Brewing magic sword oil is a fantastic process, and most mages who know how to make this kind of magic that can bring qualitative changes to their weapons will be surrounded by a psychedelic mist in this not-too-long process. Even though it was just a reaction of magical materials mixing together, it made the person who did it feel different every time. The feeling can be good and bad, and sometimes it can even make people drowsy.

Uma didn't like this feeling, and when he was on the West Coast, he preferred to hand over the recipe and brewing method to a local blacksmith, not only did he not have to do it himself, but he also received a certain amount of money. Gillens thinks that it is not too rusty for a skilled magician to have not done it for a long time, but this conclusion does not apply to most students in the Academy of Magic. Talents are always limited, not to mention that talents can't all be focused on boiling magic sword oil.

Putting on a troublesome hunting commission is not in a good mood, so Uma at this time is like an unstable alchemy bomb, it seems that it may explode at any time. The campfire crackled, but he didn't want to lift the lid to take a look at the sword oil. This method is simply rudimentary, and without perfect alchemy equipment, the effect of this jar of magic sword oil is destined not to be very good, even if mutation inducers are added.

Uma looked more like he was meditating, and mastery of fire was a must in alchemy, so he wasn't at all worried about whether the sword oil would overboil and turn into a sticky, black solid. But that's also a mistake that many beginners make, usually by either making a small explosion or wasting a pot or even a good piece of alchemical equipment.

The place was noisy and kept Uma from calming down. The noisy nature of the Bantu people has completely transformed this place into a West Coast bazaar, but instead of selling their wares, they are shouting loudly in Bantu language, which Uma does not understand, as if they want to release the power of their whole body through their throats. They are bold and naïve. They don't know anything about political intrigue, and perhaps that's the only thing Ummah likes about them.

The inferior pot on the campfire began to steam, and Uma opened her eyes, reached out and gently lifted the lid to take a peek inside. "Okay, one last step, damn the pot......" he fanned his hand in disgust in front of his nose, trying to drive away the pungent smell. "It's a gift from me to Maffeo, it's really good, a gift that I already know, and there is no sense of surprise at all. Uma muttered to herself, picking up the jar she had used to hold the sword oil.

The magic of a mage may be very convenient for an individual's life, after all, they can ignite a flame or condense ice crystals at the touch of a finger, or even call for lightning. Uma then used her ice magic to extinguish the flames and cool the pot. He didn't burn his hands, and then the next slightly silly scene ensued. Uma bent down to lift the pot, condensing ice cubes to seal the surface, leaving only a small gap to pour the sword oil into the jar.

He thought he would be laughed at by Milna, but luckily the trickster wasn't here now, she was in the company of a pungent concoction of magic. It didn't take Uma long to finish the errand, and finally, he sealed the mouth of the jar with a cork, and a vial of cyan viscous magic sword oil was complete. Uma tossed aside the inferior cauldron that had lost its value and said goodbye to him. Yes, goodbye, goodbye. Now, Uma just had to wait for Maffeo to get ready and Mirna to complete the magic bait.

Maffeo walked from a distance with his sword belt and the blade of the great sword in his other hand. Uma looked up at him, and the other man waved at him and spoke. "Is the magic sword oil complete?"

And then. Uma lifted the jar in her hand and threw it over.

"Great, how is Mirna doing?" he asked again.

"I guess it's just a little bit longer. Uma replied.

Maffeo nodded, hung the scabbard from the sword belt, and then retied the sword belt to his body. "Well, I'm sure the giant spider will enjoy this reception. ”

"Yes, as long as it goes to the feast as it wishes. Uma laughed.

Mirna rushed out of the room, coughing violently, her right index finger hooking on a small bag. Her sudden appearance startled the two of them, and there was no doubt that she was very uncomfortable and unhappy, and her face was gloomy like a storm on the sea that was about to sweep the west coast. "Take it, don't let me see this thing again. Mirna held out her hand and said in disgust.

Uma walked over and took the bag, "Are you okay?"

"What do you think?" Mirna looked up, looking like she wanted to roast Uma.

"Uh, I don't think it's that bad......" Uma muttered uncertainly, subconsciously taking two steps back.

"Now, get out of my sight before Mr. Jack gets impatient. If you can't make it back with that monster's head, I'm going to have a barbecue. Milna said with a gloomy face.

"Well, I promise you. Uma sighed, wrapped the bag containing the magic bait that had been made around her belt, and gestured to Maffeo. "Let's go. ”

Bankarur stood at the entrance of the village, as if waiting for their arrival. The two believed that for the rest of the day, Bankarur would be in the company of the dilapidated tent at the entrance of the village, which seemed to have existed since the birth of the snow-capped mountains. He didn't care about the details of how the two were going to deal with the monsters, he only cared about the final result. Reaching an agreement is not easy, and this is clear to both sides. Although, so far, the initiative is in his hands.

"We're going to kill that monster, and we should be able to get rid of it before dark. Maffeo said to him.

"May the wolf totem grant you courage, brave outsider!" said Bankarul heroically.

"Thank you. Maffeo nodded in gratitude.

Truth be told, Maffeo was not interested in the customs of the Bantu people. Judging from the rumors he had heard, it seemed that the Bantu people had many beliefs within them, and the wolf totem was only one of them. This made him even more determined not to learn more about Bantu culture, and the already complicated situation gave him a headache, and he was caught in this invisible whirlpool. It seems to be able to show its hideous face at any moment, and then open its bloody jaws to devour you clean.

The two walked on the road to the ice cave without saying a word, but they were not nervous, because this was not the first time they had faced an unknown monster. The only thing to worry about is not to come into contact with those monsters, after all, they are everywhere.