Archmage Bren is expected to spend nine days in Crescent Town.

As a result, there was an accident.

The reason is that Lawson delayed the construction period.

The customized microscope is correct, and it will be fine in three days.

The custom painting "Flying Dancer" has been delayed.

Every time Bren urged, the answer was the same.

"Master, it's not that I don't want to paint you on time, but when I start writing, I always feel a little bit of a feeling, so you just wait~~"

Bren wasn't in a hurry, and was even a little comfortable.

After getting the custom microscope, he directly started his research in Crescent Town.

Not only did he study on his own, but he also often found the alchemist Vivian to exchange knowledge, and obtained a lot of new knowledge about life from her.

This stay lasted for more than half a month.

After half a month, I also listened to a lot of stories about Rosen, and I thought this young man was very good.

Before it was fully gaining momentum, it would give it a hand, and the harvest would definitely be far more than the 100,000 kroner that Seraf had promised.

Maybe his family will have to rely on it to shelter from the wind and rain in the future.

Half a month later, at one o'clock in the afternoon, Bren, who was collecting leaf specimens in the suburbs, was finally notified by his attendants.

"Master, your painting is ready, and the lord asked me to inform you to pick it up."

Bren had just collected a well-shaped leaf, and when he shook his hand, the leaf tore a small hole and went useless.

He didn't feel sorry either, and immediately got into the carriage and turned around and hurried to the lord's castle.

Although he was not interested in beautiful women, he was also very curious, and wanted to see what kind of fairy it was, so that it took Rosen, a master of oil painting known for his efficiency, more than half a month to paint.

Soon arrived at the castle of the city lord, and under the guidance of the attendants, he came to the studio on the third floor of the castle.

The studio is spacious and bright, with a drawing board in the center of the painting, covered with a white silk cloth.

Lawson sat by the large glass window, with one hand in his trouser pocket and a cup of fragrant tea in the other, full of leisure.

Bren pointed to the drawing board and asked, "Is that painting?"

"Hmm."

"Can I watch it now?"

"Feel free, please."

Bren stepped forward and raised his hand to slowly remove the white silk cloth that covered the painting.

When the white silk cloth is slowly lifted, the contents of the canvas are revealed little by little, and through some of the details revealed on the drawing board, Bren has a wonderful feeling in his heart.

It was as if what was in front of him was not a painting, but a world, a real world sealed on the drawing board by the master's superb painting skills.

There was a strong anticipation in his heart, but his hand to lift the canvas became slower and slower, as if he was afraid of frightening the beauty in the painting.

Gradually, he saw the beauty's left hand first.

At a glance, Bren's breathing was slightly confused, and a feeling arose in his heart: "I'm afraid that only a peerless beauty is worthy of such a beautiful hand."

If you can hold this hand in the palm of your hand, I am afraid it will be no different from holding the hand of salvation stretched out in the kingdom of God.

Then I saw the woman's waist and hips.

A few curves seemed to hide the greatest mystery of life, and they also hooked Bren's heart like a hook, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't escape.

He felt that this curve was probably synonymous with "perfect".

Finally, he completely lifted the canvas and saw the whole picture of "The Flying Dancer".

With just one glance, Bren's eyes met the dancing girl's.

Through these eyes, it seems to see the depths of the girl's soul, the sorrow in her heart, her shyness, and her desire for a better life.

Bren, the archmage who was not very obsessed with beauty, was also fascinated by it, and he couldn't help but think in his heart.

"Is it the golden-feathered warbler who accidentally fell into the sludge?"

He felt that if he met such a dreamy elf-like dancer, he would definitely go bankrupt and help her get rid of her misery

Bondage.

So, the old fifth-level archmage was stunned in front of the drawing board for a quarter of an hour, and then gradually came back to his senses.

He raised his hand and rubbed his face vigorously, and then he came to his senses completely.

"Master Lawson, your drawing skills are so brilliant that they have captivated my mind and plunged me into a reverie that seems to be real and illusory."

He can't control it even as an archmage, if he were an ordinary person, I'm afraid he would be obsessed with it.

Lawson was also a little proud.

