The sky turned white, and Hernie hurried towards the martial arts arena.

"Professor Victor! Professor Victor! ”

Victor, who was practicing swordsmanship, heard Henie's voice and lowered the long sword in his hand.

With a 'bang', the sword stabbed into the ground.

"Professor Victor, the batch of steel you ordered has arrived."

Hearing that the steel he had ordered had arrived, Victor nodded to Hernie, sheathed his sword, and hung it back on the wall.

"Let's go."

Victor led Hernie to the mansion gate.

Seeing that the gate was full of a cart of stainless steel, Victor just lifted the cloth and took a cursory look, and then beckoned the servant to accept it.

"Professor, don't you need to weigh these steels?"

"There's no need for that."

This batch of steel is the highest quality steel in the Delin family, and Gwen is very concerned about it, so naturally he will not be short of catties.

The money has been paid in advance.

The coachman waved his whip and the carriage departed.

Victor turned and led Vega towards the mansion, and Hernie stayed where she was, tilting her head to look at him, muttering:

"Why is the professor so busy every day?"

She shook her head and bounced towards the flowers.

……

With a 'squeak', Vega smelled a damp, metallic smell.

This is the basement of Victor's mansion, and at the same time, it is also Victor's 'laboratory'.

Vega knew that once Victor was here, it would mean that he was going to have to get his weird little toys again.

Victor lays some stainless steel on the table and stares at the player's crafting book.

In order to keep the prop shop in stock, he would make two hundred magic potions in the basement every day, and always have one hundred bottles of blood potions on his body in case of emergency.

As a booster, the habit of hoarding medicine has been etched into his soul.

Because of this, his crafting proficiency has risen to lv3.

You can start making some props in Level 3 crafting.

Victor took out a bunch of hedron from the player's backpack.

"Oh? This is the leftover that Gwyn Volcano brought back, and this is what the little princess collected for you yesterday. ”

Vega looked at the hedrons in Victor's hand, a little curious.

But Victor just held his chin with one hand, frowning, looking at the air in front of him.

Looking at him like this, Vega knew that Victor would definitely not respond to it, so she didn't ask any more.

After rummaging through the production watch for a long time, Victor finally found the prop that pleased him.

According to the materials required on the prop list, Victor weighed the hedron and steel.

The weight is just right, and there is not even a difference of one gram.

Soon, the table was filled with red and green hedrons, on which were placed three jagged pieces of steel.

Victor gradually built a formation on top of the synthesis table, with the triangular pattern as the core and the square ring as the auxiliary, and inlaid runes on it.

Suddenly, a bright light burst out on the production table.

Vega stared at the bright light, and the light suddenly shone its fur like a white bird.

In fact, it has never been able to comprehend Victor's craftsmanship that requires only materials, and can only attribute it to the creation magic that is unique in everything.

As the light faded, Vega's eyes widened as she looked at Victor's final product.

These are two small, delicate iron cards that shimmer and are razor-sharp.

The patterns on them are also different, with one card covered with green patterns and the other with red patterns.

Victor looked at the deck of cards in front of him and knew that he had succeeded, not only making a third-level prop, but also injecting two elements of wood and fire into it.

"What's the use of this thing?"

Vega asked curiously, looking at the iron flying card, which it couldn't understand at all.

No matter how powerful and sharp this kind of thing is, it is just a flying card.

It's great if the flying card can kill the enemy, but such a fragile iron card may be directly dodged, and the two cards will be completely useless.

Victor didn't answer it, just silently repeated the steps he had just taken.

Bright lights continued to light up from the basement.

I don't know how long it took, Vega felt like her eyes were going blind.

Victor also took his hand.

Several iron cards filled the crafting table.

"One, two, three...... Twenty..... Seventy-three..... One hundred and eight. ”

"You made two cards? Do you want to draw a few by the way to be the king and the little king? ”

There are playing cards in this world, and it is one of the few pleasures for gamblers.

When he was practicing in the modern era, Victor's most willing thing to do was to go to the gambling hall to have a pleasant and exciting gambling with one gambler after another in his spare time, and he won more every time.

So, how do you tell if an npC is a gambler in a game?

It's as simple as asking the other person if they want to play a card.

In a way, npC is more addictive than players.

But Vega was puzzled, since he was going to make a weapon, why not make a wand, even if it was a melee weapon, at least a dagger.

I didn't expect Victor to make a bunch of these things.

Victor placed a deck of cards of the same color in a circle, this time with fifty-four small circles, each with a position, and the largest circle in the middle.

