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But who knows if this guy is talking nonsense or not?

After a moment of silence, the young mage shook his head and waved his hand to erase the comment. (If you like this book, please bookmark biquge.info) then take out a small piece of metal tool, as well as a walnut-sized sapphire, and begin to work on the surface etching circle.

His fingers were pale and slender, and they were extremely dexterous in carving the delicate texture of the gem into the jewel, without any confusion. It's just that when time passed bit by bit, his mind suddenly diverged, and the movement of his fingers paused slightly...... So with a crisp snap, the gem worth 10,000 gold had burst out of fine cracks, and the texture that had taken a lot of time to carve was scattered into countless dust, along with the gem, and completely disappeared.

"Damn!"

Stunned for a moment, the mage angrily slapped the carving knife in his hand on the table, and let out a low curse!

His good mood and smooth train of thought had been completely disrupted by that short sentence—and now his whole mind was full of that strange word, which was not suitable for delicate work at all.

So he had to simply stop for a moment and concentrate on what the guy didn't know what he was talking about.

Anachronistic...... So that means that this research idea has gone astray? The thing called the rotor is a bright road? Since he has made this assessment after reading part of the research, then he must have gone quite far between the two options? Moreover, ...... Or even already a success?

But how is this possible?

At first, he suspected that it might be a ruse to slow him down. But after thinking about it for a while, I couldn't think of anyone who could profit from it.

There are not many alchemists in the empire who have studied the change system, and there are even fewer people involved in the field they have explored, and even if they do, no one has ever claimed to have created a practical route. The young man's slender brow furrowed tightly, and his mind flipped through the possible names one after another.

Those stupid classmates or even mid-level mages who are on a corpse vegetarian diet? They don't have that kind of authority, and they haven't heard of any of them putting their energy into this area. What's more, if it is those people, the most direct reaction must be to keep this information for themselves. Instead of leaving a review.

So is it an ancient legacy? Or is it a secret achievement? But who would do that?

This real yàn room is not privately owned, but the permission to use it is very high. Only a dozen or so mages below the owner of this tower have the qualifications to enter, and those people basically already have their own laboratories and will not come to this kind of place again...... Only he loved it for some personal reason - quiet enough not to be disturbed. Although I won't get extra help.

So a certain hidden high-level mage came here for the same reason? Or are they those who are hidden at the top of the mage tower? The big shots in the clouds, a chance visit?

After a moment of thought, he put away the parchment and tools on the table, stood up and drew a rune...... Just a flash of light. But nothing happened: "Sure enough, it still doesn't work...... The image authority in the real yàn room, well, I remember that it was in the hands of Master Albert, alas, why is it the most 'free' teacher?"

After shaking his head and smiling bitterly, he turned to leave.

The moment he stepped out of the door, the lights in the room dimmed, and everything was pushed by an invisible force. returned to its original position, even that thin layer of dust...... Once again, the room fell silent.

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Time passed quietly. It wasn't until eight hourglasses later that it was broken by that sneaky shadow again.

The sleepy-eyed Edward rubbed his cheeks vigorously. Glancing at his surroundings. The unchanging scenery made him tug at the corners of his mouth with joy, thinking that he was lucky - of course, he didn't know that a few hours ago, an unintentional comment had caused endless annoyance to another person...... In fact, at this moment, he had even forgotten that there was such a thing before.

Almost all of his thoughts had fallen on the pedestal of the alchemy array.

Once again, a piece of metal had turned into liquid, but the deadly suction in the spiritual world had been reduced to an acceptable level. So the operator's heart moved, knowing that his guess was not wrong—after using it once, he decided that the spiritual power consumed by this magic circle was probably the same as the size and fineness of the object, so this time he chose a simple and small target.

A coil of wire with a hook edge and an additional spool is gradually shaped...... It is even thinner than the steel wire used to draw the zuò, and the three strands twist together to form a thin steel rope. If it were made in the usual way, it would probably take at least a person more than a day, and it would have required ingenuity, but now, almost in a few breaths, the creation has been completed.

Squinting slightly, Edward's face showed a look of satisfaction, but his spirit did not relax at all, he was like the most cautious thief, with a slight touch, he sent his spiritual power into every line in the circle, and that spirit was his most dexterous wrist, the most delicate tool, stimulating every transformation connection in the circle, touching the changes of the magic net, converting energy into metal, almost in the blink of an eye, it has become a wonderful and complex shape.

