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"Our main problem right now is the shortage of 'Non-Attribute Mixed Silver,' a mineral used to enhance the defensive capabilities of magical shields. It can effectively increase the shield's defense against melee attacks from monsters, as pure magic shields sometimes struggle to withstand monsters with high spell resistance..."
"The guard is just as dedicated as he was in the simulation..."
Latis listened to the guard's explanation and breathed a sigh of relief. It was really nice to know what was going to happen next.
Jingle Bell……
A faint bell rang in the distance. Lingling's ears twitched slightly. She shook her head, raised her hand, interrupting the guard, and asked:
"I recall that in equipment crafting, 'Non-Attribute Mixed Silver' could be perfectly replaced by 'Non-Attribute Liquid Silver.' With just a few simple processing steps, the same amount of ore could produce more than twice the effect."
"Miss, you are truly knowledgeable." The guard rubbed his beard, looked down at Lingling who was only a little over a meter tall, thought for a moment, and replied earnestly:
"Because most of our craftsmen lack the technology to preserve 'attributeless liquid silver,' and due to the omnipresent light energy in the Wilderness Territory, 'attributeless mixed silver' is easily light-transformed during the smelting process, resulting in 'light-attribute liquid silver,' which cannot be infused with the magic essence of the protective array."
"Hmm, that is indeed a problem." Lingling touched her finely stitched cloth dress and said with a thoughtful expression:
"I have a method that I think is worth trying: first infuse it with a specific magic element and then expel it..."
Gan Gan followed Ling Ling, staring blankly at the eloquent Ling Ling, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly:
"The people from Lundia are all incredibly strong! No wonder it's the capital of magic, what a magnificent city..."
Ring ring! ...
A louder bell rang again. While Jennifer was furtively watching, Latis put away the heart-shaped stone in her hand and asked the guard curiously:
"Uncle, do you know what that bell that rang several times just now was?"
"Hey, don't let my appearance fool you, I'm not even thirty yet!" The guard rubbed his bald patch, sighed resentfully, and said:
"That's Granny Norrige of Listening Wind Terrace teaching the townspeople's children the basics of magic. Whenever a child successfully uses an apprentice spell, she rings the bell at Listening Wind Terrace. If you're curious, you can go take a look. It's getting dark soon, and she'll be finishing her get out of class soon."
"Eh?"
Latis sighed in surprise, then looked at Jennifer, who was muttering to herself with her head down for some reason, and asked:
"JieJie, I'm a little curious and want to go take a look. Why don't you go back to the house first, put your luggage away, and rest?"
Jennifer snapped out of her reverie, nodded, and smiled:
"It's really convenient of you, Master, to not have any luggage. I'll come find you after I've settled my things, if I'm not tired!"
"Okay!"
Latis gave a thumbs up, then switched to a pistol-like stance, tossed a wink, and laughed:
"Then I'll go first!"
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"That old woman teaches these kids several lessons every week, doesn't she get tired? They're not like a highly talented mage like me, sigh, it still has to be me..."
Covered in dust, Musk squatted in a corner of the market, watching the children gathered in front of the Listening to the Wind Terrace on the hillside, then glancing at the merchants who were beginning to pack up as darkness fell, and couldn't help but think to himself:
"These people really have no pressure to survive. It's only dusk, damn it, I still have a long time before my classes end at the academy. Is this what the countryside is like?"
Despite his complaints, having been here for a week, he knew that in such a sparsely populated place, there were indeed few people out at night to stroll through the market. Firstly, there were no streetlights, and secondly, the occasional sighting of monsters while working outside the city during the day created a sense of tension that made them more prone to fatigue.
"Sigh, flexible jobs aren't profitable... Who told me you could make money setting up a street stall? I can't even afford food!"
Musk put his spread-out stall back into his cart, his face grim as he put the warped wooden wheels back on and pushed the cart toward the houses at the edge of town.
"It was supposed to be a material-finding mission, but it's turned out to be this difficult. After asking many people, I finally learned that someone had dug up the material described in the mission description. In the end, I still have to go mining..."
"There are more and more monsters outside the city. I didn't understand why the townspeople were so tense because of them until a few days ago when I saw that string of flying monsters, which were undergoing training, maintain their formation and fly into the sky in a strong wind..."
As if hallucinating the scene from that day, Musk couldn't help but shudder and muttered under his breath:
"What is that... a monkey-bodied centipede?"
"Ok?"
The cart bumped into a burly man in a hooded coat with a thud. Musk gasped and quickly said:
"Hey bro, are you alright?"
"Brother?" The man laughed and patted the cart, saying, "Old Ma, don't you recognize me?"
"Old horse?"
Musk scratched his head, looking at the somewhat familiar figure in the dim light of dusk.
After scrutinizing Latis's face for a few seconds, Musk's face turned deathly pale. He realized that he probably did recognize this person!
“Ha, haha… not brother…” Musk chuckled awkwardly a few times, then remained silent for a moment before a hesitant expression appeared on his face…
"Wait! You can't use the same scene three times!" Latis quickly interrupted Musk, who was about to say something, and stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled:
"Old Ma, it seems you haven't been having the best time lately! Haha, don't worry, things will get better in a while!"
