I stood at my workbench clutching a black wooden-handled magic carving knife with a blade only two centimetres long and made of secret silver. At the tip of the blade is a groove that runs up to the wooden handle, where the magical ink is stored. With my sleeves slightly rolled up, I held the magic carving knife in my hand and meditated on the simple structure of the fire-gathering spell and the main points of drawing it, gazing at the magical parchment, extending my magical senses in a moment when I had never felt so profoundly alive in the world around me.
The moonlight ink stirred in the glass and continued to generate magical power, which formed a bubble that rushed to the surface of the ink and emanated into the air, making the sound of 'popping' bubbles that kept breaking. I could even feel the magical energy contained in this bottle of moonlight ink was like a tidal wave, the raging energy constantly hitting the ink itself, causing the excess magical energy to dissipate a little. I thought that if I waited until the magical energy in this glass of moonlight ink had subsided, it would be the last moment when the ink's magic would dissipate.
The palm-sized parchment was spread flat on the wooden table, and the delicate texture of the parchment let me know that Kiger had gone through the pallet of parchment to find a piece of parchment with such a fine texture and without any dark wounds, knowing that the standard of leather-making seriously affects the quality of a good parchment. A good parchment not only has a fine and smooth surface, but also requires that the skin maker's knife must not hurt the parchment in the process of making it. Otherwise, once the knife has left a dark wound on the parchment, when the carving knife is carving the structure of the magic pattern, once the knife passes over the dark wound on the parchment, it will directly lead to the failure of the scroll due to the dissipation of magic power.
I could see with my magical perception that the parchment in front of me did not have any dark wounds in the skin, and the pattern was fine and even. I raised my hand and dipped my magic carving knife into the moonlight ink and used it to gather a faint magic power on the tip of my pen, that fine magic power calmed the magic potion on the tip of my pen, and I intended to draw out the magic pattern spell in one stroke.
Well, it's fair to say that this was the moment I found a familiar feeling from my previous life, something that felt like something I was born with, a familiarity that I felt every time I held the carving pen. I don't think it will take me long to forget that I was once a chef of cold food platters, that I had practised the habit for three years, that I may no longer be able to peel a radish on a vegetable case with a kitchen knife, that I may no longer have a cooking knife to carve a radish into a purple rose, but that I can still hold the knife steady and can still run and carve intricate curves with ease.
The moment the magic carving knife fell, my senses followed the ink on the tip of the pen into the magical parchment. I could clearly feel the magical power surging through the ink, and I had to use my own weak magical power to maintain the smoothness of the ink, and to change the weight of the brush at any time, so that the lines of magic could meet the requirements of the detailing.
This requires the inscriber to make no mistakes when inscribing a magical formation, otherwise the whole process will be ruined. I had been looking at this pattern for several days, and I had even studied every single point carefully, so I was more careful at every difficult point. When my magic pen finished the last stroke on the parchment, I gently withdrew my arm and let out a long breath.
At this moment, there was already a simple but slightly distorted magic pattern on the parchment, and just as the pattern was completed, a gentle fire elemental power poured out from the whole scroll. At this moment I withdrew my magical senses and sat down on my chair with a sigh of relief.
"It's done?" Kiger exclaimed with disbelief, then held the scroll carefully in his hands and slowly rolled it into a coil, with a piece of marjoram tied up, and the magic scroll, which looked more like a brown rice scroll, was officially completed. The whole scroll was only ten centimetres long and was rolled into a thumb-thick paper scroll, making it very small.
I didn't expect to succeed in making the scroll for the first time, but I could not help but smile bitterly as I felt almost two-thirds of my magic power had been drained from my body: the magic value in my body was still pitifully low! I took out my handkerchief and wiped the sweat from my face, only to find that my hair was already damp, and looked down to see that my front bodice was already soaked through with sweat, and was cold and sticky against my body.
Kiger's face was like a blooming lily, her eyes full of laughter as she gave me a fierce hug and then said to me cheerfully, "I told you, how come my ink doesn't work well, it's obviously because those poor inscribers don't act themselves! My magic ink is not a problem, haha. I want to go back to school and smash those bastards in the face with a magic scroll, then I'll tell them loud and clear, to hell with it!"
