Looking at Packy, who had put the club-shaped magic device back in his hand, the old white man mage Arlett asked aloud, "What are you going to do, Lord Mevis?" ”

Patch didn't answer immediately, but thought for a moment before asking, "Master Aryt, how much Mithril and Ajin are still stored in the New York Temple?" ”

"There's not much Mithril left, maybe two kilograms or so, but Ogin still has a lot."

The white old man Alitter thought for a moment, and then replied aloud, but after saying these words, he seemed to suddenly guess Patch's thoughts, and asked in exclamation, "Your Excellency Myvis, do you want to ......?"

But before Arlett could finish his words, Patch answered in advance.

I saw Patch look at the white old man in front of him, smile and say, "Master Aryt, you guessed right, I'm going to build a magic equipment by myself." It's only two kilograms of Mithril, but it should be enough for me. ”

After a slight pause, Patch then looked up at the white old man Aryt, and then said in a loud voice: "So Master Aryt, can you please prepare some Aojin and Mithril and send them to the Library Pavilion?" ”

"It's just a gesture, I hope that Lord Mevis can create your own magic paraphernalia." The white mage Arlett didn't think about it, and responded with a smile.

"Okay, thank you very much." Patch nodded in gratitude.

"Your Excellency Myvis, please wait a moment, and I will deliver the materials you want to you in no time."

The white old man, Arlet, bowed slightly in response, and then turned to leave.

It's just that when Arit walked a few dozen steps, Patch, who was on the tip of his ear, heard his extremely subtle muttering again.

Mage Arlet, who was walking forward with his back to Patch, frowned slightly as he walked, muttering in a low voice.

"A powerful wizard of the ancient magic school, and also knows alchemy, it seems that this Lord Mevis seems to be far more simple than I imagined!"

Patch, who inadvertently heard the words of the white old man Arlet, did not say anything, but just stood there and looked at his back, with a slight smile.

When Arit had walked away, Patch got up and poured a cup of coffee and returned to the library on the upper floor of the New York Temple.

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Returning to the library and sitting down at his desk, Patch flipped through a few pages of books to pass the time when he saw the white mage Arlett leading a few people to bring a bunch of things.

"Lord Mevis, I'll leave two kilograms of Mithril and fifteen kilograms of Aujin here for you, and ......"

After ordering the few people accompanying him to put the materials on the desk, Arit immediately looked up at Patch and continued with a smile: "In order to better carry out your alchemy experiment, I also specially brought you four elemental crystals. ”

"You've been well thought out, Master Arlett." Patch stood up with his hands propped up, and inadvertently complimented the old white mage.

The white mage Arlit was not modest, and after Daniel left, the current Guardian Patch was not very in charge, so he was equivalent to the de facto ruler of the New York Temple.

Although Patch doesn't care, his identity as guardian is still there, and Elite is in charge of a large part of the New York Temple and relies on Patch's help, so Latch can not care about other people's affairs, but Patch explained that Alit thinks that he still has to have a snack.

Indifferently accepting Patch's praise, Arlit bowed slightly and said, "The materials have been delivered, so we won't bother Lord Myvis to build your magic tools." ”

After saying this, Arit immediately turned around and beckoned to the few people accompanying him, and slowly walked out of the library pavilion.

"A thoughtful old man, but it seems that it is not bad for you to be the steward of the New York Temple at the moment."

After the old white man Arlett and the entourage closed the door and left, Patch looked at the closed door and muttered to himself meaningfully.

As soon as he said this, Patch looked down at the materials on the desk.

A small fist-sized piece of silvery-white metal, seven or eight pieces of dark golden metal, and four diamond-shaped crystals with different brilliance were placed in front of Patch.

Patch casually took the very small amount of silvery-white metal in his hand, squeezed it gently, and said to himself, "Two kilograms of Mithril, I don't know if this little Mithril will be enough to create what I want." ”

Mithril is the most precious variety of all magical metals, and the fact that a huge New York temple is only about two kilograms is enough to show how rare it is.

Moreover, this magic metal is also an indispensable material for forging magic tools, although magic supplies can be forged without Mithril, but there is undoubtedly a world of difference between magic tools without Mithril and those added.

Mithril has a strong magical ability, so this material can allow mages to use magic to cast spells to get a certain increase, and the most valuable thing is that Mithril can also fit the ability of the magic circle almost perfectly.

Therefore, the magical metal of Mithril will definitely burst out with unimaginable creative sparks in the hands of a skilled alchemist, and Patch is precisely that powerful alchemist.

Gently placing a small piece of Mithril back on the desk, Patch picked up another piece of dark gold metal next to him and looked at it.

This dark gold metal is called Ogin, and this metal material is as essential to making a magic paraphernalia as Mithril, and in a magical paraphernalia, this metal is the real subject.

Although it is not as rare as Mithril, it is absolutely impossible to forge a magic device without Augin.

Because although Mithril is rare, it is still only a secondary type of magic metal in the end. Aojin is different, in a magic apple, Aojin almost occupies more than 90% of the main metal material.

Therefore, Aojin is the most basic material for magic tools.

After putting Ogin down in his hand, Patch looked down at the four elemental hedrons on the desk again.

Elemental hedrons, undoubtedly crystals condensed by some kind of magic, are also stored in Patch's hands, and the elemental hedrons he has stored are far better than the ones he has on his desk now.

So after picking up one of them, Patch looked at it for a moment, and couldn't help but sneer a little, and laughed at himself.

Casually playing with the flaming red diamond-shaped spar in his hand, Patch shook his head and said to himself, "A low-grade fire elemental spar, and it is also mixed with a lot of impurities. ”

"It's just that you can use it a little bit, but it's not useless."

Throwing the fiery red elemental hedron onto the table, Patch pulled back the chair behind him and slowly walked towards an open space in the middle of the library......