After returning to the White Tower that day, Phil heard that the water droplet had been delivered to the top floor of the academy.

Finally, a permit was finally obtained and the mass production of "water droplets" began.

At the same time, the White Ring Tower Academy began to collect magic crystals on a large scale.

None of this has much to do with Phil, he just has to wait.

Sure enough, he didn't have to wait too long, and five days later, the wizard Elennor came to see him.

"Now the whole academy is putting things on the 'drops', and I'm so sorry to keep you waiting so long. ”

In the living room, she said apologetically.

"So there's a result now?" Phil asked.

"Two days ago, the newly refined thirty 'water drops' were sent to the dark front," Elenaror Wizard glanced at him, "In that battle, ten second-level wizards each controlled three 'water drops', hunted a total of twenty-four dark wizards, and summoned countless beasts. ”

Phil was not surprised to hear the news.

"What about attrition?"

"Of the thirty 'droplets', only seventeen were unharmed in the end, six were repaired and ready for reuse, and the rest were completely destroyed on the dark front. Wizard Elennow said.

Although she looked a little pityful, Phil knew that the academy didn't care about such a small amount of magic crystal consumption.

For them, the loss of magic crystals is naturally much better than that of wizards.

"There's a wizarding council in the academy, would you like to join?" Wizard Elenor changed the conversation a little quickly.

"Is that okay?"

"Of course," said Wizard Elenor, "you give so much for the Academy, of course, but there is an initiation ceremony, and I will come to you in three days." ”

Phil nodded.

Three days went by in a flash.

At night, Phil came out of the lab, and the wizard Elennow was already waiting outside.

The two of them didn't say anything more, and flew straight to the other side of the sea. A few white towers flashed by at his feet, and a few lines of spiritual power hurriedly swept over, and after discovering that it was the two of them, they quickly converged.

These are senior third-level wizards who are about the same level as Phil, and they have been waiting here for countless years, hoping that one night a wizard will take them to the sea, but they have not arrived.

Soon, Phil saw that there was no more land under his feet, and the waters of the Sea of St. Otto sparkled in the moonlight, and there was silence and emptiness all around.

Wizard Elennor has been leading the way for a long time.

At this rate, they had been flying for half a day, and now they had penetrated deep into the Sea of St. Otto.

After a few more moments, Phil saw a little light appear in the darkness in front of him.

As they continued to fly, the light grew closer and closer, and at last it was as big as the canopy of a car, and the point of light came to the two of them.

Immediately Phil felt a spatial shift, and after a moment, there was no longer an empty sea in front of him, but a small island. The whole island is a piece of architecture.

Phil saw figures appear in other directions of the island, and he and the wizard of Elenor landed on a white tower platform on the island.

As soon as the two landed, a beautiful pyroxene puppet suddenly appeared on the platform.

"Good evening to Phil Underwood, Elenore Iris, please come with me. The pyroxene puppet bowed slightly to the two of them, making a buzzing sound.

Phil's eyes lit up: "Are you the first generation pyroxene puppet?"

The pyroxene puppet was the work of a powerful alchemist from a thousand years ago, but only the first generation possessed basic human intelligence and could communicate with people simply, and the rest were dead creatures who could only fight at the behest of their masters. But in the wizarding world, even pyroxene puppets are rare, let alone the original pyroxene puppets.

"Yes, Master Phil. The pyroxene puppet replied.

"Can you let me take you apart and take a look?" said Phil directly.

"Master, this ......"

"You know I'm a master refiner, right? Like the master alchemist who made you, I'm very interested in you, and I thought maybe I could copy you. Besides, how many of you are there now? Don't you want to have more brothers and sisters?"

"No need, Master Phil," the pyroxene puppet shook his head, "it feels good for a few of us to be together, there is no need for a few more brothers and sisters, besides, even if you let you refine it, you will not succeed, and I may disappear from this world." ”

"So, is it a matter of materials?" said Phil with a laugh.

The pyroxene puppet was silent, and the eyes of the Elenor wizard who had been listening next to him lit up.

"According to your design rules, if you can say such an absolute word as 'impossible', it means that it is really impossible, but it is not easy to be truly impossible, today's refining science is booming, maybe it has surpassed the beginning, and the refining master who refined you was only a third-level wizard at the beginning, so the problem of strength does not exist, so there is only a problem of materials. It's a pity, what kind of material has disappeared in the wizarding world?"

The pyroxene puppet slowly opened the armor on its chest, revealing a prismatic stone that shimmered with blue light inside.

"This stone comes from a meteorite that fell in the Sea of St. Otto, and the most central part was cut into seven pieces, one of which is this. ”

"It turned out to be a meteorite, and the probability that the same material would indeed appear again is almost zero. Phil shook his head, "It's a shame. I think you might develop as a race, but I didn't expect you to end up shackled to a single material. ”

The pyroxene puppet was silent for a moment before saying, "It's a pity indeed. ”

The two of them, a puppet, walked down a passage for a while, and finally came to a door.

"My mission is complete, Master Phil, Lord Elenor, please come in. ”

Phil and Wizard Elenor nodded and took a few steps forward.

"By the way, what should I call you?" said Phil suddenly.

"You can call me Seven, Master Phil. "If there is a chance to have a few more brothers and sisters, I think it's good." ”

Phil smiled and didn't say anything more.

"You're interested in pyroxene puppets?" asked Wizard Elenor after a moment's walk.

"There was some interest indeed. ”

"Many refining masters have tried it, and all of them have failed, but I didn't know until today that it was because of the materials. Wizard Elenor said.

Phil nodded, not saying anything, he wouldn't tell Elenor that he sensed an aura from another world on that blue prism.

The reason Phil was interested in these original pyroxene puppets was because they reminded him of the door in the White Tower of Mr. Green in the Black Rope Fortress, and he remembered that the door was called Carlos, and it was a very verbose door.

Phil and Wizard Elennow walked down another hallway and finally into a room.

There were already some wizards in the room, and the aura on each body was very obscure, almost all of them were third-level wizards.

A Level 3 wizard at the front walked up to the door of the two.

"Hello Master Phil, I'm a vice president of the academy, Anse Elle, the dean is not here, and this time I'm in charge. ”