After asking the first question, Mogan reluctantly left the table.

Taking advantage of this moment, he made a pot of tea with dried flower petals and herbs, and finally fulfilled the "promise" he gave at the beginning.

When the blending was complete, Mogan dropped one of the teacups and placed it on the bookcase.

Herbal teas are one of the specialties of Windsor, because only the unique climate here can produce almost all the required ingredients at the same time, without the need for additional remote ordering. Saving money and hassle, it couldn't be better overall.

And with the addition of a little magic assistance, some of the tools simulate the machines used in the previous life, and Mogan also improved the efficiency as much as possible on the original basis, but after all, the profession does not match, and the improvement of drawing cats and tigers from memory is very limited. He cultivated this skill only to better gain and recruit collaborators, but after all, time, magic, and money are all at the cost, so it is natural to save the best.

Now he had time to do this, only because Lucifer Lestus, who had been given the task, was unusually careful and cautious about the matter, and took a piece of paper and a quill, and took the place where Mogan usually worked, and began to write the case.

The sound of the tip of the pen brushing the paper was frustrated, and as soon as Mogan's eyes swept over the front side, he realized that the page had been turned to the back—this side was already full, and the diligent king had left his handwriting on the second side.

Putting the teacup on the table, Mogan, who was holding another cup of tea, took a sip of his work and was shocked for the time being.

His own reaction speed in his previous life was at the peak, and he did not have this level of concentration and thinking speed when he took the college entrance examination, so it seems that the rumored extreme talent of King Lestus may not be exaggerated, it is all ironclad facts.

It's just that Mogan also has some slight doubts.

If there was no need to think about it at all, why didn't this genius wizard just use magic to engrave the words directly on the paper?

"This spell is actually very simple, it is a hybrid transformation of reduction, condensation, and refining."

At this moment, Lucifer finished the work and was satisfied to pick it up and show it to Mogan.

"Start with the first half of the Reduction spell, the exact length varies, just stop chanting for a split second before the magic is completely withdrawn, and then use Condensation to form something like this - I call it a 'restorer'."

The material was a corner that Lucifer had randomly torn from the paper that had been written all over it, and the product was a verdant blade of grass, the surface of which was so tender that it seemed to be stained with early morning dew, and it was not at all obvious that it was the product of a change in magic.

After he picked up the leaf and chanted briefly, the abrupt halt of half a syllable made the outline of the leaf blur a lot.

The outer circle of light gathered together, it was Lucifer's deliberately manifested magic, and it was also the force that suppressed the restoration process.

"The scope of use of coagulation depends on the nature of the object itself...... By the way, there's also the degree of attachment to magic. In order to ensure that the original caster's magic does not deteriorate due to the original set expiration time, there are very few remaining parts of the condensation process: too much is easy to convert the reserved part for tracking, and too little will also cause the rest of the magic to be lost, this step needs to be done carefully. ”

At the end of the sentence, Lucifer lowered his eyes and began to read the next incantation.

Under his control, the outline of the blade instantly froze, as if it had changed from a natural object to a solid specimen.

"Maintain the magic delivered by the Condensation Technique, and the magic in the 'Restoration Body' can be re-extracted by the Refining Technique at any time - you should also know that the way normal magical shapeshifters disappear is to dissipate in all directions and become part of natural magic again."

“…… However, if it is a small part of the magic, the dependent entity is completely imprisoned, and can only be kept in its original state after it has been refined. ”

Then he was naturally attracted by the same kind of magical aura of the releaser, and pointed out a definite direction.

After listening to the second half of the reply, Lucifer also nodded.

Taking the initiative to pick up the conversation, thinking of the basket of fake gold coins he had converted before, the rumors that they had inexplicably disappeared in the bazaar, and the solid residue in Lucifer's hand that had collapsed in the wind and even ran towards him when he found his door, the corners of Mogan's mouth twitched.

"That's why you found me?" Mogan repeated his first question.

This is nonsense, and he knows it.

Mogan just preferred the feeling that he was in control of everything, and because of this, the possibility of getting out of control without realizing it made him uncomfortable. But the result is even more "counterintuitive" than imagined, just not so perverted.

As we all know, everyone's magic is different, but it is only a part of the world's magic, and in basic magic theory classes, the essence of magic is called the world power "borrowed" by wizards and mages of various races. Upon leaving the attached dead or living thing, the magic itself will soon return to its original natural order, and will dissipate in the blink of an eye.