He glanced at the sky, exchanged few pleasantries, tossed a gold white into the cart, waved, and ran towards the Listening Wind Terrace, shouting:
"We'll talk about the rest later! Consider this gold white as payment for your Demon Gathering Tower; take it and buy some food!"
"What?"
Musk picked up Kim White with a bewildered look, glanced at the Containment Tower still in the cart, and stared blankly at Latis's retreating figure.
"If you use a gold white coin sparingly, it can last you half a year eating coarse grains in the countryside..."
He squeezed Kim White hard, hesitated before putting it in his pocket, and muttered:
"Could it be... that he's a good person?"
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"You're such a good person!"
Jeston, weeping uncontrollably, lay sprawled on the hawk-like horse, feeling the ointment on his rump rapidly healing his wounds. He couldn't help but shout to Torso, who was leading the horse:
"Brother, how can I ever repay your immense kindness!"
Torso felt a chill run down his spine and touched his arm, saying without turning his head:
"No need to thank me. If I had come any later, your scrapes would have been healed by now."
"Sigh, that's true, but if you don't come, those flying trainees strung together in the air are almost ruining my mental state..." Jeston clutched his head in anguish, tears streaming down his face, and growled:
"Do you know... that kind of pain! As a strong person, I felt the weakness of my spirit for the first time..."
"Flying monkeys, they destroy people's minds, they are terrifying."
Torso sighed, looked at the outline of Silverway Town appearing in the distance, and asked:
"Was that your original destination?"
"Yep!"
Jeston struggled to his feet on the hawk, jumped off, pulled up his trousers, and muttered:
"I can't let Musk see me looking like this, or he'll definitely laugh at me behind my back!"
"If we can't be completely trusting of each other when interacting with others, what's the point... hmm?"
Torso sniffed the scent in the wind, and his eyes lit up instantly.
"It's his smell!"
Chapter 207: Testing and Confrontation
"Grandma Norrige, I... I'll try 'Dancing Light' again!"
The little boy, dressed in a straw robe, stood up nervously and walked to the group of children sitting around him. He took out a small piece of phosphate rock from his pocket, placed it in his hand, then closed his eyes with his palms facing each other.
"Outline the magic runes, inscribe..."
He muttered to himself, slowly releasing the meager magical power within his body, and diligently sketching magical runes along the path guided by the magic network.
The elderly Norrigi leaned against the ancient wall of the Listening Wind Terrace, straightened up, and squinted as he sensed the little boy's process of constructing the spell, a hint of satisfaction on his face.
A few seconds later, her relieved expression vanished instantly, her eyes twitched slightly, and she leaned back against the wall.
At the same time, the little boy felt that he was building magic runes more and more smoothly, and the magic rune path guided by the magic network seemed to be exactly the same as the one he had memorized. Seeing that success was just around the corner, he couldn't help but show an excited smile, speed up the transfer of magic power, and began to build the magic runes faster according to the magic rune path he had memorized.
"Light Dance Technique!"
The little boy completed the final loop of the path, shouted excitedly, opened his arms, and raised the point of light high... the point of light...
A thin, short cylinder suddenly emerged from the point of light!
"Eh?"
He stared in disbelief at the floating, glowing middle finger that had appeared in his hand, and couldn't help but mutter a curse:
"What, what is this?!"
"What else could this be? A spell you conjured up yourself!" Norrige couldn't help but frown, taking a few deep breaths to calm her throbbing temples. She forced a smile and said:
"Go back and practice some more. Read your notes carefully, don't just skim over them, remember..."
"When you finished constructing it, you mixed up the last step of 'Dancing Light' and 'Mage's Hand,' didn't you, kid?"
An unfamiliar voice came from down the hillside. Norrige squinted at the burly man approaching behind the children. The man stopped a short distance away, suddenly grinned, and gave a thumbs-up, shouting:
"But you actually unconsciously created the 'Mage's Hand' rune. Not bad, not bad at all. You have a lot of potential. I'm optimistic about you!"
Norrige looked at the bewildered little boy, sighed, waved his hand, and said:
"You can go back now, that's all for today's class."
"See you next week, Grandma Norrie!" The children stood up, glanced at Latis curiously, and then obediently ran off.
"Hey!" Latis, with one hand on his hip, stopped the little boy from before, patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said:
"Brother, study the Mage's Hand diligently. The day you arrive at Green Vine Academy, I will personally teach you the true usage of the Mage's Hand, hahaha!"
"Qing, Qing Teng Academy?! You're a senior from Qing Teng Academy?"
"That's right!" Latis laughed heartily, tossing the massive hammer from his waist into the dimensional rift without batting an eye. He pumped his fist and shouted, "So keep it up! You can do it too!"
The little boy cried out in surprise. He covered his mouth, glanced at Latis's face, nodded excitedly, and ran away, turning back every few steps, jumping and shouting as he went: