A few hours later, Victor saw that his mana bar was only 90% left, and finally gave up the idea of exhausting his mana.
Now, he really believed that Vega was a god.
Vega nodded with satisfaction, perhaps because Victor's operation satisfied its curiosity.
'It's really interesting, should I let you stay for a few more hours so that I can figure out the secret of your spell casting. '
Victor protested silently to Vega.
Seeing Victor's expressionless face, it also gave up.
'That's it, what are your plans next? Are you going to stay in this backyard for a day? '
Its deep eyes stared at Victor, and it seemed that it didn't forget to see some other secrets from him.
"Go to the market to buy something. "
Victor said indifferently, but the crow still lingered on his shoulder and refused to fly away.
'I'll continue to follow you and see what you will buy.'
After listening to Vega, Victor exhaled and called the servants to prepare the carriage.
....
Victor walked into the store and looked at the dazzling array of materials. He walked straight to a counter.
"What do you want to buy?"
The owner saw someone buying something and naturally came out to greet the customer.
Victor knocked on the table and said softly: "Lizard dragon tail, harpy feathers, beetle shells... give me a bag of all these thirty kinds of materials."
"Okay! This customer is really generous."
The owner responded while counting all the materials ordered by Victor.
"There are a total of thirty bags of various materials here. Do you want someone to deliver them to your home? "
Victor waved his hand and rubbed the ring on his hand, and all the materials disappeared immediately.
The owner saw this and smiled even more exaggeratedly.
"Haha, the customer really has a treasure."
"You must come again next time!"
After Victor left, the clerk approached and asked the owner: "Boss, who is this person?"
The owner knocked him and said sternly: "Don't ask, he is wearing such a high-end storage ring, his identity must be extraordinary! "
Only Victor knew that he didn't have any storage rings. The ring on his hand was just a decoration. He put it directly into the player's backpack. Even Vega didn't understand his operation. Vega spread his wings and spoke in Victor's ear with a hoarse voice that was characteristic of a crow.
Victor just listened quietly. He focused on the various props that could be made in front of him.
A lot of materials were purchased just to make the props needed in the early stage of the game.
The original setting of the game is that every player and any profession has an extremely rich and specific synthesis book. As a player, Victor can naturally call out these pictures at will.
Victor returned to his residence with all the materials and went into the basement of the mansion. He searched for some corners. A bunch of glass bottles came out.
'What do you want to do? '
Vega, who was on his shoulder, was trembling in his heart, and his intuition told him that Victor was going to do something again.
The intuition of the gods was very accurate. He only saw Victor's hands gradually rubbing various materials together, and the palms of his hands continued to release light, and the crackling sound gradually increased.
'What are you doing? Stop it! '
Vega felt that he was going crazy. What was he doing in the basement? Making gunpowder?
Victor didn't listen to a word of it, but became more excited.
After a burst of strong light, the empty bottles on the table were filled with red liquid. Vega looked at so many healing potions in front of him, and couldn't help complaining a few words:
'You are really different from ordinary people. How can making healing potions be as dangerous as making bombs. '
Victor said lightly With a smile, he stared at the pile of red potions in front of him and nodded.
[Recovery Potion (Small)]: Can restore 300 health points at a time.
Sure enough, the digital embodiment of the props is the best way to make Victor feel at ease.
Vega looked at the pile of healing potions on the table, and a faint blue light flashed in his one eye.
The red potion was slightly black. The thicker the red, the stronger the healing effect.
Vega jumped away from his shoulder, flew to the table, took off a bottle stopper and poured it into his mouth.
It felt dazed, smacked its beak, and looked at Victor again:
'Did you really make this potion yourself? '
Victor admitted it, but Vega fell into deep thought.
'What's wrong with this kid? The concentration and effect of the healing potion are completely enough Low-level healing magic comparable to that of the goddess of healing. Could it be that this kid has some divine power hidden in him? '
On second thought, it's not a bad thing that Victor has this ability. Anyway, he has signed a contract with him, so he can be considered to have a relatively powerful prop master.
Vega suddenly asked him: 'Do you want to consider selling some? This quality will definitely make a lot of money. '
Victor shook his head and refused. These things are for his own use. He is not short of money, so there is no need for this at the moment.
His hands instantly released a dazzling blue light, and he made a bunch of magic potions in the same way.
Every time he saw Victor making a prop, Vega always felt a little shocked in his heart.
Making props with bare hands, even a master prop master cannot do it.
Could it be that he actually awakened a one-in-a-million creation spell?
It was just attracted by the soul of this human, but now, he is increasingly unable to understand Victor.
As a mage, magic potions must be more important than healing potions.
Although Vega has an unlimited mana plug-in, helping does not mean asking for nothing, and Victor does not know what the price is.
It is better to prepare some magic potions. It is better to rely on yourself than on others.
After a while, a voice sounded:
['Manufacturing' skill upgrade, current level: LV2]
With the breakthrough of the level, Victor stopped rubbing the potion and saw some new things appearing on his prop production column.
He looked up at Vega on the table and said nothing.
The crow was a little flustered by him until Victor spoke:
"You should be considered a crow."
Vega: "Huh?"
Victor got what he wanted and plucked a black feather from its body.
[Magical creature hair and six magic stones]
"You need magic stones."
He still remembered clearly that magic stones were a relatively rare prop that could record and store some words, and could even be used to store magic.
However, the magic power in the magic stone will gradually fade away. Some people have tried to put magic into the magic stone and use it as a bomb, but failed.
Magic stones are extremely expensive. If you have that much wealth, you might as well make a few real bombs.
After accumulating enough materials, you are ready to start synthesizing props.
The materials suddenly turned into a mixture of liquid and began to solidify at a speed visible to the naked eye. The prototype of a glove appeared, and several transparent magic stones were inlaid on it.
A one-handed fingerless glove appeared in front of Victor.
Crow trembled again: "You kid can synthesize equipment with your bare hands?"
Victor didn't want to pay attention to him, just stared at the glove in front of him.
It was inlaid with several transparent magic stones, transparent and flawless.
[Mage's Hand]: A second-level crafting item that can store six magics of different attributes, which can be quickly activated and released without pre-swing.
This prop can deal with some emergency situations and is a must-have equipment for players with magic skills in the early stage.
He used his magic power to slowly inject magic of various attributes into the magic stones on the gloves.
Every time one was injected, the transparent magic stone changed color.
As Victor continued to inject various magics, the magic stones had different colors, and he finally stopped.
Vega, who was watching this scene, was no longer surprised and said to him: "Can it store magic of various attributes? It doesn't need to be chanted? Such a good thing, do you want to tell me how it was made?"
Its one eye flashed with crazy blue flames, and Victor just shook his head at it eagerly.
"Confidential."
"How stingy."
Vega complained. He didn't expect that he, a dignified evil god, would actually ask a human for knowledge. If he spread it to his colleagues, he would be laughed at.
And Victor ignored him simply because his secret as a player could not be exposed.
Once his technology of making props with his bare hands was spread, it might attract the investigation of some people with ulterior motives, and then things would be troublesome.
Even for yourself, you have to think more about it.
"My Lord, Miss Gwen is here."