I struggled to escape Kiger's embrace, grabbed my teacup and took a big sip of water, wiped my sleeve hard across my mouth, then turned my head and stood at my workbench again to pick up my magic carving knife and said to Kiger, "We can draw two more before the magic in the ink evaporates." ,
"Eh, eh. When you can't draw anymore, we'll go test the power of the magic scroll!" Kiger said with gusto from the sidelines.
The second magic scroll succeeded again when my magic value dried up, and I clearly felt the 'warmth' magic formation in my body flicker slightly, each flicker of the warmth magic formation in my body represented a little bit of experience, the magic skill of 'warmth' was I didn't know how many flashes it would take for the warmth magic in my body to reach level four.
I sat down on the oiled pine floor and let myself go into a meditative state to recover my body's magic value as quickly as possible, and after fifteen minutes, my body's magic returned to full overflow. Well! Although Sister Gogo had taught me that meditation was the most basic magic to restore magical value, it was not so counter-intuitive that it could completely restore the magical value in a magician's body in just fifteen minutes. I was able to recover to a full overflow state only because I simply could not store more mana value in my body.
The third and fourth magic scrolls kept being drawn out by me.
Kiger asked me a little strangely, "Is the success rate of making magic scrolls that high? Ka."
"Ah! Maybe, I'm not too sure about this, maybe because this magic scroll structure is too simple?" I said uncertainly.
The magical array of warmth hidden inside my body flickered again as I continued to use meditation to recover my magical power. Looking at the stack of fire gathering magic scrolls on the table, Kig finally couldn't help but say to me, "Ka, let's make a little 'Frost' scroll next, it's supposed to be a powerful ice magic scroll, it's hard just by looking at the magic pattern."
I also said with a bit of excitement as my confidence was swelling like never before due to my success in making back-to-back fire gathering magic scrolls, "Let's give it a try then!"
At the last corner, my carving knife faltered slightly, and before I could even control the magic power on the tip of my pen, I felt that the tip of my pen was no longer under my control, and my hand was pushed aside by an invisible force, and a black smoke came out from the magical parchment on the table, which had half of the magical scrolls drawn on it, and the half-completed magical scrolls suddenly burst into flames on the magical parchment. I didn't know what to do, I was worried that the fire caused by the magic scroll would burn down the magic caravan, and while the fire was still small, I wanted to jump on it and put it out with my body, but Kiger chased after me and pulled me back and said, "What's wrong with you, aren't you afraid of being burned?"
My body was already leaning excessively, so I pressed my left hand against the burning parchment as Kiger tugged on it, and I quickly withdrew my hand with a "bang". Kiger was quicker, picking up a towel and pouring the whole pot of tea over it, and covering the parchment with the wet towel, the fire was extinguished.
"Well, come on, let me see!" Kiger greeted Singh as he hugged me in a hurry and reached out to tug on the bell rope in the corner.
I didn't actually feel much of a burn, it was just the habit I'd had over the years that made me scream out loud in a panic that made me lose control of myself as I pressed my hand above the flames. It was only when I pulled my hand back that I realised the burn was not too bad, only a faint red mark, and it felt a little flaming.
Singh heard the bell ringing and padded up in his semi-sheer silk pyjamas and a jacket, pushing the door open and asking what we needed.
"Get the medicine for the burns, Ka got burned by the fire!" Kig said loudly to Singh, but after grabbing my hand for a closer look, she gave me a somewhat confused look and then turned to Singh and said, "Oh, Ka seems to be fine, you go to bed!"
"Oh, okay! Call me if you need anything." Sister Singh inexplicably walked away.
Kiger looked at my hand over and over again several times before finally putting it down and saying, "How can your hand be okay?"
I thought for a moment and said, "Old Kuru told me it was probably caused by those Burning End fruits that have been burning me inside my body for the past two years, causing my body to develop resistance to the fire attribute! Sorry for burning your test bench black!"
Kiger scratched the tip of my nose and said with a smile, "You're not hurt, the table won't burn, and even if it does, you can't jump on it. I thought you were just a funny, cute, story-telling, understanding, cooking child, but I didn't realise you had a lot of secrets. Don't reveal that you were born a wizard, you probably don't know how many people are enthralled by your magical perception."
Then she regretfully threw away the tattered and scrapped magical parchment and asked me, "Unfortunately, the scroll failed this time, do you still dare to come?"
I said, "Sure, I'll see how powerful 'Frost' really is! Rest up and just try doing it again."
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