The scene at the auction would undoubtedly not be the amicable spectacle of seated bidders eagerly raising offers, should Niya produce the esteemed-level of magical blueprints.
Instead, it would devolve into chaotic scenes of participants scrambling to wield weapons and seize the advantage, with severed limbs and appendages flying through the air. Gradually, it would draw in experts from across the city and even the entire eastern province, akin to casting a bucket of blood into a shark-infested waters.
Niya would undoubtedly be apprehended by various influential factions and subjected to rigorous interrogation regarding the origins of such esteemed-level magic.
Contemplating this, Niya shook her head abruptly. "Forget it, you continue with your drawing."
Even if she were impoverished, she couldn't bring herself to sell sovereign-level magic, unless the day arrived when her power was formidable enough to instill fear and awe in others.
"Surely you have a few copper coins here?" Yann inquired, resembling a great mathematician as he diligently sketched magical blueprints.
The fluency with which he crafted seventh-tier magical blueprints was a rare talent in Niya's realm.
"We do have some copper coins..." Niya retrieved several dozen from beneath her pillow, albeit truly only a few dozen.
What could a few dozen copper coins accomplish? They could be depleted in less than five days' worth of meals!
"After I finish drawing, let's go buy two black cloaks," Yann suggested, recalling a story he had seen in the news in his previous life: "Winning a grand prize, wearing a mask to claim it."
One must have a heart to harm and a mind to guard against harm!
One could not blame Yann for his cautiousness, only the nature of the world.
"Alright." Niya nodded, then stepped on Yann's tentacle, watching him draw magical blueprints with great interest.
To those unfamiliar with magic, magical blueprints were nothing more than a pile of cryptic and intricate patterns, lacking a starting point or an end. Moreover, a single magic blueprint often required dozens or even hundreds of sheets of paper to draw, making it impossible for those without systematic magical education to grasp.
Although Niya had made no progress in practical magic, she could rightfully be called a genius in magical studies!
Yann's "Death Touch" was immensely powerful, but similarly, its comprehension difficulty was exceptionally high. Ordinary seventh-tier mages could not hope to fully grasp this magic. Even those on the verge of breaking through to the eighth tier would find it quite challenging to study.
However, it was incredible that Niya not only understood it but also found it fascinating.
"Little beauty, can you comprehend it?" Yann asked curiously after completing the final drawing, seeing Niya holding a sheet of paper and examining it with interest.
He hadn't drawn a first-tier fireball spell, so how could she understand it at a glance?
"I can understand it..." Niya's eyes remained fixed on the paper.
"Then tell me, where does this magic begin and end?" Yann couldn't believe that the magic he had drawn could be so easily deciphered.
Wasn't this insulting his dignity as a sovereign lich?
"It starts here." Niya spread out a blueprint she had examined on the table and pointed to one of the nodes.
Niya's soft bosom pressed against the chair, her body just a few inches away from Yann's, but Yann was not in the mood to tease her at the moment.
"Is it really here? How did you find out?" Yann exclaimed in surprise.
Deciphering magical blueprints was like solving an advanced mathematical problem, the greatest challenge being the beginning—how to find the right approach and seize the breakthrough point!
"Just take a look, isn't it easy to find?" Niya looked at Yann, puzzled why he would ask such a question.
"...," Yann's response was silence.
Niya had no idea how remarkable her talent was, able to see through magical blueprints at a glance. Niya's talent was unquestionable, but she lacked a bit in magical power. It was akin to a peerless swordsman losing both hands.
"Did you have magic power since you were young, but no matter how much you practiced, it never increased?" Yann asked.
Niya hadn't told Yann about this, but Yann had deduced it himself.
"How did you know?" Niya thought for a moment, realizing she hadn't told Yann about this.
"As I suspected..." Yann sighed, "I mentioned before, due to the seal within you, the curse on me will first erode your seal and then your soul. Before the seal is completely eroded, you won't have any problems."
Yann emphasized the word "seal," wondering why Niya hadn't understood yet.
"So you mean, my power has also been sealed by someone else? So no matter how much I practice, it's useless?" Niya had previously doubted why she couldn't cultivate magic power. "Has all the magic power I've absorbed leaked out?"
The process of gathering and absorbing magic power was very normal, even several times faster than ordinary people.
However, she couldn't store magic power within her body. She was like a bottomless wine barrel, no matter how much wine was poured into it, it would spill onto the ground.
Niya had consulted many teachers in various academies before, but they all gave the same answer: "There is no place in your body to store magic power. It is impossible for your magic power to increase in this lifetime."
"Exactly, the seal in your body not only seals your soul but also seals your magic power. All the magic power you've absorbed is gathered in the seal, without any leakage. In fact, it's not that you can't store magic power within yourself, but that there's a problem with the storage location." Yann was like a seasoned clinical doctor, instantly identifying the root of the problem.
What was a difficult problem to solve in the eyes of teachers was child's play for Yann.
"Yann!" Niya held Yann's soft body in her hands. "You must have a solution, right? You must have a way to solve the problem!"
Niya couldn't help but be excited. Yuan Hong's problem had plagued her for more than a decade. It could be said that the reason Niya was bullied in the academy was because she couldn't cultivate magic power. No matter how hard she tried, she was only a first-rate. She had talent but no qualifications!
But Yann had instantly identified the root of her problem, and although Yann seemed unreliable, his true identity was that of a sovereign powerhouse! Dealing with such trivial matters was a breeze for him.
Yann felt like the protagonist in a novel, with a sealed power within her, and he was the cheat device that helped the protagonist...
Next, Yann proposed several solutions in succession.