Bright moonlight shrouded the land. It was a quiet evening, with only the sound of the murmuring of the stream and the crackling of the campfire not far away.

Alendor had fallen asleep, but Ryan, who was in the same tent with him, was always tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, he didn't want to do this anymore, so he put on his own magician's robe and slowly walked out of the tent.

Although it was already spring, the bitter cold of winter had not faded, and as soon as Ryan came out of the tent, he suddenly felt a chill, he tucked his clothes, and looked up, only to see Daphne sitting by the campfire and keeping vigil.

Daphne also heard the sound of Ryan lifting the tent, turned her head to look, and saw that it was the magician, and immediately turned her head back again, and continued to play with the dagger in her hand, pretending not to see Ryan.

Ryan shrugged his shoulders. Everyone walked together for three days, and the luggage and equipment were carried by Burry and the others in turn, and they were also responsible for hunting food and keeping vigil every day when they rested. Ryan once offered to share the burden, but Burry smiled and refused, while Daphne muttered behind his back, "Just your thin body?"

But other than this, Daphne never said anything to Ryan, compared to Daphne's unfriendly behavior when the two first met, it was indeed very good. Since Daphne didn't provoke, and Burry didn't need to do anything by himself, Ryan was happy to be pure, and took out the book about the making of the magic circle that Victor gave him every day when he was resting. Ryan wanted to study hard a long time ago, but unfortunately he didn't have time during the competitive competition, and now he rarely has free time, so he just needs to study it.

Now seeing that Daphne ignored him as always, Ryan didn't pay attention to it, he walked a few steps to the opposite side of Daphne and sat down through the campfire. Ryan took out the book that Victor had given him, opened it slowly, and then flipped to the place he had seen last time, and continued to read it.

Prior to this, the experience given to him by Flajimi, the president of the Magic Guild of Elfa City, Ryan had read it completely, and he also tried to make some magic arrays, but they were all very simple and basically had no effect. Later, after getting Victor's guidance, Ryan realized that the production of this magic array turned out to be very mysterious: the works originally designed and completed by Ryan himself usually hoped to achieve a very good effect, but because Ryan's own production level was not good, the magic produced either did not use, or the magic array symbol could not achieve the expected effect, affecting the use.

Victor tells Ryan that he wants him to give up on the goals that are too difficult and start with the magic he is best at, such as making the scroll of the "Magic Missile". Magic Missile is a magic that Ryan is very good at, and it will be very easy to make this kind of magic that he is extremely familiar with into a scroll, and it will also be convenient for Ryan to accumulate experience.

Ryan watched the production of the magic scroll by the campfire for a while, he had read it several times, and he had thought about the whole process many times in his mind, but he never dared to try it. But tonight Ryan decided to give it a try, on the one hand, the experience of making magic arrays is always stuck in books, and there is no actual operation that can not really improve his ability, and secondly, Victor gave himself a lot of raw materials anyway, even if Lang costs a little, it doesn't matter.

As soon as he thought of it, Ryan quickly took out the materials that Victor had given him from his storage pocket, and placed them beside him one by one, and then Ryan took out a flat plank and placed a blank scroll on the board.

After doing this, Ryan opened the book that Victor gave him, and slowly compared the descriptions on the book, one by one, to understand the names and approximate uses of those materials, and soon Ryan found that he didn't need these things at all, because to make a simple magic scroll, you only need to use special ink, and you can't use these things like Mithril powder, Adamantite powder, and magic essence.

Ryan pocketed all of them, leaving behind something called Night Ink, a carefully configured black magic ink for writing magic scrolls. Ryan took out a quill that was said to be made from the tail feathers of a pheasant mountain eagle, dipped it in a little ink, and began to write slowly on the blank scroll.

At first, Ryan was very nervous, and he carefully put pen to paper, lest he draw the wrong magic symbols, but as he painted, Ryan gradually forgot about other things and devoted himself to making scrolls.

I don't know how long it took, but Ryan finally finished the scroll, he put down the quill and let out a long breath, very happy in his heart. Ryan took a closer look at his work by the light of the fire, although this scroll was not well painted in many places, but it was indeed a complete magic scroll, as long as it was torn apart, it could trigger the magic array stored on the scroll and release a magic missile.

Ryan once heard Victor say that making a magic scroll is almost equivalent to consuming twice the magic power normally released, and the power that the scroll can achieve is only about half of the normal release, and at most it will reach seventy percent of the normal level, but after the scroll is made, even people who can't use magic can release it, because the magic power needed to release the magic is stored in the scroll. A well-prepared magician can burst out with strength beyond his own level with all his might, and the fundamental reason is these pre-prepared magic scrolls.

Ryan didn't feel the decay of his magic power, after all, he could release hundreds of magic missiles at a time, and the amount of magic power consumed now was simply insignificant. So Ryan took out another blank scroll and began to bury his head again.

After a long time, Ryan put down the pheasant tail quill, stretched his arms high, and then stood up and moved his body, after all, he had been sitting for a long time. Although he was a little tired, Ryan's heart was really happy, this was a kind of harvest joy, just now, he made five magic scrolls in a row, and the magic array on it was more detailed than the other, and he could see his progress.

Ryan looked up at the night sky and said silently, "Fani, you see that I can complete the production of the magic scroll independently." At this moment, Ryan suddenly missed the scene when he looked at the night sky with Faras, "It would be nice if Faras was by his side." Ryan thought with regret.