Stevenson was not yet eighteen years old and possessed red dragon blood. Being able to draw a complete Magic Pattern Construct is the most important step in a Builder's life, as long as the completion is more than 10%, then it is only a matter of time before the real Devil Pattern Construct is made. It can be said that as long as you take this step, then you will definitely be able to become a constructor, even if it is a constructor who can only draw a rudimentary magic pattern.

Stevenson is still young, and the last thing he lacks is time. He originally thought that this work, which had taken him more than half a month of hard work, and the material processing brought together the strength of Solam's entire family, and cost a total of more than one million gold coins, would completely conquer Master Phil, but he didn't expect this to be the result. If this work were in the hands of the architect Santa Cruz, it would inevitably receive the highest praise and praise. But Archmage Phil's coldness and nonchalance poured a basin of ice water on Stevenson's fiery heart, or the ice water of the Floe Bay.

Who is Luther? Stevenson knew that Luthor was a student of Master Phil, thirty-one years old, a thirteenth-level great magician, with no special bloodline, and his age matched his magical power, and that's it. Such a person, even outside of the dark blue, would not be taken to heart by Stevenson. And the work he worked so hard to complete was casually thrown by Phil's Grand Magister to his students, and let such a waste that can only be called a mediocre at best guide himself?!

Phil's attitude is like this, so the reaction of His Royal Highness the Legendary Mage is even more imaginable. Stevenson was suddenly disheartened, and even more so when he thought about the empty income items on his bill for months. Is it really so difficult to get the joy of a legendary mage? What went wrong? You know, even Randolph's shit, even the shitty Randolph once had the joy of a few legendary mages.

Stevenson doesn't value money, all he needs is the recognition and legacy of a legendary mage. And 'Helen Su's Joy', as the name suggests, most intuitively represents her attitude. If you can't even get 'Helen Su's Joy', then how can you get the qualification of a Legacy Builder?

It's been more than half a year since he arrived in Deep Blue, and during this time, Stevenson has not slackened at all. He carefully prepares for every meeting with the legendary mage to show his best side, some of which are on the calendar, and some of which are created with a lot of manpower and material resources. He also spent more time studying and cultivating magic than ever before, and the rate at which his magic grew was a testament to the fruits of his efforts. He did a lot of things that he should have done, and he did a lot of things that he shouldn't have done but that he thought was necessary. For example, Richard, who spared no effort and unscrupulously attacked his biggest competitor, Richard, who was recognized by the legendary mage as the "future saint constructor". Unfortunately, Richard was as closed as a rock, making it almost impossible for him to speak.

On every occasion, Stevenson maintained the most appropriate manners and manners of a great nobleman, even if sometimes he was tempted to smash the nose of the other man or tear the corset of the other man. He has a clear understanding of Deep Blue's structure, understands how it works, knows the tempers, habits, and hobbies of each important person, and has managed to win over a group of friends and isolate his enemies. It's just that the last point is a little questionable, because Richard has always been alone.

However, after putting in unprecedented efforts, Stevenson also reaped unprecedented loss at this moment. Archmage Phil's coldness made him realize at this moment that Deep Blue was a huge and incomparable monster, and he had only always thought he knew it well, but in fact, he hadn't even seen its full picture. In front of the collective of a large number of great magisters, a seventeen-year-old dragon vein warlock was nothing at all, even if he claimed to be a genius.

In Deep Blue, the last thing that is lacking is genius.

One of Phil's students stayed in the field to clean up the grounds. Seeing Stevenson's pale and dazed face, he suddenly felt a little unbearable, not to mention that he had also received a lot of small gifts from Stevenson. Although it is not very rare, it represents memory and heart, and it is especially valuable for the descendants of a great nobleman like Stevenson.

He said hello to Stevenson, then looked at no one on the left and right before lowering his voice and saying, "The teacher is very busy today, because Richard submitted a magic pattern in the morning. So the teacher spent the whole morning testing the effect of that magic pattern build, and the schedule was disrupted. ”

The student's voice was soft, but the words in it exploded in Stilvinson's ears like thunder, shaking him to the point where he could barely stand on his feet.

"Richard? What is the Magic Pattern Build, and how complete is it?" asked Stevenson with the last glimmer of hope. His voice was suddenly hoarse, and his hair, which had been deliberately messy, was really messy, and a few strands of messy hair on his forehead were even soaked with sweat and clinged to his forehead. But he knew very well in his heart that the magic pattern construction that could be used to test the effectiveness would be far more than 20% of his completion.

The student looked at Stevenson sympathetically, pointed to the corpse of the ironclad horse being dragged away by Lux in the far field, and said, "It's 'Beginner Agility', and the degree of completion is ...... In fact, it makes no sense. See the ironclad horse, the structure has been made into a plug-in and installed on it. The fact that yàn is very successful means that the construction plug-in only needs a little bit of refinement. ”

Although he was mentally prepared, the answer he heard was far beyond Stevenson's expectations. The Magical Construct has been made into a plugin, and the experiment has been successful, and this is the second level on the way to the Builder, which is to place the Magical Construct on a specific creature. And Richard easily crossed this hurdle, and what that meant, Stevenson knew very well. By the most lenient standards, Richard now has full access to the title of Constructor!

This news shattered Stevenson's psychological bottom line in one fell swoop, although the current Richard is still a long way from being a constructor who can create a constructor in the real sense of the word, but the terrible thing is that the road in front of Stevenson is much longer! And Richard is only twelve years old, even if he pushes up a year, he is only thirteen years old!

Stevenson's eyes suddenly darkened, all hopes, all the future, all the honor and glory, at this moment seemed to be gone, but the family's huge investment in him was always cold and heavy. Randolph's fate Stevenson had seen and laughed haughtily. But soon, Randolph's today may become his tomorrow.

Stevenson grabbed the student's hand, and his nails sank deep into the other's flesh because he was pushing too hard. In a hoarse voice, he asked, "Are you sure it's Richard?Richard Akmund?, the little guy who is not yet thirteen?!"

The student quietly wrenched away from Sdiwenson's hand. He understood Stevenson's mood at the moment, and he understood his gaffe even more. Little Richard gave everyone a huge shock, and even ArchMagister Phil couldn't keep it calm, let alone Stevenson?

The habits of legendary mages have long been an open secret, so students in the same field have always been in a relationship of competition and even stampede. Every improvement of Richard meant the joy of the big boss to the teachers who taught him, but it was a heavy blow to the boss's other students. And Richard's achievement this time was so dazzling that the student couldn't even bear to imagine how hard Stevenson had been hit. In fact, you don't need to imagine it, just look at the panic of the dragon vein warlock who has never lost his temper at the moment.

As for the small pain of being scratched on the arm, the student didn't pay attention to it. The small gift that Stevenson gave was enough to make up for this pain dozens of times, and at this moment, he would feel a little happy to see this young, dazzling, genius dragon vein warlock who had also plundered the bodies and minds of many beautiful girls. Just like the words that His Royal Highness Su Helen often puts on his lips, "I really can't help but want to laugh!"

After all, compared to the always taciturn Richard, Stevenson's light is much brighter. If he is planted in the mud, there will be too many people who applaud him.

The student, of course, didn't really laugh, but looked at Stevenson with deep sympathetic understanding, didn't say anything, just nodded.

For someone like Stevenson, who has been at the heart of the world around him since childhood, the last thing he needs is empathy.

The student's sympathetic glance was worse than a few slaps on the spot, but Stevenson could not attack, and could only barely smile in return, but his face was as hot as fire, all the blood poured up, and his pale skin showed a strange flush. As for the role and effect of the sympathetic gaze, in fact, this student is equally clear in his heart.

Now that the effect has been achieved, the student is not ready to linger any longer, and if he stays a little longer, he is afraid that he will really not be able to help laughing. In the dark blue, only Su Helen has no scruples, so she can laugh unscrupulously. When everyone except her wants to laugh out loud, they have to look at the time, place, occasion and people around them. Before leaving, the student suddenly remembered something, so he looked around again, and quietly shoved a half-charred piece of crumbs into Stilvinson's hand. Instead of rushing to see what he had gotten into, Stevenson took out a small crystal bottle and handed it to the student as a token of gratitude.

This is a powerful magic power recovery potion, although it is a small bottle, but the market price is more than 500 gold coins.

A very satisfying gift!And only in return for the news that the students have revealed. I believe that a person who understands so well as Stivinson will definitely make more representations of the thing he handed to him. The student carefully put away the small crystal bottle, and the cool, smooth and delicate touch of the bottle made him reluctant to leave his fingers.

Today is a fruitful day for students. He witnessed the birth of miracles, received valuable 'small gifts', and many more 'little gifts' on the way, and was happy. Before stepping into the teleportation magic array, the student couldn't help but look up at the sky of the ice floe bay and felt that the weather was really good today.

Stevenson also looked up at the sky, and as far as the eye could see, there were lead clouds, which was a sign of an impending blizzard.

There were only two people left in the grandstand on the sidelines, Stevenson and Minnie. Minnie Mouse stayed by the magic circle, only taking a few steps closer to the guardrail over there when the wrestlers cleared the ironclad horses in the field, and took a closer look. Besides, neither Stevenson nor Phil was talking to Phil, nor was she talking to the Master's students.

"What the hell weather!" Sdivinson cursed. The early spring in the ice floes was still extremely cold, and the cold wind blew on his sweat-soaked clothes, making Stevenson feel like he had fallen into an ice cave. He opened his palms and looked at what the student had stuffed him, and his face immediately became even more ugly.

It was a half-scorched hide, the material was obviously taken from a subspecies of a certain type of lizard, and in terms of grade, it was at least four large grades worse than the Flame Earth Walking Dragon, and the market price per unit area was more than fifteen hundred times different. Stevenson was very smart, and naturally immediately reacted to the student's intention to stuff him with this piece of skin. Richard's elementary agility was drawn on such a barely qualified piece of material.

Everyone knows that the better the material, the better the success rate and effectiveness of the magic array.

As a result, the small half-charred piece of skin in his hand suddenly became extremely heavy, and he could hardly grasp it. And the distance between Stevenson and Richard was already widened, because this half-charred skin was more than twice as far away.

Another cold wind blew, and Stevenson's face turned pale. He suddenly felt that he hated this place so much, the weather, the things, the people! The only thing he could still be satisfied with today was that the handling in front of Master Phil and his students was still very decent, and there was no excessive gaffe.

But what's the use of that? The overall situation has already been lost, and what's the use of winning back one or two points in a petty fight?

With a wave of his hand, Stevenson beckoned Minnie to walk towards the teleportation array, and he tried to leave the place as best he could. Minnie suddenly asked nonchalantly, "What did he just give you?"

Stevenson's body stiffened, and then he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "It's a good piece of skin, too!"