The room is ten square metres in size, which is certainly a luxury for a travelling caravan. The walls and floor of the room were made of oiled pine, the ceiling was hung with a square matrix style crystal chandelier, and there were four European style windows carved with intricate floral patterns, two of which were metres high on the front end of the caravan. Below the window is an exquisite pearwood single bed, with several sets of delicate dresses on the messy bed, but piled together and made to look all wrinkled. Standing at the window and looking out, the view from the front of the caravan is breathtaking.
Through the glass window at the front, one can clearly see the green bull, a powerful war beast of the swamp clan, tethered to the front of the caravan by several iron ropes. A huge yoke of fir wood was placed around the neck of a three-metre tall bison, which was panting heavily and staring into the night with icy black eyes the size of balls, guarding the magical caravan.
Against the glass window on the left side of the caravan was a heavy wooden test bench with several small shelves filled with bottles and jars of potions, which were protected by these wooden shelves on the bumpier roads. Kiger, wearing a cotton robe with her sleeves pulled up high and two deerskin gloves, is concentrating on grinding an unknown stone powder with a grinder. Her big, bright eyes were intensely focused, the tip of her small, white nose was beaded with sweat, her delicate face was a little flushed, her pink lips were slightly pursed together, and she was sitting on a high chair, her long, slender figure visible in her robe.
Katrina gently motioned for me to sit in a side chair, and I saw that she was wearing a sleeveless, navel-less blouse and knee-length skirt, her high breasts squeezing out deep cleavage, and a faint red mark on her goose neck above her delicate white collarbone, which had healed slightly, but an inch-long wound that, even if it had healed, would inevitably have left a subtle bruise. The wound was across her throat, and when I looked closely I realised how lucky Katarina had been, if Ming Qian's sword had been a little heavier, Katarina's throat would have been slit. I sat on the round stool and gently took her warm hand, tugging her right hand on the bottom bodice of her navel-skimming shirt. I pressed my hand onto her rounded shoulder instead and continued to press down hard until I could clearly see the cut on her neck, then I poked my head out and gently used the tip of my tongue to add to the cut across her throat.
She gently pushed back against me and asked me softly, somewhat shyly, "What?"
Perhaps worried about disturbing Kiger, who was concentrating on her ink, she glanced cautiously over at Kiger, but couldn't bear to say no. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, a blush rising to her white cheeks, her shy red eyes blinking at me.
I pressed my hand against her as hard as I could, and it was soft and slippery. I said, "Don't move. Old Kulu said I have the ability to make wounds heal faster, and my werewolf 'self-healing' ability won't scar you yet. It's just that I don't have the power of my bloodline to use it freely, so using the tip of my tongue will make you feel better faster... We've kissed and we're still afraid I'll lick your neck?"
"Don't talk nonsense here, go back, okay?" Katrina fled like the wind when I said that and hid further away, and nudged Kiger over there, indicating that I should not disturb Kiger's work.
I turned to the writing board and used the carving pen to practise carving the magic spell called 'Gathering Fire' from the scrapbook on a piece of leather the size of my palm, reading the points carefully. When I returned to the caravan in the evening to get some rest, I was surprised when Kiger came to make this magic scroll called 'Gathering Fire', and asked Kiger: "Aren't you already an apprentice wizard with an awakened magic pool, why aren't you making it yourself?
Kiger pulled out the waste bin under the workbench and complained bitterly to me that he had scrapped a lot of magical parchment all night, but hadn't made a single decent scroll, and that he thought the structure was only a few simple strokes, but still couldn't make it. I said I could try, but I couldn't guarantee that I would be able to do it, and I might even run out of magic power halfway through. When I said that my magic could only last for ten minutes or so, Kiger hesitated, but when he saw the materials on the workbench, he said, "Let's consider it practice.
Although Kiger was a magician's apprentice, her magical perception and manipulation were not good, but she was very fond of inscribers, and after awakening her magic pool, she studied inscription with a famous master, but after studying for more than two months, the master inscriber finally gave up on Kiger and said, "I'll introduce you to a magical potion master, you can learn to make magical potions! Kiger couldn't understand it at first, but then the master inscriber finally told the truth for the sake of Kiger's father: "Kiger, you are a careful and willing learner, and your comprehension and learning ability are excellent, but being an inscriber depends on your ability to manipulate the magical elements precisely, and you don't have the talent for that, so you should study magic potions instead.
