarov immediately followed his instructions, and as he moved, the magic light screen immediately began to move following his palm.
Under Ke Wen's guidance, President Makarov placed the light screen in a random position and tried to enlarge and reduce the light screen.
Quite satisfied, he operated the interface somewhat awkwardly and looked at the various program icons on the light screen.
Video calls, audio and video playback, database, magic knowledge database, mission database, World of Warcraft information, herbal medicine information, calculation programs.
Compared with the 'Fairy Terminal' placed in the bar, today's 'Personal Terminal' has a more detailed differentiation program.
President Makarov clicked on each icon and used it. After nearly half an hour, he couldn't help but nodded in admiration.
After restoring the interface, President Makarov raised his head and asked Ke Wen beside him: "How do I cancel this thing?"
"Just interrupt the magic power around the emblem." Ke Wen responded.
President Makarov did as he was told and controlled the magic power flowing in his body to temporarily avoid the emblem. Soon, the magic screen in front of him disappeared.
He tried to activate it with magic power again to make the magic screen appear. Then President Makarov smiled and praised: "It's a great thing, but some aspects need to be modified."
"Oh?" Ke Wen was stunned. He didn't expect that the other party could actually make suggestions for improvement, so he immediately asked: "What needs to be modified?"
"Database and mission database." President Makarov reached out and pointed at the two icons: "You have overlooked one thing. There are some information and missions that only 'S-level' are qualified to understand."
Kewen suddenly understood, and immediately nodded and said: "Yes, then I will add another permission restriction later."
Chairman Makarov didn't understand the technical aspect, so he didn't continue talking, but asked other questions: "What should this thing be called? Is this the final product on my body?"
"Let's call it 'Personal Fairy Terminal'." Ke Wen didn't bother to think of a name, so he casually picked up a name and said, "What you have is not the final product yet, and there is still one final step left."
"What is it?" President Makarov asked.
"I also need a huge 'magic crystal'." Ke Wen picked up the temporary seal, gestured and explained: "The magic power in the emblem printed by the seal cannot last long, so
I need to create a magic source that can continuously provide magic power to everyone's 'personal terminal emblem'."
"Why not make it like that..."
President Makarov organized the language, but he couldn't think of any good terms, so he had to say bluntly: "It's the kind that allows everyone to provide their own magic power."
"That would be too troublesome." Ke Wen shook his head and explained patiently: "Everyone's magic properties are different. If I follow the method you said, I will have to carefully analyze everyone's magic properties.
Investigate, and then create an emblem with corresponding attributes.”
"Well, that's it." President Makarov suddenly understood.
"That's why I need to make a huge magic source." Ke Wen casually placed the temporary seal on the table, and then said: "I'm afraid I have to trouble you this time. It'd better be better than the one last time."
The magic crystal's bigger."
President Makarov did not respond immediately. Instead, he crossed his chest with his left arm and pinched his beard with his right hand and began to think.
Lowering his head and frowning, President Makarov kept pacing in the open space of the studio, thinking carefully.
Ke Wen was a little confused when he saw this, but he did not disturb him and waited quietly aside.
After a while, President Makarov raised his head and took a deep breath.
Staring at Kewen with a serious face, a heavy sense of oppression appeared on President Makarov, and then he said in a deep voice: "Kewen! Follow me to a place!"
Ke Wen was stunned. It was rare to see President Makarov look so solemn, so he nodded and responded: "Okay, old man."
President Makarov said no more, and invited Ke Wen to climb out of the suitcase, walked out of the office, and went all the way down the stairs.
After arriving at the basement, President Makarov did not stop, but took Kewen into a utility room.
After removing all the debris, President Makarov took a deep breath and stretched out his hands towards the wall. The next moment, the wall quickly changed shape, and an ancient wooden door appeared.
"Huh?"
Ke Wen couldn't help but be surprised, because he had not sensed that there were traces of magic here before. This kind of illusion magic is very powerful.
He asked as he thought of it, so he asked President Makarov, who was staring blankly at the wooden door: "Old man, what kind of magic is this? Why haven't I seen it in the library?"
Hearing this, President Makarov finally came to his senses, sighed and shook his head: "Starting from the second generation, the magic book has been destroyed, and it has been stipulated that it will only be passed down orally to successive presidents.
between."
Ke Wen was stunned and asked softly: "In order to prevent others from discovering this place?"
"Yeah." President Makarov nodded seriously: "You can say that."
"Then is this..." Ke Wen raised his finger and pointed at the wooden door: "Old man, if it is not necessary, let's not continue, right?"
Ke Wen already knew what was behind the wooden door, but he had no idea about that thing, so he didn't want to break the rules of the guild because of himself.
When President Makarov heard this, he couldn't help but chuckle with relief, then shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, I am the president, and I have the right to make changes to the regulations."
"Okay, let's continue."
As President Makarov said, he stepped forward and pushed open the wooden door, revealing a downward staircase corridor inside.
One after another, the 'magic lights' lighted up one after another after the wooden door was opened, illuminating the entire spiral staircase corridor.
President Makarov entered the wooden door first and stepped on the downward steps. Coven hesitated at the door for a moment before following him in.
With a 'bang' sound, the wooden door behind him closed automatically, and then a weak wave of magic arose, causing phantom magic to appear on the wooden door again.
Ke Wen glanced back, then withdrew his gaze, followed President Makarov's smaller figure, all the way down the stairs and continued deeper.
While walking, President Makarov couldn't help but remind him: "Kevin, I have a favor to ask of you."
"You say."
"What you saw and heard today..." President Makarov took a deep breath, and then said in a serious tone: "After that, go out, don't tell anyone, anyone!"
Ke Wen looked at the other person's back, nodded and responded seriously: "Yeah!"
President Makarov said nothing more. Soon, the two of them reached the end of the stairs and stopped in front of another wooden door...