Soon, another bright light lit up.

Vega's eyes turned white, and she suddenly felt dizzy.

I could only hear the sound of a strong metal colliding in front of me, as if something was overlapping and squeezing together.

When the light gradually dissipated, Vega only saw two iron cards, but they were a little thicker than before.

"How did you do that? Do they coincide? ”

Victor ignored it, just picked up one of the flying cards and threw it at the wooden man.

The moment the red flying cards flew out, one card instantly turned into a deck of cards, and fifty-two iron cards were nailed to the wooden man, igniting a raging flame.

The moment the flames ignited, the card turned back, and a steam-like white smoke instantly rose up, cooling the temperature of the card.

They hovered beside Victor, glowing reddish, like loyal guards.

Vega looked at the countless flying cards spinning around Victor and blinked.

Victor explained lightly:

"It makes up for what I'm lacking in the melee field."

Vega pondered as he listened.

Deficiencies in the melee field?

That's not what you said when you were fighting melee battles with warriors and knights.

Vega thinks that Victor is just trying to be handsome, but he doesn't have much evidence.

At least it hadn't seen anyone come close to Victor and threaten him, not even Calamity.

"So, do you have any names for these handsome playing cards? I've never seen a weapon like this. ”

Victor squinted, his consciousness moved slightly, and the flying card stopped spinning, recombined into a pair, and attached to Victor's waist.

"I call it, fate."

Vega said very cheerfully.

"What a perfect name."

……

Victor put away his fate and walked out of the basement.

As soon as I came out, I saw the little succubus running over in a hurry.

"Teach! Professor! ”

Somewhat out of breath, she handed Victor a letter.

Victor frowned suspiciously.

This kind of thing is usually done by a servant.

Hernie rested for a while and explained:

"Professor, I was just going to go to the prop shop, but this letter flew into the mailbox at the door, signed by you."

"Then I'll send it to you."

Hernie smiled happily, as if she was particularly happy to help Victor.

Victor nodded, without doubts, but saw that Hernie was still standing still, squirming and pinching, and there seemed to be some expectation in her eyes.

Victor: "? ”

While he wondered if he had forgotten when, Hernie spoke out a little embarrassed.

"Professor, you haven't touched my head today."

“……”

Well, a touch of the day.

He placed his hand on top of Heney's head and rubbed and rubbed it.

A sense of happiness filled her head, and Herney was very satisfied.

After Victor withdrew her hand, she was a little unsatisfied, but her cheeks flushed as if she suddenly remembered what an outrageous request she had just made.

"I, I, I...... Professor! I'm going to work! ”

With that, Hernie covered her red face and ran away.

Victor's hand hovered in the air.

Just now, he saw Hernie's level.

lv7。

Isn't the upgrade speed of this succubus a little too fast?

Vega was on the side, her eyes a little more thoughtful.

"What do you think?"

Victor asked the crow, only to hear Vega say slowly:

"It occurred to me that primordial demons are collections of magical powers that induce emotions, and they have no physical body or soul."

"I'm guessing that when Yem was blown up by you, some of his traits didn't completely leave Hernie's body, so Herney had some of the power of greed."

"To sum up, the reason why this little succubus has been getting stronger may be because you have satisfied her greed."

Victor thought for a moment, this kind of thing was outrageous, he had never seen such a scene before.

But Vega's words are true, or rather, this is the only reason why succubi can increase their magic power without going through some kind of special sexual behavior.

"Then since that's the case, Henie's greed is really too satisfying."

Speaking of the back, Vega himself didn't believe it anymore.

You can be self-satisfied by just touching your head and hugging every day, can this really be considered greed?

Victor listened quietly to Vega's words and flipped the letter in his hand.

"There's no harm in that."

"You're right, then, the Mage Council has sent you another letter?"

The magic residue on the envelope is still very strong, but this time the difference is that there are no magic puzzles on it.

Victor took Vega back to his study and opened the envelope with his magic.

The Phantasmal Mage on the letter reappeared.

"See you again, Lord Victor."

Victor still looked at him indifferently and said lightly.

"If the council does not accede to my request, it will not reply to me, but it is not like yours to grant all my requests."

"Tell me, what's worth inviting me at all costs."

The mage shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"I really can't hide anything from you, Lord Victor."

He straightened up, and a serious voice came out:

"In fact, we in the Mage Council do need your help."

"According to the fable, it will not be long before Endymion suffers a catastrophe."