"Hoo ......"

The rope had been weaved, and the rest of the steel was still melting and deforming in the circle like mercury, turning into two bow arms, then bolts, and grips...... Exhaling lightly, Edward's brows furrowed - the exercise method that the Spirit Crystal Servant said was indeed quite effective, and there was still plenty of mental power, so he didn't want to end there,

However, there doesn't seem to be anything needed for steel?

No, there should still be.

I thought about it for a moment. A familiar thing is formed in the mind - there is no need for a complicated manufacturing process, as long as the structure is familiar, then the fountain pen is not a difficult creation, although the world does not yet have a rubber for making a soft pencil pouch, but it is not a problem to replace it with a piston structure similar to a syringe.

Oh, and lighters...... Although the fuel is a bit of a problem, it should be okay with some lamp oil. And pots and pans. Simple stoves and the like...... After all, he was already disgusted with those jerky, jerky and jerky - in fact, there was no decent food culture in this plane, even if it was a feast that the aristocracy was proud of. The definition is basically in the appearance of the food, which is showy and elegant enough. However, there is a deviation from the delicacy that is more than 108,000 miles. Now that you have a space pocket, it's natural to have a copy of these things.

And in addition to that......

And also......

The finished products around him gradually piled up, and the time of the small half hourglass also passed in a hurry, but Edward did not realize that now he was like a child with a fresh toy. It seems that there is never a moment of boredom and exhaustion.

But after all, exhaustion still came.

When the second steel block also turned into a clutter, the tingling pain in his temples forced him to stop squeezing his brain - in fact, once the spirit relaxed, the ensuing fatigue and dizziness almost caused him to collapse to the ground!

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"Good Fellow......"

Taking a deep breath, Edward let go of the circle's hand. The tiredness in his brain made his eyes dark, dizzy, and difficult to concentrate.

Of course, this situation is very normal, but the mental power is exhausted, as long as you get enough sleep, you can recover as before.

It's a pity that after trying it, he knew that although he already had some abilities that ordinary people couldn't match, he was in the physiological system. He was a normal and healthy man, and he fell asleep again less than an hour after getting enough sleep. Once or twice is fine, but after sleeping for a right time and turning a corner, it becomes a luxury—no matter how hard he tries. I can't go back to sleep anymore.

The truth is not just that it can't - the thoughts in my mind are very active now, and many vague memories have been brushed and clarified, but no matter the information or trying to contact the magic web, I will involuntarily wander, and my ears will buzz like a fly stuffed into it.

Mentally tired, full of lawsuits, thirsty and sleepy but unable to sleep because of excitement, this feeling is simply unbearable and almost crazy. So gradually put together the parts that had just been made, and then put them down where they should be, Edward shook his head and decided to breathe a little fresh air and let himself be baptized by some sunshine.

"It's time to relax...... he looked down at his crumpled clothes, and then at his pale face in the small steel mirror that had just been made, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly - sleeping, mental exhaustion, studying materials and making items, two days passed really quickly. He seemed to have some understanding of the mood of the guys who had been staying in the mage tower now.

There's really not enough time......

The circle is now almost handy at driving, wood, steel, and even pure gold and mythril can be made, but unfortunately, there are still no things usable in the materials in the drawing room...... In addition to taking the time to copy two new 0-ring spells in the gallery, which made the already fat wallet a little thinner, his achievements in magic are still empty.

Well, it really doesn't work, so I just make some swords and armor and go out and resell them, and exchange some money to get some spells.

"Edward, Vincent!" the dizzy chief apprentice was stunned by the roar of grinding teeth, and he raised his head and stared at the face more than a dozen feet away, but his mentally empty brain didn't have much thought for a while.

Well...... That little guy is a little familiar? Who's coming?

After blinking his eyes for a long time, he dragged his mind from the materials, magic items, coins, and other things back to the little man in front of him, dressed in an apprentice's robe, full of annoyance and anger, wrapped in an apprentice named Miguel.

"A full forty hourglasses have passed since the appointed time!"

Miguel Don Cervantes roared angrily, his eyes bloodshot, and he didn't seem to care that his gums were biting out blood...... "You cowardly evader! No one has taught you that?"

Rubbing the corners of his forehead, the corners of Edward's mouth twitched, and an interesting whirlpool was bent.

For this inexplicable challenge, he didn't pay attention to it from the beginning, what kind of reputation among his classmates, etc., it didn't matter a dime to him, but now it seems that this little ghost's reaction is quite interesting?

