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The flying carpet that Stephen will make is 3.5 meters long, 2.5 meters wide, and 2 centimeters thick, which requires a large amount of rune cloth and the extremely expensive and rare Mithril in the Wizard's Tower. There are many spells related to gravity, but the easiest ones to learn are 'fictional gravity' and 'anti-gravity', the former is a four-ring spell, and the latter is a seven-ring spell. One of the core construction circles of the Floating Tower is [Anti-Gravity], but because of the high casting level required, it is basically a legendary wizard who can have his own Floating Tower. As for the more advanced floating cities, they are tens of thousands of times more expensive, and they are often not available to ordinary legendary wizards.

"Tinax. Stephen's voice rang out.

Soon, the light footsteps of the banshee servant came, Miss Tinax has now completely transformed into a high-level banshee form, her hair has turned silvery-white, her pupils are slightly red, and her body is cold and shrouded in negative energy all year round, she is slightly attached and said, "Master." What are the commands?"

Miss Tinax accepted the status of a maid very quickly, and she herself grew up under the service of the maid.

The concept of master and servant is very strong.

Stephen was drawing something with writing magic, his fingers were like precise carving knives, and he looked up and said, "How much Mithril is in the tower now?"

"That's right. ”

"This wizard's tower is complete. The main body of its construction is marble, so it will be called [Raven Tower] in the future. ”

Stephen, who willfully came up with a name, was in a happy mood.

The raven is not a bad omen for the mystical wizard, and it is often used as a symbol of wisdom and prophecy.

"Hmm. Good name. Miss Tinax complimented a little against her will, "There are currently about twenty-five grams of Mithril in the tower, does the master need me to take it?"

Miss Tinax has the key to the deepest part of the warehouse area.

At present, she is the steward of the entire wizard tower, responsible for counting the resources in the warehouse, but the production of Mithril has always been low, and in the absence of a large magic energy mining system, Stephen can only slowly accumulate little by little.

"Not so much. Just prepare 10 grams. Stephen commanded.

Miss Tinax nodded, "Okay." I'll pick it up now. ”

Most of the flying items require the use of special materials such as Mithril, Thurium, and Astral Sand, which are the key to building a floating circle, and if it is a more advanced floating ring, it needs to be used in large quantities to infiltrate it. There are currently more than thirty high-level weavers from Windy City busy near the mine, and Stephen needs to pay them 5 gold coins a day, which should be able to increase to 10 gold coins if he becomes proficient in the future. Produce about ten feet of rune cloth a day, and you will be able to make a flying magic carpet next month.

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A cold wind blew.

In the darkness, the sound of galloping horses' hooves was heard, and then more than a dozen knights rode to the front of the village.

"Who did that?" asked the burly man, who was surrounded by a crowd of knights, in an angry and hoarse voice.

A middle-aged knight who looked very strong said, "I don't know." Your Lordship. When we found it, there were no living people. ”

Corpses appeared in front of him.

None of the hundreds of people in the entire village survived, and the expressions on the faces of the corpses were filled with endless horror, and all men, women, and children were spared. This cruelty is rarely done even by the most ferocious robbers, this is his domain village, and the angry lord roars: "Whoever it is, I will make him pay!"

More than a dozen knights scattered.

They searched for clues to the killer, but unfortunately found nothing.

There was no sign of fierce resistance in the village, and there were no traces of a large group of men attacking. This is the land of the fierce Normans, who are arrogant and stubborn and convinced that a young Norman can easily defeat a Southerner soldier, and a well-trained adult Norman can fight two. Any Norman village could pull out a militia guard of dozens of men, and such a militia could easily compete with the town guards in the south. For most robbers, it would not be much easier to attack a Norman village than to loot a town and rob a large caravan.

"Wait. Get out of the way. An old man in armor suddenly spoke up.

He obviously had a very high status, pushed away the knight next to him and leaned down to twist up a wisp of black mud, there were traces of burning nearby, the old man's eyes swept like a falcon, and frowned: "I smell the breath of monsters." ”

"Sir Chico. The figure of the lord strode over and said, "Did you find anything?"

The old man nodded, and said with a solemn expression: "Terror is not done by ordinary robbers. It should be an evil monster. ”

He is a witcher.

Born into an aristocratic family, he trained as a knight and then followed wizards to be taught by witchers. These formidable warriors, tempered with arcane methods to withstand spell attacks, are scattered around the North in few numbers, and often solve supernatural events that don't need to alarm wizards.

Hearing his words, the lord's brows were visibly furrowed.

After a moment, he commanded, "Send someone to contact Your Excellency Silverhand at once." ”

"The hosts. At this time, one of the attendants suddenly reminded, "He has been missing for a long time since the council invited the silverhand to the mines. Have you forgotten what happened last week?"

The lord was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then couldn't help but fall silent.

"Damn it!" he drew his sword and slammed it against the pillar, then gasped, "Send someone to inform the other villages, tell them to be on guard, and inform the castle immediately if anything happens." ”

The mess on the other side of the mine is still fruitless.

Since the collapse in the ground, the nobles have had to stop mining, and now it seems that something unusual is happening outside.

Night falls.

Shortly after the knights left, a black crow hovered and landed on the roof.

Bang.

The crow turned into a dark-faced man in the smoke, he frowned and looked around, and said with a solemn expression, "I feel the breath of the Soul Eater...... What about the wizards stationed nearby?...... Why hasn't there been any response to my summons?......"

A glimmer of light emerges.

The man whispered to what looked like a conch, "Lord Mograini." I've reached the North. ”

"We are currently contacting the wizards stationed in search of apprentices with qualified potential. But there's one thing I think you should visit for yourself, I've felt the breath of the Eater of Souls near a ruined village, and all the wizards stationed there are no longer contactable. ”

Smoggy.

The man took out some powder and sprinkled it on his body, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a crow and rose into the air and disappeared into the night.

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