The process of "cultivating senses" is particularly slow.

The three low-level demon seeds were rhythmically dimming, and the magic vortex invisible to the naked eye was stirring.

Chen Xuan released his spiritual power and refined it through the process of perceiving his magic power.

4.7 meters, 4.8 meters, 4.9 meters, 5 meters...

His eyebrows were hot and his forehead was covered with sweat.

The outgoing spiritual power is like a puddle of water, slowly expanding towards the periphery.

When the range reaches five meters, it suddenly hits a bottleneck.

In Chen Xuan's perception, an invisible barrier seemed to appear around him.

They bind mental power and make it difficult to advance.

The practice of magic is based on quantity, and there is no mandatory bottleneck, but meditation is different.

Normally, if a black iron caster with average qualifications wants to break through to the bronze level, it will take an average of 3~7 Naroa days, during which time he must stay focused and calm, and put all his effort into perceiving weak points.

Bottlenecks are also a form of exercise.

These situations are recorded in the Spiritual Power Meditation Method.

Chen Xuan didn't panic in the slightest, he concentrated his mind and controlled his mental power, trying to sense and merge into the invisible barrier.

In the process, his mental power became more nuanced.

If the original spiritual power was just a pool of stagnant water, then in the process of sensing the barrier, it became a living water with stronger plasticity and permeability.

I don't know how long it has been, Chen Xuan finally found the weak point of the barrier.

He condensed his spiritual power into a single force and slammed it into it.

"Quack!"

The cracking sound echoed in his head.

The invisible barrier shattered, and the spiritual power stretched in an instant.

The range has quickly expanded from 5 meters to about 7 meters!

The standard for the separation of Bronze-level spiritual power from the body is 7 meters to 20 meters.

At the same time, it also improves the super sensory vision.

In the Super Sensing state, all enemy movements will be slowed down at 0.7x speed.

Elemental sensing is also clearer and more intuitive, making it smoother to build spell models.

After the induction ended, his mental power returned to his mind like a tide.

When Chen Xuan opened his eyes, his eyes were bright and bright, becoming more and more translucent and clear.

There is a feeling of "dazzling eyes".

Soon, though, the bright light of his eyes dimmed.

I just found that my eyes have a certain zoom ability, and the magnification is not much, and it can be pulled in by about 1.2 multiples.

When he tries to zoom, his eyes look extra focused.

These are the five senses that come with the Spiritual Power Meditation Technique.

Therefore, the casters are deaf and clear-sighted.

There is no adaptation period for the advancement of Spiritual Power Meditation, so that Chen Xuan can clearly perceive the changes.

Gathering his mind a little, he turned his head to look at the water clock timer beside him, it was already dark outside, but the weather was still gloomy.

Both suns are obscured by clouds, revealing a dim circle of light.

Farther and smaller, the gloom was left with only a point of blue light like jelly beans.

At this time, it was already the third hour of the dawn, and the kitten lady was taking the Zerikan sisters to practice their guns in the improvised shooting range on the first floor.

It was transformed by Rebecca herself, and she asked the tanners to buy a lot of thick animal skins, and bought a few low-level [Tranquility] runes to embed them, which could be turned into an excellent shooting range.

However, due to the size of the room, you can only hit a five-meter target there, so it's no problem to practice for recreation.

The Dora sisters' passion for firearms is beyond imagination.

They seemed to have seen some kind of magical explosive made by the Eastern alchemist somewhere.

Thus the love and worship of explosions and firearms was formed.

Every time they practiced their guns, the two sisters would shout and shout in the ancient language of the Eastern Regions.

As Chen Xuan's slave, there was no abuse, no humiliation, and no imaginary coercion.

As for letting them cut people and stuff like that, it's even less of a problem.

For the women of Zerikan, slashing people is as normal as drinking water and eating.

Both sisters were a little happy in their hearts.

But a sense of identity and belonging still takes time to develop.

When he walked into the "shooting range", the two sisters were shooting with the kitten girl.