This is also the reason why Mogan thinks that his small movements will not be discovered, because common sense is so.

But the existence that specializes in breaking the common sense of the wizarding world is right in front of his eyes, whether it is the legendary king or the reality of the day.

Does he need to be more careful when he creates chaos in the future, guarding against characters whose magic is too bizarre? In order to ensure safety and caution, he might as well stay in a bomb shelter for the rest of his life.

"This is a practice that I figured out on my own, which is basically a combination of principles and calculations, but there are also many limitations."

Lucifer became quite talkative when he talked about magic, and his deliberately suppressed eyebrows naturally stretched, perhaps just very interested in this aspect, and when he talked about it, he wanted to explain his own spells as clearly as possible.

"This spell is not mature, and can only be judged by temporary calculations. Interference from outside magic, loss of control of one's own magic, and being too far away or too close can all lead to miscalculations. There aren't many active mages in this part of the Kingdom of Cole, otherwise I'd have had a hard time finding the right direction. Are you going to learn? You can try it now. ”

Mogan, who had been persuaded to learn before he could finish his question, was speechless, looking at the whole piece of paper that had been handed to him, pinching the side that was not missing a single edge, and also looking at the leaf that Lucifer had turned into a sculpture in his hand.

"You don't have to...... Thank you for your kindness. ”

Lucifer seemed a little disappointed, but realized that he was out of shape, so he put the leaf aside and hurriedly turned his face away.

"The second question, you can ask it."

This scene reminded Mogan of himself who was triggered by the "thief" in the bazaar.

Lucifer also didn't want to be seen on a different side of himself. They all avoided some instinctive, irrepressible situation, and Mogan probably knew his reasons, but he didn't know what the king was up to.

Being a good teacher or loving magic does not seem to be a reason for a person to reject his instincts. After all, the previous image of King Lestus was all based on "tyrants", and now only powerful and good at magic fit this stereotype.

Good face? Got a baggage?

It's all appropriate, but it's not quite like that.

"The second question concerns the defenses I have set up around the perimeter. As you can see, the potions I have refined here are for precaution and preparation, to guard against thieves or robbers who have a grudge. Like the cold branch grass here, it is based on licorice liquid, and the potion refined with them can reasonably amplify any wind and grass, and the entry of creatures outside the influence of bloodline magic will cause a shock of mana. ”

Lucifer nodded, acquiescing to this knowledge point.

And Mogan scooped out a small half spoon from the crucible next to him, and with a flick of his palm, he injected the power that needed to be activated.

When he brushed his fingertips over the surface of the blue liquid, the ripples immediately rippled and spread, and the flow continued. This time, he didn't apply additional blood magic to increase his affinity, which meant that the potion he refined this time would react to Mogan.

But when Mogan placed the little half spoon in front of Lucifer, the water remained absolutely calm. The idiosyncratic potions spoon was able to block out the aura of Mogan himself, but the surface of the water was not affected in the slightest, except for a slight shock caused by the initial movement.

"But they didn't react to your presence at all, didn't give me a message, and didn't clear the fluctuating anomalies caused by the damage. I can believe that you have no ill intentions, Lord Lestus, but I am a 'beginner' in magic—and after ruling out the faint possibility of our kinship, this is the second conundrum I want to get the answer to. ”

Lucifer Lestus looked down at the flat water, and his eyes suddenly looked a little complicated.

"Actually, there are many solutions to this type of potion......"

Next, Mogan felt a sense of powerlessness due to lack of knowledge.

The wizard who is regarded as a genius by the entire magic continent is worthy of his name, from magic items to magic potions, from fusion spells to special minerals, all the relevant types of methods in the magic field are listed by him, and even the principles and methods are clearly explained.

The categories that can be "solved" range from the juvenile Coldwig Grass to the extremely expensive "overlord" of the Coldbranch Grass, and the super-grade Coldwig Grass is defeated one by one in his narrative, and it seems that it is no different from a crumbling, fragile and lovely ordinary grass on the side of the road.

In the end, Lucifer also gave a relatively prosaic conclusion.

"Coldwood is a very special plant, very sensitive to the outside environment, and its ability to absorb magical power also gives it the potential to evolve and even live long. It is true that the year and the environment in which it grows will trigger its sensitivity, but as long as the source of fluctuations is extinguished, the traces of life can be concealed by adduction, which can make it ineffective, and there is no limit to completely suppressing fluctuations. ”

Mogan was somewhat speechless, and even ignored for a moment the problem of being actively avoided in the past.