In order to complete the localization of the Flying Dancer, but without destroying the charm of the original, he changed and changed, changed and changed, and changed until he was uninspired, so he delved into spells, and went to various laboratories to do experiments to change his brain.

Even so, it took more than half a month to get the work that satisfied him.

Seriously, after coming to the other world, Rosen has never spent such a huge amount of effort on a woman, even his wife Thrandis, who is a step behind.

Fortunately, he changed it, and every detail was flawless, and nothing could be changed.

He smiled and said, "I heard Master Sophia say that you are going to dedicate this painting to Your Majesty, so I dare not be careless in the slightest, so I am very sorry for the delay."

Bren shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no~ everything is worth it."

His eyes still stayed on the drawing board, and he wanted to reach out and touch it, but he stretched it out and then retracted it, for fear of making the painting smudge.

"Actually, I changed my mind. I admire this painting myself. I will prepare a separate gift for Your Majesty."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Rosen, "Check out, Master Rosen."

Lawson shook his head: "I don't need money, it's my gift."

Seeing that Bren was stunned, Rosen explained carefully.

"I heard from my wife about your past with Master Sophia."

"Although it has not been publicly announced, in my heart, Master Sophia is my magic teacher."

"You are the master's younger brother, you have a deep friendship, you have given my wife priceless treasures, and you have helped me a lot in business, and I, as a small lord, can only do my best to repay these little things."

These words are sincere and natural.

Bren was very moved, but insisted on giving money.

"That's not going to work. Just because you are a junior or a senior sister's magic heir, I can't take advantage of you."

"I've prepared 100 gold coins this time, and I don't know if it's enough, so I'll give it all to you."

Seeing his firm expression, Rosen no longer refused, and immediately changed to another way of reciprocating.

"Master, I heard that you have been focusing on studying the plants and trees of the world, and even traveled in the Golden Land for this purpose, and even left the Golden Land for the wilderness."

"And I got a little spell by chance that I could use to catalyze the seeds to germinate and grow quickly. It may help you conduct your research better."

This spell came from the Moon Elf Anvinia, and it was a mid-level natural spell called "Vitality".

It can be catalyzed with mana, which directly shortens the growth period of plants by more than half.

Rosen himself was very interested in this spell, because if this spell was used well, the crops in the field could be double, three, or even four crops a year.

Of course, the effects of the Vitality Surgery are a bit erratic.

After preliminary research, a qualitative law is that the more fertile and moist the land, the more sunlight there is, and the stronger the effect.

As soon as Rosen looked at this variable, he knew how to improve it.

Bren was also a well-informed man, and when he heard what Rosen said, his face showed extreme excitement.

"You're not talking about the Moon Elves' Vitality Technique, are you?"

"The master will too?"

Bren shook his head, "Those Moon Elves are stubborn and conservative, and they never pass on spells, so I've only heard of them. Where did you get it?"

"I have a half-elf apprentice, left to her by her elven father. After apprenticeship, he gave it to me."

With that, Lawson handed the prepared spell book to Bren, "Early morning

Prepared for you."

Bren glanced at it a few times, and his eyes lit up.

"Good spells, better spells than good spells. This gift of yours is too big, and if you use it well, it can save a lot of people."

"No, I can't take advantage of you for nothing. Wait a minute, I'll write you a spell book."

As he spoke, he took out the pen and paper he had with him, quickly wrote more than 20 pages, and then handed it to Rosen, but there was a trace of shame on his face.

"This spell is incomplete, or rather, a half-finished product."

"But it's not a spell failure, it's my failure, it's my lack of ability, and I've been studying it for many, many years, but I've never been able to turn it into a complete logic spell."

Lawson took the spell book, glanced at it, and saw that the title read "Turning Fiction into Reality".

Bren's voice kept coming to his ears.

"I came up with this idea when I was younger, and it was the driving force behind my research on plants and trees for many years."

"When I was studying plants and trees, I found that plants and trees must have light to grow, and plants and trees in the dark cannot grow at all. Obviously, there is a power in the light that helps plants and trees grow."

"When I was doing experiments, I found that a seed planted in a flower tray was watered precisely and quantitatively, and even all the plants and trees were wrapped in glass to prevent the water vapor from flying away."

"In the end, the total weight of the flower tray and the plant is weighed, but it is always too large."

"I thought, something must have gotten into the plant."

"But light is nothing, and your gravitational spell makes it clear that light has no mass. But when the light of nothingness shines on the grass and trees, how can the plants and trees become heavier?"

"In the grass and trees, is there a ability to turn the virtual into reality?"

"It's a pity that after years of research, I have never been able to find the answer, probably because I have no talent."

Lawson listened carefully, and when the other party finished speaking, he said softly, "Master, have you considered another possibility?"

Seeing that the other person was staring at him, Rosen said, "Have you ever thought that something in the air flow may have entered the plant with the help of light, not that light has entered the plant?"

Bren shook violently, and lightly swiped his hand in the air in front of him a few times, feeling the air flow across his fingertips, and suddenly he felt a sense of collapse.

"yes~ Why didn't I think of this all along?"

"Why have I been ignoring the wind?"

"Oh~ I'm so stupid, such a low-level mistake, I made it for a lifetime!"

He covered his head and looked devastated.

Rosen hurriedly comforted: "Master, no matter what, your thoughts are very enlightening. Your Spell ....... Huh~~Wait~~"

He had just glanced at the spell book in his hand, but when he looked at it, he found that Bren had stumbled into a very strange way.

He looked at it immediately, and when he had finished cursory, he let out a long breath.

"Master, this spell of yours is indeed very difficult, if it is really developed, it may be impossible to turn the void into reality, but it may turn light into mana."

As we all know, mana can easily simulate everything. But all things are turned into mana, and there is only one way to meditate at present.

Archmage Bren, on the other hand, has inadvertently explored a new and wonderful direction, and has already successfully taken a small step.

It's as if someone accidentally inserted a magnet into a metal coil and discovered that an electric current appeared in the coil.

A seemingly insignificant phenomenon may hide a great power to change the world.

Therefore, Rosen saw at a glance that the path that Bren had embarked on in the wilderness of knowledge had a promising future!

Brun has been ridiculed as a farmer archmage for many years, and when he was recognized by his juniors, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Really? So what to do?"

Rosen shook his head, "I don't know enough about light, but I vaguely feel that this path is feasible."

"I can also feel that this is not something that can be done in a day or two, and I will dig deeper, if you don't bother to do it,

I will also write to you often for advice."

Without hesitation, Bren said, "Write! I write it by all means! Write to me as soon as you have a new idea!"

Rosen nodded, then lowered his head and continued to read the spell book "Turning Fiction into Reality", the more he read, the more fascinated he became, and he couldn't help but praise it.

"It's a wonderful idea to use not only pure mana, but also special materials, and even plants and trees to support spellcasting."

Bren was praised for being numb and crispy in his heart, and he was so cool that he couldn't do it.

Looking at Rosen again, he found that he was completely immersed in his spell book, and his whole body was motionless, like a sculpture.

He couldn't help but secretly sigh: "It's easy to enter such a state of concentration, no wonder you have such achievements at such a young age."

He immediately made up his mind.

"I'll go back to the imperial capital and find my brother-in-law to do activities."

Seeing that Lawson's soul was about to fall out of the spell book, he didn't bother, and left with the painting.

When Rosen came back to his senses again, it was already dusk, and the voice of the maid came from outside the door: "Master, Madame said that dinner is ready."

Rosen replied, "Okay, I'll come."

Turning his head to look around, he didn't see the figure of Archmage Bren: "Where is the master?"

"The Master has been gone for a long time."

Lawson slapped his forehead, "Oh, that's rude."

But Master Bren is an unruly man at first glance, and he should not be blamed.

He looked down at the spell book again, and felt a feeling in his heart.

"If actinic mana can really be successfully developed, I'm afraid the world will have to change."

Light energy is externalized into power, and the mana is greatly depreciated at once.

And with cheap mana, you can do many, many incredible things.

This thing is much better than the earth's electricity, much better.

With this method, the Golden Land can break away from the low-level mage manpower and enter the era of mana automation.

His big floating city really has a flying mana engine!

In short, the spell book given by Bren opened up a new world in front of Rosen's eyes.

If you get it right, it's enough to build a modern magic civilization that is far beyond Earth.