Although the distance is fixed, the target can be reduced.

Their target is a dead fly the size of a green bean.

There was also a bulletproof plate underneath, all of which were dented by the gunshot.

"Master!"

The clever little cat lady was the first to put down her pistol and saluted him.

Yucca, the elder sister of the Zerikan sisters, also put down her gun.

"Master, good!"

Only her sister Libeya raised her hand and shot the dead fly before she turned around and stuck out her tongue at Chen Xuan.

"Master!"

"Guns, awesome!"

Both sisters have changed into linen short linings, which are cool in the same style.

When they raised their guns to shoot, Chen Xuan could still see the wheat-colored side Confucian driving first.

Without dwelling too much on the sights, he rubbed Rebecca's ear and asked softly.

"Has Ophelia contacted you?"

I saw that the cat lady enjoyed his petting and shook her head slowly.

"Not yet!"

"No... Not at all! Not at all! ”

Beria is learning to speak next to him, and this guy's temperament is more lively and naughty.

Moreover, Chen Xuan found that the women of Zerikan usually have two different faces when they cut people.

"If she still hasn't been contacted after another water clock, you can take the initiative to contact her in code."

"Yes, master!"

The kitten girl bent down and saluted him.

……

【Author's Dedicated Building】

……

With that, he smiled and got up and left the range.

Standing outside the house, Chen Xuan thought that the current residence was still too simple.

Since there was still a gap between the water clocks, he didn't plan to waste precious time.

Get ready to practice the Magic Crystal purchased from the Crooked Bones Market.

It is very efficient to cultivate first-order magic with a bronze level of spiritual power meditation.

After he returned upstairs, the two Zerekan sisters fired a few more shots from the range.

The kitten lady blushed and absentmindedly fiddled with the magazine.

The smoke in the house was filled, and it looked a bit cloudy.

But at this moment, the nose of his sister Beria suddenly moved.

The people of Zerikan hunt all year round and are extremely sensitive to the special smells of living creatures.

Because there are many smells that can reveal the state of the prey.

"Suck..."

Beria finally sniffed the kitten's side.

"Sister, smell, she, body, smell."

"Hair, hair, hydrogen~"

"Hahahaha!"

……

Society of Blacksmiths of Magdam.

Rugged is the only style here.

Two-thirds of the area of the huge association is made up of forging workshops.

The core area is home to several huge melting pots.

Even the air smells of coke.

Rune-reinforced stone chimneys emit smoke and dust high into the air.

There was a layer of charcoal ash on the ground in the courtyard, and there were mud footprints everywhere.

Since it had rained last night, the charcoal ash was shining black.

The grizzled third-class blacksmith, the dwarf Jensen Ironheart, was waiting for Ophelia at the door.

When he saw that the other party was also riding a bicycle, he couldn't help but smile.

The 28 bars were flat on the hard stone road next to the association, and the stagnant water was rippled, leaving only a trail of water after the wheels had run over.

"Good afternoon! Dear Miss Half-Elf! ”

Ophelia stopped her bike and bowed her head to Master Jensen.

"Good afternoon, Master Jensen."

She knew what the master in front of her was, he was one of the few iron knights in the city.

She then followed Jensen towards the guild.

The temperature here is a few degrees warmer than the outside.

Arrived at the not-so-clean parlor, and there was only one person on the scene, Jensen Ironheart.

The entire blacksmith guild is busy with its own work.

"Where's the president?"

She asked, confused.

Jensen was rummaging through the cabinets in the living room.

"Damn it, where did that Mars guy hide his good bottle?"

"Hey, isn't this the bottle of fruit wine you brought back from the Big City?"

"Excuse me, dear miss, what did you just say?"

He crawled out of the cupboard, holding two horns and half a bottle of wine.

Seeing this scene, Ophelia was a little speechless.

Most of the dwarven blacksmiths are a bit of a godly chatter and cynical spirit.

Only when it comes to striking iron and blacksmithing will they be serious.

Jensen poured two glasses of wine and smiled heartily as he picked it up.

