Dark velvet floor-to-ceiling curtains block out the heat of midsummer, the cool room is silent, and the gray light that pours in through the windows adds a mysterious touch to the laboratory.

As the special laboratory for the president of the Wizarding Association, there were originally a lot of exquisite furnishings, but they were all moved out by Ayn Rand, who was suspected of occupying the place, and even the floor-standing mechanical clock imported from the Dwarf Kingdom was no exception.

Although she liked the design, it was too noisy.

At this moment, Loren was surrounded by books that had not been opened, and each one was desperately open-minded, as if he wanted to press his face directly to the page.

Alchemy is a very profound, practical and mind-expanding science... Even if Isaac Grantham never recognized the former, he had to admit the latter.

On the test bench, the black-haired wizard had a tool thinner than a vessel, and he tapped it "gently" little by little, describing the book as "very simple", only to find that the symbol of difficulty "comparable to hell" was engraved on a bronze plate.

The corners of his forehead were covered with cold sweat, and Loren, who was engrossed, couldn't wipe it, his eyes staring at the tool in his hand.

As long as he "shakes", his two hours of blood and sweat will be wasted.

Across the table, Ain lay on the soft sofa, lazy to the point of disheveled, her golden hair was messily spread out next to the armrest of the sofa, and an open book covered her face, allowing her to take a moment's rest.

There is only a smart sapphire, and from time to time peeks from under the cover of the book to a certain stupid person who is still "indomitable".

"Smack!"

Loren on the test bench suddenly loosened his hands, as if he had vented somewhere, and the whole person threw himself on the platform without warning.

"Ain?"

"Huh?" the little wizard on the couch replied lazily, and when he removed the book from his face, he saw the black-haired wizard lying on the test bench hand out a hand, clutching a bronze plate that had just been carved in his hand.

"Bring it to me and show it. ”

Stretching comfortably, Ain, with the curvature of the corners of her mouth, took the bronze plate and looked at it carefully in front of her eyes, and raised her eyebrows, and saw that a guy lying on the test bench was peeking at her.

Well, it's like a student watching the teacher mark a test paper.

"It's much better than the previous one, and it's really a work that can only be done with heart. Holding back a smile, the little wizard "commented" on the mess of ghost drawings in his hand: "But ......"

"But?" said a dumb man's voice visibly tragic twice.

"It's not enough to use it as a 'floating city'... Well, it's going to explode as soon as you put it on, I guess?"

As soon as the words fell, the black-haired wizard collapsed directly: "No, I can't do it... It's so hard for this. ”

"That's the easy part... Just laying the nodes, it takes at least 6,000 to 10,000 identical runes to be enough. ”

The little wizard spread his hands, and looked at the black-haired wizard slumped in his chair with a smile on his lips: "Well, is it a little more difficult compared to spells?"

"It's too easy to describe!" muttered the black-haired wizard, tired and not even having the strength to get up: "It's more tiring than fighting, and I don't want to move." ”

"Well, isn't a guy voluntary?"

"That's because the great alchemist Lord Ain Rand told me that learning alchemy can help speed up the recovery of the spiritual temple, right?"

"Hmph... Aren't you? You're noticeably better mentally right now. ”

"Really, I feel like I was the same as when I first woke up. ”

Complaining, sarcasm... Leisurely conversations, smiling expressions, as if even time has stood still.

A minute, two minutes, a quarter of an hour, an hour... Perhaps the morning had passed, but neither of them wanted to break the serenity first.

Just this morning, the idiot burst into her lab and offered to help her complete the design of the Floating City, only to be taught by Ain the basics of alchemy.

From the beginning of pointing to the basic runes in the book and shouting "This is also called simple?!", to the later being able to complete a rune seal carving independently without his own help, Loren's progress can be called superb.

Of course, there is nothing surprising about this - wizards need to be proficient in the occult, and occult knowledge has an innate advantage over alchemy, and even if you don't understand the runes at all, as long as you can understand the principles, you can quickly grasp them.

This is the fundamental reason why Isaac always looks down on other wizards... The occult is the fundamental discipline of all wizarding disciplines, and theoretically all wizarding departments need the theories and perspectives of the occult as support.

This is the consensus of the wizarding world, but it is difficult for outsiders to understand why, especially for ordinary people, alchemists can bring comfort and convenience to their lives, pharmacists and herbalists can heal the sick... What can a wizard in the occult do?

We just need to enjoy the good things that magic brings, what is the use of theory?

Because of this, only Ebolden has a large group of occult wizards in the entire empire, as well as the most complete theoretical system, and in a sense, it also ensures the absolute status of the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower in the wizarding world.

But when it comes to Eberden......

"Where have Miss Ariel and her butler gone?" the little wizard suddenly asked, "I feel like I haven't seen them for days, is something wrong?"

"They, they've gone back. The black-haired wizard replied casually.

"Already back?"

"That's right, the matter of the United Chamber of Commerce has been settled, and the alliance with the Turin family has been negotiated, so there's no point in staying, right?" Loren explained lightly:

"They left yesterday afternoon, because the Red Blood Castle has been chaotic recently, so there is no fanfare. ”

"Really?" Eain's expression was visibly skeptical, dragging out a long tail note.

The black-haired wizard shrugged, indicating that the meaning was already obvious.

Of course it's fake.

With the Round Table Council on the horizon and the Imperial Mission on its way, Ariel Corona would only put Crimson Castle in a more disadvantageous position and make it difficult for Charlotte to explain in front of the Sky Dome.

As for whether Ariel has really left the Crimson Castle... Loren raised an eyebrow and glanced at the Moon Shadow cat in the corner of the lab, a pair of scarlet pupils also secretly watching him.

Just like he really thought, these two guys won't leave him easily......

"Loren, why did you suddenly think to help me complete the Floating City?" the little wizard asked again.

"Do you need a reason for such a thing?" replied the black-haired wizard as a matter of course, focusing entirely on the parchment scroll in front of him:

"It just so happens that I have nothing to do today, so I will pass the time by the way. ”

"Liar. The little wizard said lightly.

"Huh?"

"Your mind isn't here at all. Ain continued, tilting her head as if looking at some work of art, staring at the black-haired wizard's expression.

"Why do you say that?" Loren slowly raised his head and asked cautiously, "It's because the runes I made are so bad that you are impatient... Uh, you're not trying to drive me away, are you?"

The pitiful tone of voice, as if he had been bullied, made the little wizard laugh out loud.

"Kick you away, someone seems to have forgotten that this is the chamber of the president of the Wizarding Guild. Ain asked angrily, snorting and turning her head: "You are the master of this room... If I want to leave, I should leave. ”

"Oh... That's right. Loren nodded with a sudden realization: "Don't you say that I almost forgot, I'm the president of the association." ”

"It's still a president who never cares, sleeps for a whole month, and throws everything to others!" "Ain puffed out his cheeks and flushed.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, and the black-haired wizard had a look on his face that didn't know what to do.

"Loren, what I really want to say is ......" The little wizard let out a sigh of relief, and his smile faded away:

"Your mind isn't actually here at all, is it?"