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In the evening, Darko met Byron in his fixed room next to the free market. www.biquge.info This was originally the place where prisoners exchanged fine gold ore for change, and Byron often worked here himself, so he simply made it his own office. The room is unusually simple and unpretentious, without any decorations to fill the façade.

Byron saw Darko's arrival and greeted him warmly, "Darko, you actually repaired ten alchemy puppets with your own ability, it seems that the prison will not need to hire those alchemists to repair it in the future." ”

Darko scratched his head with a smile and said humbly, "All I repaired were alchemy golems with problems with the inscriptions, and there are many more that will take some time to repair." Moreover, although alchemy puppets are complex, the magic circuits in their bodies are simpler and easier to understand, and in comparison, they are easier to repair and perfect. ”

Byron thought for a moment and asked, "What about the magic array on the wall? Today's materials are all here, how is it, are there any difficulties?"

Darko nodded and said, "There are fewer inscriptions in the alchemy puppet, and the array diagram belongs to the control array, which is easier to figure out the principle of action and easy to repair." However, the giant magic array of the ice cover is an elemental array, not to mention the materials involved, and the amount is also huge, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to control such a magic array. ”

Byron thought about it for a moment and asked, "Is there any way to solve this problem?"

"Yes, yes, but ......" Darko looked at Byron with some embarrassment.

Byron seemed to have guessed something, and said directly, "If you have any requests, I will do my best to help you." ”

Darko nodded and said, "Normally, when an inscriptionist challenges a complex magic array, he will have someone on his side to help grind ink, select herbs, etc. This will not only save the inscriptionist's time, allowing the inscriptionist to think about the problem of the magic array, but also speed up the efficiency, after all, some inks have a time limit and must be used for a short time after grinding. ”

"Exactly?" Byron immediately understood what Darko meant, "do you need an herbalist?"

Seeing Darko nodding, Byron said with some embarrassment, "It's actually easier to recruit an herbalist outside the prison than to hire an alchemist, but the key is that it will take a month before you can come in." ”

Darko pretended to be silent for a moment before he said, "You don't need to have too high inscription skills, in fact, people inside the prison can do it." ”

"Do you mean Monin and Eminem?" Byron thought for a moment, a little embarrassed, "The two of them are important laborers in the inscription workshop, and if there is one less, I'm afraid the output over there will drop." ”

Darko felt that the time to make the request was almost up, so he said, "I have a candidate, Sally has good mental strength, and she is a fast learner, so she should be able to do it." ”

"Sally?" Byron was clearly unfamiliar with the name.

"Oh, it's a whore, we knew each other before, and today she's back, and I think I can make her mine. Darko explained, "If she does it, it won't affect the rest of the prison......

Byron groaned for a moment, then smiled at Darko in a man's sense, and said playfully, "I'm starting to wonder if you really need one." ”

Darko was embarrassed, and part of the reason why he wanted Sally to be his was out of his own selfishness. But Sally's talent is indeed good, and Darko is more trusting, which is much more reassuring than finding someone you don't know.

"Haha!" Byron didn't embarrass Darko, "that's fine, but you'll have to pay attention to your body, and I'll check your work progress every day to see if it's competent, you know?"

"Thank you, Lord Byron, for your support, you will definitely see a satisfactory progress. Darko nodded yes again and again, then paused and said, "There's also the work of the agent in the mining area, and there is something I need to report to you." ”

"Oh, what's going on in the mining area, are the other agents embarrassing you again?"

"No, no. Darko shook his head first, then took out a piece of Adamantite Ore from his pocket, "My two younger brothers, in order to carry it easily, took it upon themselves to exchange the gold ore with the other prisoners for Adamantite Ore. This one...... You know, there are only two people under me, and I really can't carry the gold ore of the monthly income......"

