The striking flint ignited the firewood, and as the pieces of wood were lowered into the fireplace, the gray stone bricks reflected a bright orange-red flame—the flickering light of the fire brought a pleasant warmth to the well-defined face of a young man in front of the fireplace.

After a few fiddling strokes, the squatting young man stood up, and he turned around to see the girl at the square table flipping through the scrolls—

The girl has waist-length blond hair like a fringe, a pair of delicate eyebrows that are curved like a crescent moon, a few inconspicuous fine lines on the white nose, and a pair of lake-blue eyes staring intently at the lines of text on the page.

She stretched out her fingers and rubbed the corners of her eyes, and soon, she also noticed the young man who was already standing beside her.

"If you use the powder metallurgy process you mentioned, Mr. Gross, it won't be a big problem to sharpen the weapon with the materials you have at hand, but the effect of the enchantment will be greatly reduced."

The girl's expression was very serious when she spoke, and she was always accustomed to being serious when talking about such topics—the young man smiled, wondering if he should give her black-rimmed eyes, which would look like some teacher or a scholar.

However, after those good-looking eyes stared at him and blinked, he suddenly restrained his expression, and his voice was slightly excited: "So, what is the effect after the discount?" ”

"Fifty percent."

"Not bad, can you get started now?"

He asked impatiently, unslashing his sword from his belt—

The longsword was two feet three inches long, with a straight blade, a bowl-mounted support, and an iron-gray counterweight ball. He gently placed his sword on the wooden table, just enough to cover a few sheets of manuscript paper full of formulas.

"Well, almost."

The girl nodded, and then she got up and went to the cabinet, and took down a bunch of bottles and cans of various sizes from above—

The immaculate crystal vase, containing a multicolored liquid, ochre-yellow clay pot, shook and rustled, and a long stick the thickness of a finger, the material of which was not visible at a glance, was white all over, and the surface was surrounded by some mist-like veins, like jade from the deep mountains, and at the top, a silver metal ball inlaid with beans.

This is a gold pen.

It is one of the essential tools for mages or warlocks to conduct alchemical trials. Gross, the leader of the bandits, knew about it, and he watched as the young lady poured some potions out of different containers—

These elixirs were mixed and stirred in a white porcelain disc according to the successive steps and different measurements, and in just a few minutes, they became a mass of viscous substance with a faint glow of color.

This is enchanted alchemy?

Isn't it paint?

The girl slowly drew her long sword from its scabbard and placed it on the wooden table in front of her—

Gross stood aside, he looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but make a suggestion, "That'...... Wouldn't it be better to use a brush, Radia? ”

But the girl, that is, Miss Mage, Ladia, grabbed the gold pen and just glanced at him, her eyes did not squint, and her voice was calm:

"Brushes? Can the brush withstand the heat of the flame? ”

"Uh......"

Gross stopped talking, he watched it all quietly - compared to the memories in the game in his previous life, he found that the enchantment alchemy that Miss Mage was currently working on was completely different from the player's craft, but he couldn't say anything specific.

He's just a battle maniac, not a life pro gamer who is keen to make money by playing gold.

Silence, silence.

In the room, there was only the slight friction of the gold pen across the blade of the long sword, and these viscous strange substances adhered to the dark blue surface of the blade, without spreading, without flowing, without even a trace of brushstrokes, and they were very evenly distributed—

Miss Mage was preoccupied, and at this time, Gross felt like he recognized another side of this Miss Crane.

Her hand was steady, and her white lotus-like wrist reached out of the sleeve of the mage's robe, attracting his gaze.

After a moment, she grabbed the Frost Sword. A long, awkward spell was chanted from her mouth, and a flame suddenly rose from the blade of the sword—

Her fingers were close to the dancing blue flames, but there was no look of pain on that pretty little face.

Could it be that this blue flame is just an illusion?

The heat in the air baked his skin, and Gross could clearly feel that the flames were not a trick - he looked at Radia and cast an inquiring look.

"Mana control."

Miss Mage's answer was simple, she watched the flames change, and the silver ball at the tip of the gold pen occasionally streaked through the viscous substance of the longsword—and Gross almost didn't stick out her tongue when she said that.

A middle-level little mage actually mastered the super-magic specialty of "mana control"?

Wait, Blue Flame?

This flame was different from the orange-red color of the Fireball Technique, and what he knew was that it was a high-temperature flame, representing the power of the first order of awakening.

What's going on here?

Gross had the heart to ask again, but when he saw the girl's attentive appearance, he finally couldn't help but bother—the Frost Sword was his personal weapon, and the matter was about itself, so he couldn't afford to be sloppy.

About ten minutes passed.

The flames faded.

The original dark blue frost sword turned into a frosty white, and Gross took the support, and in his unique vision, he immediately swiped out a line of prompts.

[Sharp Frost Sword]: Excellent-level one-handed longsword, basic attack 46-56, additional basic attribute strength 2.5, dexterity 3.7, constitution 2.0, additional special attribute [Chill], each melee physical attack has a 15% chance to reduce the target's movement speed and attack speed by 20%, and the chill effect cannot be stacked. LV22 is required for the assembly grade.

Except for the upper and lower limits of the basic attack, which has been increased by 15 points each, the rest of the information has not changed, and the requirement level has been increased from LV12 to LV22. Compared to the same level of excellent weapons, the attributes can only be said to be unsatisfactory.

However, compared to the original Edge Enchantment, it also omits a lot of consumable materials, such as the expensive Sharp Essence Stone.

Gross was stunned for a moment, and then pulled out a scimitar, the Barbarec Pirate Scimitar (Fine), a weapon from the Dragon's Eye Brotherhood in Karthas that was snatched from the bald Crocker.

At this time, Miss Mage's eyebrows jumped, and she said angrily to the bandit leader who was inch by inch:

"Mr. Gross, the material is no longer sufficient."

"Really? Hehe......"

The bandit leader knew very well about the belongings of the wolf bandits at the moment, and even if it was a castrated version of alchemy enchantment, this Miss Crane had subsidized a lot of the materials out of her own pocket - he smiled, and then fell silent.

Through the window, the outside world was covered in snow and snow, and the view was covered in snow—the woods and mountains in the field of vision were blurred, and the entire Ampton mine was covered in a thick layer of white snow.

And outside the door of the room, a tall figure walked, "Black Barrier" Stewart.