"Schika!" Saleen pushed the door open, and when he heard Sika's words, he couldn't help it.

Fei Lun suddenly laughed and said, "Don't worry, I don't charge money." ”

"Really?" Schika's eyes widened, and Feron saw the image of himself in those eyes, which was incomparably pure and clear.

"Really. Faeron turned and walked towards his laboratory, saying as he went, "Come on all of you." ”

Feren's voice resounded through every room, and the magicians were overjoyed. Being able to observe the Great Mage's weapon repair process with your own eyes is much more important than participating in experiments. As soon as Feren's words fell, the magicians had already run out of the room regardless of their image, and some of them didn't even wear magic robes.

The courtyard soon became empty, and Neris was left alone. She was still barefoot, her feet in the snow, without a hint of warmth. The snow fell again, falling on her face, on her arms, and no longer melting.

These humans are really boring.

On the bench, Sika's stick was placed on the test table, and it was swarthy and close to Sika's height. Recently, Sika has begun to pay attention to hygiene, and the sticks have no dark purple blood stains from the past, and they have been wiped clean.

Feren didn't speak, his gaze resting on Schika's weapon. This club was polished from the bones of ancient demonic beasts, and was harder than refined steel. However, Fei Lun could see that cracks had formed between the natural patterns on the surface of the stick, and even without using the Figaro formula, it could be roughly seen that the internal structure of the stick had begun to crumble.

This structural disintegration may take a long time to manifest itself, perhaps in the next battle. No matter how strong a weapon is, if it is not repaired for a long time, it will be the result sooner or later.

Faeron quickly checked the inner workings of the club, and had a general understanding of the weapon, so he re-applied the restraint technique, leaving the stick suspended in mid-air. Then he took out a piece of metal and placed it underneath the stick. This block of metal was one of the more than 3,000 pieces of metal that Ferren used to practice Figaro's formula.

After the first piece of metal was placed, Feren took out the second one and carefully placed it in another place.

All the mages knew that Faeron was doing it so slowly so that everyone could see it more clearly. The mages stared at Faeron's movements, lest they miss every detail.

In Salin's eyes, he saw the meaning of each of Feron's movements. These pieces of metal are piled up one by one to form a branching variation of the Figaro formula. As this formula progressed, the arrangement of the elements around the stick gradually changed. It's not magic array, it's not alchemy. This is tinkering in the purest sense, like a person who is thirsty for drinking water and hungry for food.

Such tinkering may not be as quick as the magic array, but it will not change the caste and structure of the weapon. Everything goes with the flow.

It took Fei Lun more than an hour to place more than 3,000 metal blocks. The onlookers were thoughtful, and none of them could understand the whole process, but they were able to learn some answers from a certain fragment that they had never thought of.

Salin didn't waste his energy trying to deduce the original arrangement of this formula, he wanted to learn, he could use the soul projection inside the necklace to learn, and the effect was much better than here. What he noticed was the change in the sticks of the Sika.

After Feren determined the location of the metal block, he began to take out pieces of materials and add them to this strange module.

The magicians' eyes widened, and their hearts were bleeding at the sight of the materials that Faeron had put in.

That one...... It looks like it's dragon turtle horns, right? And that calcite, I don't think I've ever heard of it. How can it be colored. What kind of monster bones is this powder? No, it's bone marrow powder, or it's golden.

Salin was also a little surprised, the materials that Feron put in were too precious, and it was not worth it at all for a warrior's weapon. These materials can be used to make more high-level magic items, and some can even be used as materials for holy weapons.

These materials do not need to be tampered with, they have been internalized into the most basic elements in the module space, from the cracks on the surface of the club into the interior, and the scars of the weapon are repaired little by little.

It turns out that weapons are also alive. Saleen suddenly understood why Schika could wield such a heavy weapon, like waving a straw. The weapon had become one with Shika, as if it were part of his body.

If it is repaired in other ways, the stick may become harder, but it is no longer one with the sika.

No matter how powerful the equipment is, it is not as good as your own hands. If you don't know the full extent of the equipment, the user will gradually become dependent on the power of the equipment, and eventually be assimilated by this power and lose themselves.

If a mage relies on an item, the end result is blinding. Because even artifacts aren't perfect, when you think the power of the equipment is right, you lose the spirit of exploration. This is the most lethal injury for a mage.

All the elements that had broken down were quickly absorbed, and then Feron did something that was unacceptable to Saleen. His finger tapped a metal block, and the entire module immediately had a chain reaction. More than 3,000 pieces of metal began to decompose themselves, clinging to the stick, as if adding a layer of armor to the stick.

