Magic is exquisite, intricate, and interlocking, leaving no room for error, and it is not easy to master the craft. Every little part, every line of the magic array, and every grain of alchemy material powder needs to be carefully calculated.

Magical constructs that don't work aren't nothing, but those that run with glitches are dangerous. The mad golem that attacks its owner and the exploding lamp god are more deadly than other failed constructs.

Comparable to the danger, but excellent gains. A well-made Golem is a helper that mages can rely on, they don't get tired, they don't complain, and they're always loyal. They will block enemies at the mage's orders and use their bodies to make up for the mage's shortcomings in melee combat until death.

A qualified golem can turn into a good warrior and a terrifying monster, but only the best mages understand that building a construct according to instructions doesn't give the best results.

For the best results, you need to be art-based on rigour. The elves had long seen this, so they called their mage organization the Academy of Arts. If you can merge your thoughts with your feelings and manifest them in a magic circle with a sense of beauty, so as to achieve a harmonious effect, it is possible to make the best constructed creatures. And this can only be done by people who are magically gifted and experimental, and who have the courage to experiment with knowledge and skills.

Siegel's mind is full of ideas, and at the same time, there are countless possibilities in front of him, each of which is exciting and difficult to choose. He knew that he had to learn to do subtraction at this time, and he had to find the direction of focus. He had read the accounts of many mages who had been in similar situations, and some of them were trying to be perfect. But even the gods are not perfect, let alone mortals, some of whom are faced with only one failed experiment, and a small number of people have their self-confidence destroyed. It didn't take a long time to recover.

Ability, understanding and self-control are indispensable and must be balanced. Siegel patiently worked in the lab, making plans one by one. More than ten days passed, and the light blue body of the lamp god slowly took shape, and the core of the magic weapon in the shape of an oil lamp was finally nearly completed. Now it's time to make a choice.

"Do you want to use the technology of the Myr Core to the God of Lights?" Siegel put down his stuff for a moment, left the test bed, and went to the rest bench. The minion golem poured him contemplative tea and brought him a long oak pipe. None of the mage apprentices would be so caring, and it would be impossible for them to stay in the laboratory forever.

The Mir Core makes the Lamp God's spellcasting power extremely strong, like an inexhaustible spell staff, allowing it to better destroy enemies and protect itself. However, Siegel is not sure what effect the simplified version of Myrcanon Core will have on the god of lights, and too high elemental levels may directly turn the god of lights into a monster.

This has also happened in the past, where the power of magic is too strong. The structure that led to the spell replacing the structure of matter allowed magic to "come alive". In fact, Siegel had seen this scene with his own eyes, just as the Ghost Mist Swamp Elves were activating the elemental tides. Activated spells and elemental powers took possession of Mage McGonagall's body, causing him to lose consciousness and become a beast-like monster. If Myrcanon turns into an animate spell monster, it will be a disaster in the history of magic.

"It's better to walk slowly, it's better to experiment with something else. Siegel ate a few pieces of snack and washed it down with the help of condensing tea. Then rub your cheeks and continue to get back to work.

He was familiar with the feeling. In the past, I used to involuntarily immerse myself in it, forgetting the passage of time outside. This is also the case now, but he asks the minion golem to remind him to rest every once in a while, especially not to delay spending time with Isaac.

Now that Siegel has made up his mind, the progress is quick. When the minion golem beckoned him again, the lamp god finished making his body. All that's left is the final assembly.

The minion golem could not speak, and it held out four fingers in front of Siegel. "It's number four today?" Siegel let out a sigh of relief, scratching his head. On the fourth day of each month, he needs to deal with the affairs of the territory in the council hall and meet with the elders of various villages and towns. Adjudication of disputes over territory. Being a mage allows him to live in seclusion, but as a lord he needs to be present in front of the people often. Therefore, Janet suggested that the residents of Heim Territory be allowed to sit by while adjudicating the dispute, so that they could have a chance to contact and get to know Lord Siegel.

He needed to be fully dressed, with the shiniest armor and a long cape. He needed to carry the sword with him while the Count's ribbon hung diagonally from his chest. He needed to wear a huge ruby ring with the mark of a nine-clawed black squid, he needed to wear a crown that symbolized the archmage, he needed to be accompanied by four heavily armed Silent Knights, and he needed to have Heim lead all the people to visit him.

He was still nervous when he did it the first time, but after he got used to it, it was nothing. The lord's judgment of the law was the highest expression of his power, but it did not require him to make judgments on the spot. Siegel quickly got the hang of it, which allowed him to leave some things to Mana to do. She is both a vicarious lord and one of Siegel's most trusted people, and her abilities have gradually developed to deal with these things.

