In the blacksmith shop next door to the Purgatory Tavern, dim candles flickered, and Goblin Miki lay on the ground concentrating on drawing an alchemy circle, beads of sweat the size of beans dripping down the bridge of his nose to the ground. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, a puff of black smoke rose from inside the room. Miki lifted his blackened head and coughed violently.

"Can you do it?" said Morgritte, frowning. In the morning, Mowglitte found Miki, who was with the crows, and asked him to help make an alchemy circle, he wanted to make a night-lit gadget, something similar to the hourglass of time, but it was not ordinary sand, it contained sand ground from magic crystals.

In the Western Ghats, there is an ancient traditional technique of grinding lightning crystals, wood crystals, and fire crystals in a certain proportion, and the mixed magic crystal sand can emit light through a simple alchemy circle, which is cold and does not produce light by burning. This light source is the safest for the Grey Dwarves who have been mining in the Underworld for many years, as it prevents gas explosions.

"It's not hard to do, but the lines are so thin that you can't see it here. Miki raised his head aggrievedly, staring at a small place in the dim light to draw an alchemy circle, making his eyes dry and astringent.

"If you can't see clearly, you can light a few more candles, and you won't lack those few dollars!" said Morgritte proudly.

"It's useless, I want to see such a thin line clearly, except for lighting, no matter how many candles I light it, it's not bright enough. Only magic can illuminate such a small alchemy circle. ”

"Isn't it illumination, you wait, I'll find someone right away. "Morwritte hurried out of the Purgatory Tavern and ran to White Rock Alley, where Nicholas lived, which was usually five minutes away, but today it was three minutes.

A loud knock echoed through the dimly lit streets, and not far away came the whimper of a wild dog, "It's not back yet, this thing will die on the dancer's belly sooner or later!" Morwritte sneered back to his workbench in the Purgatory Tavern.

"Is there no other way than illumination?" asked Morgridt, wryly.

Goblin Miki thought for a moment and shook his head before he said, "This formation you want is just a simple annihilation formation, if you draw this formation in the midday sun, it will not be difficult at all." However, in the eternal night, there is no way to draw it by the light of the candle. I really can't see clearly. ”

"Why don't you make an illumination alchemy item first?" Morgaret rolled his eyes, and his eyes lit up, and he immediately clapped his hands.

"Why do you want to make this thing?" Miki fell into a state of stupor, an alchemical item that he had never heard of before was not as simple as clapping his hands.

"To illuminate it!" Morgriten seemed to smell the delicious smell of the Ghost Wind Bunny. After the eternal night, the Tempest Bunny will gradually transform into the Spectre Bunny, and the Sands of Time are the perfect bait for the Spectre Bunny.

Illumination is an extremely simple spell with a very simple principle of casting. Spiritual power causes a vibration of magical power, which is released through vibration. Goblin golems will also have some alchemy circles inside them, but no one will separate them for lighting. As a goblin, lighting is a matter of a candle or a torch, and making an alchemical item for the sake of lighting is not worth the cost.

"Really, this thing has no other use than illumination. It's a waste to make!" Miki said.

"Hurry, hurry up. "Mowglitte took out a flawless crystal from his bosom, and everyone in the adventurer squad was given a flawless crystal, Miki's crystal was eaten by a crow, and Nicholas's crystal had sprouted into four perfect crystals. The remaining two or two were in Blaney's hand, and one in the hand of the gray dwarf.

Soon a new alchemical item was ready. The thing was made in the shape of a horse lantern, and after the goblin put the perfect magic crystal given by Mowglitte into a groove, an illumination technique was activated. The workbench became so bright that you could see the hair that had fallen on the floor.

"Alright, I can see it clearly. Miki said happily.

Soon the Sands of Time Circle of Annihilation was drawn, Miki made an hourglass out of transparent glass, and then solidified the Annihilation Circle at the bottom of the hourglass, and his work was completed. The rest is left to Morgritte.

"Very good, thank you for your help. Morgridle pushed the goblin out of the crafting table and closed the door with his hand. The mixing of the three magic crystals is a secret, and the gray dwarves don't want the goblins to know about it. And he'd tried, three different magic crystals could be mixed to create many, many different colors, but only one pink glow had the effect of luring the ghost wind bunny.

Soon the hourglass was filled with the sands of time formed by the mixture of three magic crystals by Mowglitte. Then, after he ripped off the flawless magic crystal from the lantern-shaped alchemy item, the entire workbench fell into darkness again. Then he turned the hourglass of the sands of time upside down. The colored sands of time fell through the thin hourglass onto the circle of annihilation, glowing pink. The corners of Morgridt's mouth curled up slightly, he had been waiting for this day for a year, and he couldn't wait.

Morkriet grabbed the tools for setting traps from the Purgatory Tavern and hurried out of Whitestone.

In the afternoon of this day, there were not many customers in the Purgatory Tavern, and the strange Mowglitte quickly attracted the attention of the orcs and goblins in Purgatory.

"Sister Angela, you said that Morgaret has not been striking iron in the past few days, what are you mysteriously tinkering with in it?" The ten potatoes that the orcs ordered today have been cut, and Kate, who is determined to be a good cook, never leaves the knife in her hand every day, and takes a potato out to practice her knife skills when she has time.

"It seems that yes, there is no sound of iron striking next door these days, I heard that the ore has been beaten, and there will be no work until the next batch of ore is shipped. Angela said absentmindedly.

"Say," said the orc, "will Morgaret go to the women in the tents? Morgriet didn't have any money before, but recently the lord has paid a lot of gold moore in advance."

"Probably not!" said Angela, the elf, squirming.

"Yes, there is such a beautiful slave girl around me who has not moved, how can I think of going to the Roma, but I have heard that those shameless dancers are very active. It's hard to keep Morgaret unmoved. Kate put on a wide gray cloak, "Sister Angela, let's go over and take a look, Morgaret is a nobleman in Whitestone Town in his heart, how can a nobleman do such a thing, you, as his slave, should stop him from making mistakes." ”