"According to the rules of the dwarves, you must have a glass of wine before you talk."

"For your health, for Magdam City, for killing all the monsters raised by the bitch!"

"Cheers!"

He was enthusiastic and never on the same channel as Ophelia.

Helplessly, the half-elf lady picked up the wine glass and touched him lightly, and took a sip to pass the test.

"Why isn't the president here?"

Again, she asked the question she had been holding back in her heart.

Jensen smacked his lips and savored the taste of fruit wine.

Then he stared at Ophelia like a fool.

"The president only wants to stay in the forge room."

"This matter is in charge of my Jensen Iron Furnace, a third-level blacksmith certified by the Duroa Kingdom, an Iron Knight awarded by the Multi-Ethnic Alliance Blacksmith Association, and a second-level material alchemist in Big City!"

He reported a long list of titles, and then, as if playing a trick, threw out two bulging purses.

"There are sixty dark gold coins here!"

"The Magdam Blacksmiths' Guild has ordered three hundred bicycles from you!"

"It has to be the same style and quality that I bought before!"

"How many Naroa days can your caravan deliver?"

Ophelia froze, picked up the purse and opened it to see that it was all brand new dark gold coins.

The deposit is given, she has never seen such a happy customer!

"I need to confirm, maybe a couple of Naroa days..."

"I'll be able to give you an accurate answer tomorrow."

Remembering that her master had said that she could get a large number of goods quickly, she conservatively reported a deadline.

Jensen Ironstove disagreed, and took a long sip of his glass again.

"I know you're the daughter of Ansetus."

"All of them must arrive within ten Naroa days."

"They will soon be used on the Western Front, and the Blacksmiths Guild will need to improve them in the meantime."

He bluntly said that the main production of the major manufacturing associations is the priority supply front.

Compared to a small border town like Magdam, the battlefields are a real hell.

Hundreds of monster caves of various levels formed a formation, hundreds of thousands of monsters appeared every Naroa day, and these monsters were no longer scattered like scattered caves, they acted in groups and cooperated with each other.

High-level monsters and gold-level powerhouses fought each other, which was very tragic.

And those guys will also collect supplies from the corpses of the Multinational Alliance fighters to build an anti-charge line.

The two sides of the large battlefield can sometimes even reach millions of levels.

Compared to the real battlefield, Magdan City is definitely a comfortable little country place in the daily conditions.

The bones of the forward fortresses can fill the hills.

The collapse of any battle line would be devastating to the surrounding towns within a radius of thousands of kilometers.

If you borrow Chen Xuan's "rat hole" metaphor to describe it.

The scattered caves resemble the occasional rat hole.

A cave that joins together is a giant cave that can cause walls to collapse and houses to collapse.

This kind of peer-to-peer confrontation is the mainstream of Naroa today.

Adventurers and mercenaries are more like wingmen who play assists.

It's no wonder that the cultivation method of the Naroya Continent is not valuable, which clearly shows that it is going in the direction of all the people being soldiers.

The larger the base of lower-level cultivators, the more solid Naroya's basic strength became.

And it is easy to give birth to high-level powerhouses.

After hearing that it was the order of the front, Ophelia was not surprised at all.

"Don't worry!"

Businessmen don't say anything, they settle things first.

"Cheerful young lady, you can put away the money bag."

"Of course, we have to make a contract first..."

Jensen said with a smile.

……

The contracting process was quickly over.

The dwarven blacksmith finished his glass and got up to see off the guests.

When he reached out and put the drunk horn cup upside down on the table, a strange bracelet hidden in his sleeve suddenly slipped down.

Ophelia glanced at it unintentionally, and suddenly couldn't take her eyes off it.

"You... Can I see that bracelet in your hand? ”

Dwarves often make their own ornaments from their favorite minerals or leftovers from their favorite creations.

It's a kind of commemoration.

"Oh?"

"Is that what you're talking about?"

Jensen raised his arm and shook it, took it off and handed it to her.

"Have you ever seen anything like this?"

He narrowed his eyes, and his previous honesty and casualness no longer existed.

Ophelia took the bracelet, and all the warheads strung on it were heavily deformed copper-clad steel and lead cores.

There are also several intact shells and grenade fragments.

To tell the truth, she had two Beretta M9 pistols hanging from her waist.

Looking at the dwarf's suddenly serious expression, it was not difficult for the intelligent Ophelia to guess the other party's thoughts.

She looked as usual, and even smiled slightly.

"Very peculiar metal!"

"I wonder which of your pieces is leftover?"

This question made the dwarf Jensen blush.

"Huh!"

"It's not my work!"

"You businessmen are well-informed, if you know anyone with clues about this, please inform me!"

Eager for new technology, Jensen Ironfurnace pleaded wistfully.

"No problem!" Ophelia readily agreed.

Then he asked curiously.

"May I ask why?"

Seeing that she agreed, Jensen did not hide it, and said bluntly.

"There's new technology hidden here!"

"I want to learn!"

"It doesn't matter what it takes!"

"Look at this little projectile wrapped in soft copper!"

"You wouldn't have thought it could pierce a palm-thick wall of hard earth!"

"Best of all, it doesn't have the elemental remnants of magical gunpowder."

"I have to see the prototype and see how it works, from the projectile to the structure..."

"Every time I think about it, I get goosebumps!"

"If it weren't for the blacksmith from Portan Village reporting to me, I really wouldn't have known that there was such a weapon in this world!"

"I'm not just a blacksmith!"

Jensen shuddered involuntarily.

This is a reaction that often occurs when emotional.

At this point, he paused for a moment and added again earnestly.

"Find it, find it!"

"Dedicated Miss Merchant! The chicks of the colchics merchant group! ”

"I'll be grateful if I find it."

He knew Ansetus, so he naturally understood the influence of the Colchicum Merchant Order, and thought that Ophelia could use the power of the Merchant Order.

When the half-elf lady heard Jensen say the words "blacksmith of Portan Village", she immediately understood everything.

If the blacksmiths in the villages found strange minerals, metals, or mechanical artifacts, they could bring them to the guild for identification, and if they were judged to be valuable, they could exchange them for a certain amount of black iron forging.

"At any cost?"

Sent by the ghost, she asked subconsciously.

"Of course, as big as you want!"

"Alright Miss, it's time to send you away."

"According to the research of alchemy, the smoke and dust of the blacksmith shop are very bad for the health of beautiful ladies!"

"Please hurry up about the bicycle!"

"Soon this batch of bikes will be on the front lines, replacing the inefficient wooden two-wheeled trucks!"

"Look at that thick slab, just add two baskets and it's a mule made of iron!"

……

Standing at the door of the Blacksmiths' Guild, Ophelia rode away.

Jason Ironforge waved goodbye behind her.

After running around for several water clocks, many tasks were finally understood.

It's just that the stalker is ghostly!

There were at least three veteran scout-level guys staring at her.

One of them also seems to have some kind of stealth at his disposal.

The stalker appeared after Harward's autopsy, and it was self-evident who had delegated the guys.

Her counter-reconnaissance ability is extremely strong, but the other party is also very arrogant, and she did not hide the whole time, which is more like a demonstration.

But she was just worried, but not afraid.

Don't look at Ophelia wearing the Black Iron Badge and inheriting the log-level commission.

But in fact, her magic level had reached the bronze level three months ago.

And she has better talent than Kitty Lady and has more resources.

If she hadn't neglected to cultivate before, I'm afraid she would have reached the peak level of the bronze level long ago.

It is precisely because of this that she did not panic at all when she met the wild boar man Ragnar in the forest.

The Adventurers' Guild is too loose, and the information is updated for ten Naroa months.

For a novice adventurer with good talent and time to practice, ten Naroa months is enough to make a big difference.

"Gotta find a way to get rid of them!"

Holding the handlebars with one hand, she touched the walkie-talkie hidden under the hem of her waist with the other.

I've already been to the Black Thorn Tavern last time, and if you go there many times, you will definitely arouse suspicion.

"There it is!"

"Just go there!"

"These guys don't dare to go in no matter how arrogant they are!"

Thinking of this, Ophelia turned a corner and headed towards the second circle not far away.

She arrived at her destination in just over ten minutes.

……

【Water Spirit Bath】

This is a mid-to-high-end bathhouse in the city.

There are men's and women's baths and corresponding private rooms.

The entrances and exits inside and outside the baths are equipped with magical detection devices.

It has a certain counter-effect on stealth, magic disguise, and illusion.

Even high-level magic can warn in time.

After all, comfort and privacy are the most important things in a bath.

Ophelia parked her bike next to the guarded stable.

I bought a bath ticket for 50 crowns, walked into the women's bath, and went to wash up without changing clothes.

Instead, he directly found an unmanned private room, closed the door and took out the walkie-talkie.

……

"[Thorn Twist] is basically mastered!"

Chen Xuan unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and took a few big sips.

The two sisters, Rebecca and Zerikan, are training in their regular clothes and bulletproof vests.

In front of him was a bunch of withered, blackened vines, all of them magical creations.

He'd tried a dozen times in the past Hour of Water Clock, and was able to build a spell model in about 1.2 seconds, causing tangled vines to grow on the ground.

However, these vines only last for half a minute, and then suddenly withered and blackened, turning into mud.

It is estimated that it is to return to the land and become nutrients again.

Sitting on the wooden chair, Chen Xuan closed his eyes and meditated in order to recover the mental power lost by casting spells.

This kind of life is actually quite good.

While he was meditating, the walkie-talkie next to Rebecca rang.

When Chen Xuan was with her, he would only leave a walkie-talkie outside.

"It's getting dark, and the little bird asks to come home!"

This is another code word, the kitten lady picked up the walkie-talkie and replied skillfully: "Please return to the nest!" ”

"Rebecca, is the master there?"

"I'm going to report to him personally."

A steady electronic tone came from the intercom.

This magical thing once again aroused the curiosity of the two Zerican sisters.

And in the meditative state, Chen Xuan, who was mentally outgoing and released, also immediately opened his eyes.

He took the walkie-talkie handed over by the cat lady and replied in a steady tone.

"Say it, Ophelia."

As his voice appeared, there was a quick answer on the other end of the intercom.

"Master, the Blacksmiths' Guild has paid a deposit of 60,000 crowns!"

"The other side asked for the delivery of 300 bicycles within 10 Naroa days."

"I don't know where you are...?"

The core of bicycle supply depends on Chen Xuan.

Hearing the good news, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly.

"No problem, ten naroa days is just more than enough."

At this time, Ophelia's slightly distorted voice came over the intercom.

"By the way, master, the Iron Knight I approached seems to have found traces of your use of weapons."

"He wears a bracelet strung from the bullets that were fired."

"Please ask me to find you!"

"Say that you are willing to pay any price, and you have to learn from you."

"The other party got the news from the blacksmith in the village of Portan."

After Ophelia finished speaking, Chen Xuan was silent.

"Good fellow, is there such a thing?"

He was not surprised that the natives of Naroa might find traces of firearms.

If you want to use it, you will inevitably leave traces, all kinds of shrapnel, shells, warheads.

It's not possible to clean up the battlefield slowly on any occasion.

If you're afraid that this kind of thing will be exposed, then just go home and raise pigs.

He was surprised that the Iron Knight was able to collect a lot of shrapnel, which showed that it took a lot of thought.

If you have the chance, you might be able to make a tentative touch.

Chen Xuan was worried that there was no way to get in touch.

If possible, it can be absorbed by contract.

For example, having a blacksmith contract for a day of slavery in exchange for pistol technology.

As long as the other party agrees, then he will completely get on his chariot and lose the possibility of betrayal!

……

If nothing else, there is no today.

See you tomorrow, big guy.

(End of chapter)