There was silence in the magic laboratory, but the violent impact was felt in the hearts of each mage, as if a meteorite had fallen to the ground, bringing an invisible impact that shook everyone's soul.

The golden-colored metal blocks formed a thick layer of elements, which violently contracted into the stick, and before the elements absorbed inside the stick could be digested, they were shaken apart by the pressure and sprayed outward.

Caught between the inside and outside, the fragile stick did not collapse, but miraculously fused the two forces together, swallowing up the huge elemental power.

Boom!

The repaired stick slammed on the table, and Feron sat down tiredly, as if Saleen had used up the family crest, and he no longer had half the strength. There was surprise in his eyes.

"Sir!"

The people in the room exclaimed, only Saleen was not worried. Faeron actually learned the secret of elemental transformation because he helped Shika repair his weapon, and look, the county lord's mansion will soon have an additional magician.

Remembering that he was also distressing about those pieces of metal, Saleen felt ashamed. For magicians, those are outside the body. Fei Lun must have thought of this a long time ago, so that he could do this without distraction.

Destroying a set of precious props in exchange for the realization of the truth is something that you will do yourself. It's a pity that he can't comprehend these skills, but Faeron's actions have guided him to a path for his future advancement.

Salin looked around at the low-level mages in the magic lab, all eight mages were looking at Faeron nervously, and no one cared about the weapons that fell on the table. Salin sighed in his heart, no wonder these people would be left by Faeron and let them live in this courtyard. Although the level of these mages is only level three, and there is even one level two, their hearts are very pure.

A mage like Lynch, but he doesn't even have the qualifications to enter this courtyard.

"Lord Faeron!" Sika looked worriedly at Feren sitting in his chair, a little apologetic.

Fei Lun took a breath, smiled with relief, and said, "I'm fine, how much do you all understand?"

The eight mages were a little embarrassed, although Fei Lun was doing it very slowly, the things that could be expressed were too complicated, although everyone had gained a lot, but they knew that even one percent of Fei Lun's performance had not been absorbed.

Fei Lun saw it in his eyes and comforted: "Although the truth is far away, you have already grasped the direction. As long as you don't lose your heart, you will get closer and closer...... Schika, look at your weapons. ”

"Hmm. Shika happily picked up her stick. There is no change in the volume of this stick, but the color has changed to bronze, and the pattern on the surface has not changed.

The weapon was in hand, and Sika was immediately relieved. The stick still feels so familiar, light in your hand.

"Sika, although the texture of this weapon has changed, the caste is no different. However, in the future, even without the help of Warcraft Spirit, you will be able to exert its power. ”

"Huh?" Sika listened to Feren's words and brandished his club on the spot. The magicians dodged one after another, and they all knew that this weapon was powerful, and the low-level magic shield might not be able to block it.

"Really!" "Really!" Xika exclaimed excitedly, she was not familiar with the power inside the stick, but she could barely use it, and it felt even more powerful than the original Warcraft Battle Spirit.

Feren looked at Sika with a smile, he liked people with pure hearts, and in this regard, Salin was slightly inferior to Sika.

"Sir, Schika ......" Salin was a little embarrassed, although Faeron had helped Sika to gain a great benefit, but the materials he had given were too precious. Feren could not care about this, but he could not turn a blind eye. Isn't it time to compensate Feren for something?

But Feren's set of metal blocks can't be measured in money at all.

"Salin, let me say it's a little respect I have for your teacher. Feren smiled and looked at Salin.

Hearing Feren mention Jason, Saleen's heart warmed. In this world, there are still people who care about themselves and defend themselves. For example, teachers, such as Sika, and Faerun.

These are things that money cannot buy, nor can they be measured by any benefits.

"Salin, you don't have to worry, your teacher will be fine. The magic tower is certainly dangerous, but it can't trap a strong man like him. Although Su Fangsuo was only slightly injured, he offended your teacher, and he will definitely have trouble sleeping in the future, and it may be difficult to continue to advance. Don't worry about it, or you'll end up with him. ”

"I see, sir......"

"It's okay to understand, you all stay, don't waste this opportunity, I'll go rest. Feren said, getting up from his chair and walking back tiredly.

The eight magicians listened to Feren's reminder and suddenly woke up. All the metal modules are gone, but the elemental fluctuations on the test bench have not. Taking advantage of this opportunity to continue to experience it, no matter how much you can experience, it is an extremely valuable experience.

"Master, master!" Naris cried out in the courtyard, Salin was annoyed, people were understanding the mysteries of magic, and Neris was very rude to make such a noise. He walked quickly out of the lab and saw Neris curled up on the steps, looking at him pitifully.

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