"Hahaha, it looks like you made a lot of money last month. Byron didn't care at all, waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter how you exchange prisoners, anyway, when you are released, you won't be able to take out these pure gold ores, and you will always spend them in prison." It's up to you to do this kind of little thing. ”

"Thank you, Lord Byron. There was a glea in Darko's eyes, and with Byron's approval, he could openly exchange Adamantite ore with other prisoners. And he never thought that he would be released in a normal way, the more time passes, the greater the chance of vitb12 coming, and when the prison is in chaos, many unforeseen things will inevitably happen.

Back in the room from Byron, Darko saw Sally still sitting on the bed, quiet as a newborn kitten. Seeing Darko return, Sally cheered and jumped to her feet. was pushed down on the bed by Darko, and then Darko leaned over and asked in her ear, "I asked you for an identity, tell me, how do you thank me?"

Sally's face was excited at first, then her eyes rolled, and her body quietly slipped against Darko's chest. Darko's belt was silently untied, followed by a sudden burst of stimulation and pleasure, and Darko lay on his side on the bed, his fingers between Sally's blonde hair, not knowing whether to cater or refuse.

At some point, Darko jerked up and picked Sally up, peeling off the thin layer of defense, and placing her on top of the upright murder weapon. Under the effect of her own gravity, Sally had no choice but to incorporate the purple-red murderous creature into her body little by little, her white neck was raised high, but the scream that should have been lingering was blocked by the murderous creature's swelling again, and turned into a low moan.

After this, Darko's life became more regular, repairing an alchemy golem every day. Every puppet he repaired naturally added its own spiritual power imprint. Normally, he still obeys the puppeteer's commands, but when Darko needs it, he will completely obey his commands.

In addition to this, there is a daily routine of studying the magic circle above the wall and drawing simple sketches. After more than ten days of observation, he also figured out the mechanism of action of this magic array. The magic array of this eighth-level ice system magic ice cover was perfectly arranged on the prison wall in the form of equal scale magnification. In the Mercury plane, no magic above level 4 could be cast, but through the magic array, more advanced magic could be displayed, and he would be amazed whenever he saw it.

The Ice Shield originally appeared around the caster in the form of a hemisphere, but the magic circle copied on the wall changed the structure, and it could be used as a backing wall to perfectly lay on the perimeter of the wall to strengthen defenses. After gaining an in-depth understanding of the defensive power of this wall, Darko felt more assured of his safety, and he felt that even VITB12 would not be able to easily break through this layer of defense.

Thinking of Vitb12 again, Darko sighed secretly, since he had escaped that day and left the dwarf blacksmith Agit to fight Vitb12 for a few short times, he knew that Aggot was already unlucky, and he had to run away. Although he had once again escaped VITB12's tracking, and managed to send himself into the Adamantite Prison, making the entire prison's defense his defense against VITB12. But Dakko still had a premonition in his heart that he didn't want to, and felt that such a defense would not be able to stop VITB12.

Darko returned to the room and looked at the finished scroll on the table, clenching his fist before releasing it. During the three months he hid in the mine, he also thought that with the magic scroll and his intermediate magician level, if he encountered a killer from the Vitamin Guild, even if he couldn't kill the other party, he would be able to escape calmly.

Before the battle with VITB12, Dakko was so confident. But the strength of vitb12 made him understand how arrogant and ridiculous it was to drag on for a year with his current strength. Darko now knew that he still couldn't compare to this high-level samurai of the demon-breaking profession. As long as VITB12 is still chasing him, he will have one more day of sleep.

Whenever he has free time, Daktronics will fall into thinking, integrating his strengths and imagining how he will cope with VITB12 again. The control method gives Darko the ability to deploy magic more flexibly to release magic, and each magic has a certain structure in the construction, which is framed by the spell to guide the mental power, and different structures will also lead to different magic released. For example, the most commonly used fireball spell has a variety of similar spells, among which the reduced scale is a magic structure that can be simplified, and after simplification, it may also have a certain impact on the power of magic.

There are pros and cons to controlling the law, but silent recitation is a more practical ability. It can directly make the caster's mental power frequency infinitely close to the frequency of the corresponding magic, so that the caster can silently cast any kind of magic.