But after a period of systematic training in the Academy's dance club, Kiger discovered during a chance rehearsal that his balance and co-ordination had improved and his magical manipulation had gradually strengthened. Gadisha studied dance with him. The director of the Academy had talked to Kiger more than once about this, saying that practicing dance could only improve magical control to a very limited extent, but Kiger, who wanted to learn inscription at that time, would not listen to the director's words.
I don't think we would have met if it hadn't been for Kiger's capricious trip.
"You're not a wizard?" Katrina asked, crouching beside me, her hands on her chin as she gazed at me, sitting in a high chair and reading intently.
I didn't take my eyes off the three pages of basic spell detailing and just let out a throaty, "Eh!"
"So, do you know any magic?" Katrina asked curiously.
I turned my head to look at her with a smirk and said, "Guess what!"
"I don't think so, so why can you make inscriptions, isn't making inscriptions a magician's thing?" Katrina couldn't understand.
She looked at me with a smile on her face, curled up on the floor with her hands on her knees, looked up and blinked with her ruby eyes, then suddenly pursed her lips and said, "How many little girls have you fooled with that story? How many little girls have you fooled with this story, telling it with such skill!"
I said bitterly, "We don't have a single female mosquito in our caravan, so what the hell am I going to do?"
I didn't want Katrina to know too many secrets that would weigh heavily on her mind, sometimes the less people know about yourself the better it is for the protection of those around you. Singh pushed his way in, holding a neatly cut stack of magical antelope parchment, each piece cut into palm-sized squares as I had requested, very neatly. There were six stacks in the wooden tray, each with at least ten sheets. Singh put the tray in front of me and kicked Katrina, who was sitting on the floor slacking, right in the round buttocks, causing her to whimper and look at Singh with a pitying, aggrieved look and say, "Sister Singh, why are you kicking me?"
"Get out of here when you've done what you need to do and do what you need to do, do you expect to stay for breakfast?" Singh bent down spiritedly, tugged Katrina's little ear with one hand, and dragged Katrina out of Kiger's room like a pampered puppy, saying to me as she closed the door, "There's tea on the table, drink it yourself if you're thirsty. If you need to call us, just tug on the rope in the corner."
Kiger was a total workaholic, and she was so absorbed in the tedious task of preparing magic potions that she didn't even hear about anything else going on around her. I sat bored in a high chair with her carving knife, carving fire spells on ordinary parchment, and when I got bored, I started to pick up the magical antelope parchment that Singh had sent over. I looked in fascination at the natural texture of the magical parchment and imagined where I would have made the first cut with a carving knife. The parchment was cut from the trimmings of the parchment, presumably saved from Uncle Fred's leather-making days, and although each piece was small, they were just right for my needs. The inscriber uses the ink that contains the magic power to engrave the magic pattern on the magical parchment, and it is only the ink that contains the magic energy that is drawn into the magical structure and stored on the magical parchment. The ink, the parchment, and the magical array make up the three most important parts of the scroll. Some of the more advanced scrolls also use some magical crystals as their core, like the water gathering array in the caravan which has a core of crushed magical crystals.
The only sounds in the room were the rustling of the grinder, the clattering of glass bottles and the stirring of the stirring stick in the liquid. I was sitting in my chair dozing when I heard a clear, sweet laugh in my ear saying, "Oh, Ja, wake up soon. I've had a hard time getting a bottle of Primary Moonlight Ink ready, so don't fall asleep! If it gets cold the magic will dissipate!"
I barely managed to open my eyes to see Kig sitting beside me, shaking my arm, a teapot-sized beaker with half a cup of thick greenish-blue liquid bubbling over the heater on the worktop behind her. I could feel the magic emanating from the liquid from a distance of two meters, and the thought that it was evaporating rapidly immediately sobered me up, shaking my head vigorously to clear it and grumbling to Kiger, "Why didn't you wake me up a moment earlier?"
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