"Ah... ah..." Yann's speech, shaken by Niya, was somewhat unclear. "There are indeed methods, and quite a few of them, but the premise is that you can stop shaking me. Every time you do, my mind starts to blur, and when it's blurry, I can't remember what I could remember!"
Niya stopped shaking. "Ah, sorry, I got a bit too excited."
"By the way, if you shake me against my chest, maybe I could think of even more things!" Yann pushed for more.
Hearing this, Niya started shaking Yann again. "I'll stick to what I did before."
"I'm very sorry, I was just kidding! Now, let me speak!"
Niya slammed Yann onto the table like a piece of cloth. Yann's soft body turned into a sticky liquid the moment it touched the table, then quickly returned to normal.
Yann's body structure was very peculiar, able to become solid or liquid-like. It could shrink to a cloth or enlarge to support armor.
"Cough... Actually, there are many methods to allow you to store magic. The simplest one is to find an expert to directly break the seal. Hmm, breaking your seal would probably require the intervention of a royal-level individual."
"That's supposed to be simple?" Niya's head got a sweatdrop. Was it easy to find a royal-level expert? Besides, even if found, what reason would they have to help her?
"Ah, I forgot I'm no longer a sovereign." Yann began to revel in his past glory. "Another way is to find some special items or use other seals to break the seal. This is more complicated because it requires many precious materials."
Precious materials. Niya, who couldn't even afford a sword, where would she get money for precious materials?
"Are there any other methods?"
Yann thought for a moment.
"There is another way, a more unconventional one. Since you can't store magic inside you, find another item to store it."
"..." Niya had thought of this method naturally, and more than once.
However, the cost was just too high. There were tools in the world that could store magic, but they were all naturally formed, attributeless magic cores, gemstones extracted from precious veins. Even an average person couldn't afford one!
Magic cores were graded from one to nine, even including esteemed-level ones. A first-grade core could store the magic of a first-grade mage, a second-grade core could store the magic of a second-grade mage, and so on. Esteemed-grade cores could store the magic of a esteemed-level mage.
Unlike other elemental cores, attributeless magic cores could safely absorb magic. But they were like disposable batteries - they could only be charged once, maybe a few more times if they were of better quality. Overcharging them would damage the core!
Yet, even so, these attributeless cores attracted countless mages, because having one meant doubling your magic in a fight! The price of such an item could be imagined!
The key was - whether attributeless or elemental, these magic cores were beyond the reach of a destitute Niya!
"You're basically saying nothing, aren't you!" Niya threw Yann at the wall like a sandbag. "If I could afford an attributeless core, I'd have bought one already."
Yann hit the wall with a thud, a pitiful sight for a former sovereign powerhouse, now being abused by a first-grade human girl. If the colleagues of the undead world saw this, they would surely have a good laugh.
"Who said anything about buying an attributeless core? My point is, I can make such an item myself." Yann leaned against the wall, slowly wriggling. "Since you don't want it, forget it, I don't feel like making it anyway."
"No, no, can't I admit I was wrong? I won't treat you like that again." Niya picked Yann up from the ground, but of course, not against her chest.
"Mm-hmm... Let's go sell the blueprints now. If we have money, we can make it."
Without rice, even the cleverest housewife couldn't cook. Though Yann knew how to make it, the prerequisite was having materials.
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Sacred Heart City, the provincial capital of the Eastern Province, was laid out in a Western architectural style. Street vendors were everywhere, and two people wearing black trench coats, one tall and one short, quickly moved through the crowd and stopped in front of the auction house.
Such attire wasn't particularly strange before a auction, as those carrying valuable items often dressed oddly to prevent their identities from being remembered.
Therefore, the registration staff at the auction house didn't pay much attention to the two of them, just handed over a piece of paper and asked Yann to fill it out according to the requirements.
After filling it out, Yann handed the paper over. Niya filled it out for him.
"Let me take a look..." The clerk took the paper and glanced at it.
When he scanned the section on grade, his mouth opened wide enough to fit an apple.
The clerk rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then, with a respectful look, glanced at the two black-clad individuals, bowed respectfully, and ran to the manager's office.
This auction item was too precious, beyond the scope of his little clerk's involvement!
A seventh-grade dark magic structure diagram! It was as valuable as any item ever auctioned by their auction house. It could be said to be a precious treasure that hadn't appeared in years! Especially in the modern era where dark magic was scarce, having a seventh-grade dark magic structure diagram was like finding an oasis in the desert!
Yann and Niya sat in their seats waiting for a moment, then the door was opened by a fat man in formal attire. Behind him was an old man with a white beard dressed like a mage.
"Hello, esteemed guests. I'm Charlie, the manager of this auction house." The fat man extended his hand to Yann in a friendly and respectful manner.