Today, however, was a little unusual, as he saw two men dressed like farmers carrying a deceased man on a stretcher to the council chamber. They were very silent, and they couldn't see the expressions on their faces because they had their heads down. Their steps were slow and coordinated, and they walked barefoot on the ground without any sound.

Manna sat right next to Siegel and shared a table, but the chair was slightly lower than the lord's. She also noticed that something was wrong and glanced at the guard next to her. Immediately soldiers armed with short spears and shields stood in front of the civilians, staring warily at the two men carrying stretchers.

"Lord Count, we are not assassins, please don't drive us down. We are adventurers in Haim who are begging for life, and it is only a matter of necessity to dress up like this, and we only ask to be able to speak about the misfortunes that have happened to our companions. The man who spoke lifted the bloodstained sackcloth and showed the body to Siegel.

The deceased had a strong body, but there was a scar that ran through his chin to his navel. His entire body was cut open, flesh rolled outward, and his internal organs were charred. If there is anything to describe this tragic picture, it is that he was blown up from the inside out by a fireball.

No wonder two people could easily lift the corpse. The onlookers let out a suppressed whisper, and some began to sobs in horror. "What a terrible wound," they said. Several villagers covered their children's eyes with their hands, but they could not leave because the door to the council hall was closed.

"My name is Atley Bell, and my father is Malthus Bell, the wheelsmith of Scaly Beach, Lord Lord, and we were attacked in your territory, just south of the Ghost Swamp, when we were looking for Glen Grass and by the way to detect rumors of kobolds in the vicinity. The man said, "A mage from the Federation has appeared and asked us to sell the grass. We didn't want to waste days of hard work, so we turned him down. Donner, who was carrying the Gran grass, was then killed by the mage with a spell, and the corpse became like this. The mage got his hands on it and vanished. ”

"What kind of spell did he cast, can you describe it?"

"We only saw strong flashes of light. ”

Siegel knew that there were two spells that could do a similar scar effect, but neither of them had a strong flash. And the mage who attacks the team in the field will leave two alive? This is not logical, unless the mage is not afraid of any subsequent pursuit.

"Who sent the flash, the mage or your companion, and how do you know it's a union mage?"

"The flash came from the mage, who was wearing the Commonwealth mage robes, just like the ones I had seen near Mir. ”

"What do you want me to do to help you catch that mage?" said Siegel, holding his chin in his hands, staring at them, "A mage who can inflict such a wound must know how to disguise, so it doesn't make sense even if you provide information about his physiognomy. Moreover, the Federation's mage robes are easy to copy, which cannot be taken as evidence. And who do you expect to investigate this case? The mages of the Federation? As the accused, they can't participate in the ......."

Siegel paused, he probably understood who was behind this. If you want to find out about this matter and give a convincing explanation to the people of the territory, you must find a mage who is not from the Federation to investigate this matter. Unless Siegel goes there himself, the only way to do it is to issue a bounty and let the adventurers do it for them.

In addition to the Federation's resident mages, there are also spellcasters in the New World. They traveled on adventures, most of them were peripheral members of the Federation, but a small number remained members of the Mage Guild. This is a good opportunity to push the Mage Guild in front of everyone, and use this corpse to declare its power in the New World - by the way, to wipe the shoe-dirt on the Federation's face.

But it is more likely that someone wants the federation to contradict the association and stick a small thorn in Siegel's heart.

"They were unable to participate in this survey. Siegel finished saying this, and then said to the two men: "Although kulan grass is scarce, because the scope of application is small, their price is not high. It's hard for me to imagine that a mage capable of teleporting and casting such a vicious spell would snatch your Glen grass. Can you explain that to me?"

"That's twenty pounds of kulan, worth more than six thousand gold coins, and it took us more than a week to collect them. "We saw a patch of glengrass growing in the distance during our previous mission, so we dared to take on this job. I just didn't expect to spend a lot of time looking for the shortcomings. ”

"Twenty pounds?" Siegel ordered the attendant, "Go and find out, who issued the task and asked for so much glam?"

The amount of twenty catties aroused Siegel's alarm. Gram grass is the main ingredient in the "Silver Elixir", and its function is to allow mages to make silver from silver. However, it also has a property that is easy to overlook, that is, it can prevent the invasion of demonic forces, including mind control and fear.

and the plague. (To be continued.) )