"All magic has a way to be restrained. There is no absolute defense, and there is no absolute attack. Lucifer sighed slightly, not knowing what came to mind, "If you don't have any other questions about this, you can just ask me a third question." ”

For no other reason, Lucifer was no longer in a hurry to solve the problem at hand, and finally lowered his head and raised his hand to take a sip of herbal tea.

Although the temperature is a little cold, for a powerful and delicate aristocratic wizard, just reciting a spell and urging the omnipresent magic power can make the tea instantly warm, and at the same time, it is just right, without destroying the original condiment. After being heated, the sea breeze gives the dried material a unique flavor that blends into the floral fragrance.

"The specialty of the Kohl Kingdom comes from the 'Miracle Flower Sea' bred at the junction of mountains and seas, which is a gift from heaven and the crystallization of human wisdom. I've read more or less in books – it's not much different from the terroir of a hundred years ago, and the scenery lives up to its name. ”

The king turned his head slightly, only to find that Mogan, who should have listened to himself and asked the third question, was gone.

At this time, Mogan stepped aside, opened the storage room, and rummaged through the clutter for a moment.

As for the third question...... Your Majesty, this should be something you have never seen before. ”

Lucifer blinked, and saw a Mogan holding a cube-shaped piece of iron in his hand, and the surface seemed to be evenly spaced with horizontal and vertical grooves, showing nine uniform squares.

The six sides of the iron block are uniformly colored, and on the surface of the cube facing Lucifer, it may be a wonderful coincidence that it is the same pattern on the territorial coat of arms of the highlands of the Mirnik plateau.

In fact, Mogan was also a little helpless.

When His Majesty was touching the scene just now, he suddenly remembered the time problem, took the opportunity to observe the moonlight outside the window, and found that the time for the two explanations had been delayed longer than he had originally expected. After a while, because of this sudden but important change, I am afraid that I will be busy in vain these days.

But this is not a real reason to easily tell others, especially those who have the ability to "rob" him.

Although Mogan's intellect did not think that the king had the motive to do so as if he were a robber, there was always a raging black dragon inhabiting his own heart, roaring all day long, trying to isolate and eliminate all factors that might affect his plans, and unreasonably holding in his bosom all the beautiful gold coins that could be seen, and even reason could not stop such a genuine desire.

- This may be a sentiment that ordinary people call "greed", but Mogan is comfortable with this often criticized personality.

After all, the jingle of gold coins falling into his pocket was his favorite melody in his life, and there was no one.

What Mogan has in his hand is what was called the "Rubik's Cube" in his previous life, but all the materials and workmanship come from the current Magic Continent. It is the finished product that he made when he learned pyrotechnic technology in his childhood, and it can be regarded as an occasional nostalgia.

In addition to the fact that the texture is not plastic, and the overall size and weight are different from the normal Rubik's Cube, it is not the six different colors that distinguish the six surfaces, but the logos of the six landmark territories on the Magic Continent, which happen to be involved on each side.

In addition to catering to the style of the times, adding this distinction can actually be regarded as one of Mogan's ways to coax his parents.

He just wanted to do business normally, and he didn't pretend to be an inventor's hobby, so he naturally didn't attribute the "creation" of such a thing to himself, but only said that this gadget was an ancient design he occasionally saw when he went to the royal library to study, and he thought it must be very interesting to make it as a toy, and the process didn't seem too troublesome, so he took the opportunity to practice and made it from memory.

In fact, there really isn't anything wrong with "following memory".

Perhaps it was because he was too tired to think about it several times before learning in his previous life, but he actually relied on his sporadic memory and sufficient time to play freely, and restored the general structure quite perfectly in the production, and because of the help of the royal craftsmen, he improved the parts that are conducive to rotational lubrication, so that the use of the hand is quite good.

It's just that compared to the more straightforward color differences, the version that is composed of patterns and needs to be combined like a puzzle is still slightly more difficult.

Of course, having a formula is another matter. But there is no doubt that Lord Lestus, who had seen such a thing for the first time, did not know that such a formula existed, and Mogan could delay it for a time on this ground.

Even His Majesty himself provided a very convenient stubble to pick up, and I am sorry for this opportunity if I don't take it out.

Mogan took the iron imitation in his hand, turned it up and down, and slowly spoke to the unknown king.

"With the wisdom of His Excellency Lestus, I think that the question given below should be as easy as it should be."