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The whole county was under the control of Leven Fried, and it was carried out in an orderly manner - the young count was like a child with a new toy, eager to carry out his plan.

And Loren, as a wizard's advisor, was finally able to get a few days of free time to do something he had always wanted to do, but also to not interfere with Leuven's authority. After all, he was the real earl, and he was just a small wizard advisor.

In the past, because of the grim form and various reasons, Rowan had no scruples about delegating power to Loren, and even to the point of blind trust, so that those refugees were more familiar with this black-haired wizard than the Count himself, but now that the situation has been greatly eased, it is naturally not necessary for Loren to interfere too much, and it is enough to do his job as a wizard consultant.

In the pure white spirit hall, the young man sitting on a chair with a back stared at the black-haired wizard who was building runes bit by bit in great confusion, his blood-red eyes blinking.

Strictly speaking, Loren was not "building" the runes at this time, but creating them from scratch - what he had to do now was the same thing that all spellcasters would do.

Create one, completely your own magic.

The difficulty of this can be imagined, not only does it require a solid knowledge of spells and occultism, but it also requires a very high level of spiritual hall for wizards. After all, all magic is based on the power of the Void, and creating magic is equivalent to making the most direct contact with the Void.

The fickle illusions, the capricious messages, the weirdness of the flow of pus like substance, can completely drive a sane human being crazy.

Fortunately, thanks to Asriel's presence, Loren's spiritual hall was greatly improved - the vast amount of information was completely blocked by the pure white walls, allowing him to find all the knowledge he needed as quickly as possible.

Dozens of parchment books that had been opened formed an eerie spiral around Loren, and the black-haired wizard on his knees stared at the "oil painting" in front of him, completely immersed in it, carefully completing the construction.

It's also because of a certain teenager that the spell construction that originally seemed complicated has become the process of drawing oil paintings, although it will not reduce the difficulty much, and the slightest mistake will completely fail.

The viscous pus-like power of the void is the "paintbrush", and the flickering runes are the "paint", and the careful Loren has made the final step, maintaining the patience he has always maintained, and completing the entire construction of the rune in the most perfect state.

From the beginning of the preparation to now, Loren has spent two full days. There is no concept of time in the void, but the body will get tired and the energy will fade - these objective conditions have seriously slowed down Loren's progress.

But in any case, he is almost finished, a beautiful oil painting is going through the final coloring, each stroke is meticulous, the "brush" touches every nerve, the color and line condense the emotion into substance.

"Done ......"

Consciousness traced back from the spiritual hall to the body, and the corners of Loren's mouth with his eyes slightly open were slightly raised.

The left hand wearing the "spellcaster" opened slightly, and a delicate red rune floated in the center of the palm, as if it were melting, and injected into the left hand.

In the blink of an eye, the golden-red flames covered the entire palm, and under the control of Loren's consciousness, it continued to swallow tongues of fire, slowly condensing into a "fireball" the size of a ping-pong ball.

High-level spell, "Turin Fire"-!

According to Loren's estimate of himself, he can at least expand the fireball by about five to six times, and the accuracy can be guaranteed within thirty meters, turning the guy he encounters into a large torch in an instant.

This is his first completely original high-level spell, and he specially uses the surname given to him by Leonardo as his name, and it also has some commemorative meaning in it.

And because it's original, Loren is fully aware of every aspect of the entire spell's construction, and there is room for improvement. The corners of the smug black-haired wizard's mouth lifted slightly, not even noticing that a certain teenager had appeared behind him.

"I still don't get it. Asriel shook his head in confusion, his pale cheeks full of puzzlement: "You have been busy for three whole days, checked countless materials, and devoted yourself to ...... That's it?"

"If you want to make flames, there are many ways, isn't there - since you have an alchemist as good as Ain Rand, you can work with her to transform a more effective ignition agent. ”

"And this is still a high-level spell, wouldn't it be too wasteful?"

"You won't understand. Loren was intoxicated with the small fireballs flying in his palms: "This is a person who longs for magic, and can never part with it." ”

The fact that he couldn't rub the fireball was always a big regret in Loren's heart, so since he had the opportunity, of course he had to find a way to make up for it.

What's more, how can the dazzling beauty of the flame be understood by ordinary people?

The wonderful combination of dynamic and static produces an impact beyond the edge of human imagination, and the explosion of collision is the ultimate embodiment of the beauty of the moment - this vulgar creature does not understand art at all!

Asriel frowned, completely unable to understand Loren's irrational behavior. Humans are complex creatures, and they get excited to look like this for a small fireball.

Without paying much attention to the young man's gaze, Loren gently dissipated the flame in his left hand and casually recorded the process of the experiment in his notebook.

Just like Asriel said, "Turin Fire" is completely unqualified as a high-level spell, although it is powerful enough, it consumes a lot of energy, the scope of application is relatively narrow, and it is not even as practical as a bottle of ignition agent.

But after all, this spell has only just been built, and Loren still has time to slowly modify it - most of the spells that have been handed down are the work of many spellcasters for a lifetime, and nothing can be done overnight.

According to Loren's vision, this spell will definitely not stop at fireballs, but can produce more intense burning to the point of explosion, and even manipulate the flames at will, engulfing the enemy with an invisible sea of fire.

What's more, with Asriel here, the last thing Loren needs to worry about is the limitations of the Spirit Temple, and even if he fails in the end, it will only be a high-level spell - unlike other spellcasters, who need to be very careful about whether or not to master the spell completely.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and Loren, whose ears trembled slightly, immediately closed the note in his hand, and the young man in the chair next to him turned into a black feathered eagle again, and landed steadily on the fireplace.

Pushing open the door, the person who walked in was Sir Aaron, looking at Loren who was sitting there with a somewhat complicated gaze. The black-haired wizard looked up, "What are your orders?"

"The elves are meeting with the Count to make good on his promise. Sir Aaron frowned: "You seem to have promised these elves a lot of things." ”

"Iron ingots, flax, livestock, medicines – the winter is not over yet, and we are still very short of our own supplies, and we simply don't have much to come up with to support others. ”

"Not to mention, they also want to be able to form an alliance with the Duchy of Lothair. Aaron shook his head very disdainfully: "If it is the leader of the entire elven race, it may be okay, but the ancient wood forest is only a slightly larger settlement, and it is not enough to even become a vassal of the duke!"

"But these elves are the only line of defense against the ogre invasion of the Duchy of Lothair. Loren explained to him as patiently as possible: "If they collapse, hundreds or thousands of ogres will rush out of the Ancient Wood Forest and into the territory of the Deep Forest Castle!"

However, Sir Aaron obviously didn't care much about this, and didn't really believe that there would be "hundreds, thousands" of ogres, so he just waved his hand and interrupted Loren's explanation.

"Anyway, Lord Count would like you to be there, after all, you were the one who came into contact with these elves in the first place - they fought alongside us to protect the Count, and I respect that, but that doesn't justify their greed!"