Knowing is easy, but doing is difficult, so it is precious. -Z.C
The higher the grade of a magic scroll, the more mageweaths and incantations needed to be written. Brand was unsure how many scrolls could be produced from the fist-sized bottle of Galactic Dream.
He had to make a move eventually, but something went wrong when Brand intended to use his mind to draw the mageweath. His mind's perception was not as precise as drawing patterns and writing incantations. After all, incantations were not ordinary words, but special syllables that were chanted when casting spells. In this aspect, the elves had a great innate advantage. Their language was derived from ancient incantations. Although they still needed further learning to master the real incantations, it was still easier than humans.
It was no wonder that a Shadow Hunter with a similar class as a warrior could give out something like the Book of Psionic Ability. But why did the elves, who were so powerful, still suffer heavy casualties in the ten-thousand-year bloody battle? Baffled, Brand thought for a moment and pulled back his thoughts that had wandered a few mountains. He continued to ponder the problem of writing incantations with his mind.
Mind perception could guide spellcasting and replace the eyes to perceive the environment without light. Why couldn't he observe more detailed things? Brand attributed this troublesome problem to the fact that he was still a beginner, but since that was the case, he had no choice but to follow the steps.
He skillfully used a calliper to fix the neatly cut parchment and stroked the slightly grainy surface of the paper. He couldn't help but secretly complain that the relevant researchers had no ambition. They had continued to make this parchment that was slightly waterproof and difficult to tear for many years. They didn't know how to develop new tools. In comparison, the creators of the Magical Domain were too powerful. They had created such a practical magical tool with only a smattering of ancient magic circle technology. It was truly admirable.
In order to prevent any possible interference, the mage activated the Tranquil Magic Domain. As for the other magic domains that he could not use for the time being, he would not waste any more mana. God knew how long the mana materials he had filled would last. He was not as rich as his teacher, so he should save as much as he could.
However, as the voice disappeared, Brand suddenly thought of the problem with his mind. Was it because of the noise? There were quite a number of items operating on their own in the Mage Tower. Although the sounds they made wouldn't make people feel uncomfortable, it would still affect their minds.
Once again adjusting his mind to enter the subtle sixth sense, Brand tried to use a pure silver probe to gently draw a circle on the parchment. That natural feeling made the mage feel as if the tiny probe had become a part of his body, and he could even feel the pressure of the tip of the needle on the paper.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a perfectly round scratch on the paper. Even the small puncture hole caused by gently pressing down on the probe at the end of the drawing was visible. The confident Brand looked at the position of the needle hole on the parchment and decided not to waste this parchment that had become a test subject. He might as well draw a relatively low-level magic incantation on it.
[Level 2 spell, Hand of Magic. This is a good choice. The relatively low level of this spell only requires three simple patterns that are linked together to draw the mageweath, and the incantation is even rarer.] However, the mage did not dare to be careless. He held his breath and used his mind to guide the crystal pen to start drawing. Fortunately, the delicate feeling from before was still there. Compared to looking at it with his eyes, touching it with his fingers was a more delicate way to guide the crystal pen. As the magic ink marks ended, the mage carefully injected magic power into it until it was saturated.
After all, this was the first time he had used a crystal pen and Mind Sense to create a scroll. It had taken him almost an hourglass to complete everything, and Brand felt a little dizzy. Large beads of sweat rolled down his face from his forehead. After carefully inspecting the Magic Hand scroll, Brand was finally satisfied. The crystal pen was surprisingly useful. Other than the few times he almost forgot to press the soft capsule at the beginning, the entire scroll was exquisitely drawn without any flaws. His teacher would probably praise it when he saw it.
Placing the first scroll on the table beside him, the mage rested for a while and continued to work on his production plan. However, the following situation was not so good. The Lightning Claw and Mana Ring had failed one after another. The goatskin paper was still acceptable. Although six Silver Coins per piece was a little expensive, Brand, who had a bit of value now, didn't care about it. As for the imitation ancient ink, which had already used up one scale, it was enough to make people want to cry.
It was impossible for the production of scrolls to be smooth sailing. Otherwise, all the mages in the world would be running around with a large number of scrolls. Telling himself to stay calm, Brand lowered his spell by one level and chose the 3rd Tier Spell that he had failed to cast in his battle with the Demonic Antelope: Electric Shock. Fortunately, the mage who had already adjusted his mentality tried again after failing several times. Just like the first scroll, the finished product was very exquisite, like a piece of art.
Exhausted, Brand placed the Electric Shock Scroll together with the completed product from before. He then swept the other two scrolls that had been burnt by the chaotic mageweaths and mana on the workbench into the trash can. After doing all this, the mage decided to meditate for a period of time to relieve the exhaustion of mana, mental fatigue, and high tension.
After about three hourglasses, Brand finished his meditation and stood up to move his stiff body. Only then did he feel a little hungry. Although his teacher had a lot of food here, Brand's culinary skills were unfortunately limited to making pumpkin soup. He did not have the ability to summon a demon spirit to cook like his teacher. It was better to go out and look for food. It would be a good exercise for his body.
The environment of the learning area had always been so peaceful. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the wide learning road. Brand, who had no clear purpose for foraging, strolled towards the dining area. He heard a familiar voice behind him. He turned around and saw Loren, who was also an Intermediate Mage.
This handsome nobleman had barely managed to enter the sixth rank last year. He was quite talented, but he was too playful, so his specialization was neither high nor low. It should be known that this handsome boy had reached the fifth rank at the age of nineteen. He was only one step away from advancing to the intermediate rank. However, Loren, who refused to follow the rules, either liked to pretend to be a knight to save a weak girl who was beaten up by a drunkard, or pretended to be a chivalrous thief to steal his father's private money to help orphans and widows in the slums. He had done all kinds of things, but his character was not bad. He was considered a problematic person among young mages.
Last year, he was beaten up by his father who came back from the army, so he had to pretend to be a good son. His father personally took him to learn from Mr. Floren, the president of the Hubble branch of the Hand of Truth Society. After half a year of hard work, he finally reached the intermediate level, which made his father, who came from the army, sigh that fist education was the truth.
" Well, Uncle Abu, long time no see…" Loren, who was smiling cheekily, often ran into Brand at Master Ander's place because he was running errands for his teacher. After a while, the two completely opposite fellows actually became good friends.
Brand turned around and replied,"My dear nephew, you're acting so atrociously without your father around. Be careful, I'll beat you up."
When Loren heard his father's name, he shivered. After a while, he replied,"Tsk! The old man left a few days ago. Stop scaring this young master, hey hey?？Why is your mouth starting to be unforgiving?"
Brand, who was getting hungrier and hungrier, grabbed his arm and said through gritted teeth,""Hurry up and leave! Treat me to a meal. You haven't eaten anything all day. Be careful that I'm hungry and eat you like a sweet potato."
The rich young master patted his chest and bragged shamelessly," Isn't it just eating? Eat sweet potatoes every day. I can afford to feed you for the rest of your life."
As soon as he finished speaking, the mage dragged his unscrupulous friend and quickly walked towards the dining area. He said unhappily as he walked, Let's go quickly. If we're any later, we won't even be able to eat sweet potato leaves."
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