If it's vicious taunts or disdain. It's still easy to understand - but his affection is genuine anger...... Okay, what kind of fair duel with himself is so important to him?

Of course. The group behind him was not so serious, although there were only four or five of those people left behind him now. But they did have a tacit understanding - when Edward walked out of the short corridor, a large group of little ones had already swarmed out from the other side. Bringing up a piece of unscrupulous laughter.

"Miguel, don't be too angry, but the head of the sage and the master who is the target of the sage and the master body should not refuse your challenge......"

"But you seem to be putting a lot of pressure on him, you see, our chief must have done a lot of special training. Not only did he not wash his face, but his clothes were wrinkled...... Hahaha"

"So, shouldn't we be considerate and let him rest for half a year. Otherwise, our chief gentleman may faint from too much fatigue, and there will be no difference between victory and defeat. ”

Just as a wandering warbler can't be compared to a peacock even if she wears a graceful and luxurious robe, nobles with a deep background will naturally maintain their own reserve—their status and status usually don't make them choose to enter the door of the magic academy, and they want their descendants to follow the path of magic? hiring one or more mages as their personal magic instructors is the right and wise move in their minds.

But this is not a world that civilians can set foot in...... The most affluent peasant family spends only a dozen gold a year, and ordinary serfs die of exhaustion in the fields. It is impossible to produce three gold coins in juice...... Those who can stand here are naturally all well-off. With a rich background, they can casually use dozens of pounds of gold for them to squander in a dream that may not be realized. So. They may be of higher status, but they are by no means high, and more of them are the descendants of those minor nobles, or the children of well-to-do merchant families.

The great merchants and the small nobles, in fact, were quite a sympathetic group in the kingdom, and they cowered in the shadow of the high-minded, and with what was left of them built a fortress of self-esteem that looked past but was as fragile as a sand-sculpture, though when some wave swept by it, it was possible to wipe out their qiē—or to hide such embarrassment, they were accustomed to attack and ridicule, and to exchange the misery of the more pitiful people for their humble satisfaction and vanity.

"Hmm...... Sorry, I accidentally forgot about it. After thinking about it, Edward sincerely apologized.

"Accidentally? you ......"

"Okay, the duel is, let's start now, if you want? I don't like to waste time. Nodding, Edward straightened his belt, parted the hem of the robe a little, and looked at the other with a smile, "But, it looks like you're a little tired right now?

"If you talk about fatigue, you and I are no different!" the boy was stunned for a moment by the crisp response and reasonable advice. But he quickly reacted: "Go to the gladiatorial arena!

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The so-called gladiatorial arena, to be precise, is just a dark hall, made of bluestone, and the space without window lattices and doors looks a little oppressive, only the suspended magic light balls in the high ceiling provide a blue and white light.

"This place is shrouded in a powerful magical barrier, and no one will die if it is within this range. Any attacks and damage that would otherwise be lethal will be automatically blocked, changing to a "Stasis" effect. Miguel coldly explained to the Chief standing opposite, "So, you don't have to worry, you will be killed by my magic, but I warn you that it is best not to relax your spirit because I am looking forward to a battle of strength!"

Looking around, Edward nodded—this was not really a duel, but a form of competition, and it was forbidden to use magical equipment or the like, including staffs, scrolls, and potions. It is somewhat similar to the competitive sporting of certain martial arts.

"I actually picked this game of duel when everyone was away...... These naughty imps. I'm busy right now, well, then, if it's decided, then I'll sign my name in our respective contracts and start fighting. ”

The sound in his ears caused Edward to bow his head slightly, noticing the figure that suddenly appeared within twenty feet of him, and the flickering halo of his costume indicated that he should be a mage in the Academy, but he looked a little different from other mages...... He wore a plain robe, which looked to have been used for quite a short time, and although it was not dirty, it was covered with countless folds, as if it had been rolling somewhere for days...... And there was a small half dragging on the figure wearing it, even if it was only seen from a distance, it was not half that of ordinary people.

A dwarf?

But before the chief of the hillbilly who was a little surprised could react, the other party suddenly appeared in front of him with a whoosh! staring at him with a pair of yellow eyes, as if he had also seen something alien:

"Oh, it was that girl...... Isn't she saying that countless ghosts are the most terrifying creatures in the planes, and she actually found a ...... of this age. Aren't they all about the same age as her?"

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