Darko then began to transcribe the magic scrolls, starting with random teleportation scrolls. The random teleportation scroll is relatively expensive, comparable to a fine-tier weapon, and its teleportation is uncertain, so few people want to use it. If it is to get out of danger, more people would rather choose the return scroll that is three times more expensive. However, Darko has a soft spot for random teleportation, and while it is convenient to return to the city scroll, it may not be safe for Darko to be hunted down in the city. Random scrolls allow you to run away from enemy pursuit as soon as you run out of strength. As for putting himself in danger, Dakko doesn't care, if he finds that there is danger around him after teleporting, he can teleport again, anyway, as an inscription master, he has a lot of random teleportation scrolls, and he is not afraid of consumption.

Darko let out a deep sigh, tried to calm his mind, and stood in front of the workbench to begin copying the magic scroll. Gradually, a perfect line stretches across the parchment under the tip of a needle, and magic ink flows out of the nib in different mixing ratios, imparting various powers to the drawn lines.

This is also the most troublesome part of countless inscriptionists, mixing different magical materials in a single line, and the proportions have to change accordingly as the line extends. But these did not bother Darko, who had mastered every step of copying the inscription. During this period of practice, he had a higher success rate of copying teleportation scrolls, and the success rate of random teleportation scrolls was close to 30%, which was a success rate that Dakko could only achieve by imitating Orlando at that time.

Since the arrival of new materials, Daktronics has been able to make more use of the "redundant" materials for its own personal work. So he began to copy magic scrolls day and night, but this was not only a matter of consuming materials, but also a lot of mana and even physical strength. This process requires constantly taking time to replenish mana, and at first Darko feels sick every time he wants to lie in bed and sleep, but later he gradually gets used to it.

There was a knock on the door, and the knocker then pushed the door himself and walked in, not disturbing Darko's work, and it was Sally who entered. Darko's copy of the random teleportation scroll was nearing completion, and the tip of the Apoptotic Cloud's pen hovered above the parchment, barely dropping. Then he gently wrapped the tip of the pen with the spiritual power he exuded, as gently as he hugged Sally with his body, and at the thought of this analogy, one part of Darko immediately reacted, and the tip of the pen fell on the parchment with a tremble, and failed again. Darko sighed helplessly and shrugged at Sally next to him.

Sally watched nervously, not even daring to breathe, but Darko failed this time. Even if Darko can achieve a 30% success rate of copying random teleportation scrolls, it still has to experience many failures.

Sally sighed, "It's so hard to make such a small scroll, you don't have so many mistakes when you copy on the wall." ”

"There are not so many mistakes when repairing the magic array on the wall, because the magic array is very large, and the thinnest line is also the thickness of a finger, so naturally it will not fail because of insufficient accuracy. If this random teleportation scroll were the size of a room, my success rate would be high. Darko is very open-minded, after all, the failure of the inscription master is a common thing, "The magic scroll exists in the form of a scroll because of its small size and easy to carry. If it really has the size of a room, then the portability itself is a problem. ”

"Wait! the room is so big!" Darko suddenly thought of something, and slammed his right fist into his left palm.

"What's wrong?" asked Sally, curiously.

Darko suddenly rushed over and picked up Sally and spun around in the air, shouting happily, "I'm going to copy a large random teleportation array!"

Sally asked, somewhat dazed, "How big?"

"The room is so big!"

"The room is so big! Sally just thought that Darko's idea was amazing, after all, the magic array on the wall was bigger, and she didn't know what the random teleportation array in the room could do, "Why is the teleportation array so big in the room?"

"I suddenly remembered a phrase that my master had said. Dakko replied.

"Your master?" Sally's face flushed as she thought of something.

Darko put Sally down and picked up a magic brush to scribble a sentence on the wall.

Sally turned her head and looked at it carefully, "I don't understand what it means, but it feels like it's powerful." ”