A few hours later, Victor saw that his mana bar was only nine-tenths left, and finally gave up the idea of using up his mana.
Now, he really believed that Vega was a god.
Vega nodded with satisfaction, perhaps Victor's actions satisfied his curiosity.
"It's really interesting. Should I let you stay for a few more hours so that I can figure out how you cast spells?"
Victor expressed silent protest to Vega.
Seeing Victor's expressionless face, it gave up.
'That's enough. What are your plans next? Are you going to stay in this backyard all day?'
Its deep eyes stared at Victor, as if it was trying to figure out some other secrets from him.
"Go buy some stuff at the market."
Victor said this indifferently, but the crow still stayed on his shoulder and refused to fly away.
'I'll continue to follow you and see what you buy.'
After hearing what Vega said, Victor let out a sigh 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?"
When the shop owner sees someone buying something, he naturally rushes out to greet the customer.
Victor knocked on the table and said softly, "Lizard dragon tail, harpy feather, beetle shell...give me a bag of all these thirty kinds of materials."
"Good! This guest is really generous."
The shop owner responded while counting all the materials Victor ordered.
"There are thirty bags of various materials here. Do you want someone to deliver them to your home?"
Victor waved his hands and rubbed the rings on his fingers, and suddenly all the materials disappeared.
Seeing this, the owner's smile became even more exaggerated.
"Haha, the guest 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 shop 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 ring. The ring on his hand was just a decoration. He put it directly into the player's special backpack. Even Vega didn't understand his operation.
Vega spread his wings and spoke into Victor's ear in a hoarse voice like a crow.
Victor just listened quietly, his concentration focused on the various props that could be made that flashed before his eyes.
I bought a lot of materials just to make the props needed in the early stages of the game.
According to the original setting of the game, every player of any profession has an extremely rich and specific synthesis book. As a player, Victor can naturally adjust these pictures at will.
Victor returned to his residence with all the materials in satisfaction, went into the basement of the mansion, and dug out a pile of glass bottles from some corners.
'What do you want to do?'
Vega's heart was trembling on his shoulder, and his intuition told him that Victor was going to do something again.
God's intuition is very accurate. Victor was seen kneading various materials together with his hands. Light continued to be released from his palms, and the crackling sound gradually became louder.
'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 hear a word it said, but became even more excited.
After a burst of bright light, the empty bottles on the table were filled with red liquid. Vega looked at the many healing potions in front of him and couldn't help but complain:
"You are really different from ordinary people. How can making healing potions be as dangerous as making bombs?"
Victor chuckled, stared at the pile of red potion introductions in front of him and nodded.
[Recovery Potion (Small)]: Can restore 300 health points at a time.
Sure enough, the digital representation of props is the best way to make Victor feel at ease.
Vega looked at the pile of healing potions on the table, a faint blue light flickering in his one eye.
The red potion is slightly black, and the darker the red, the stronger the therapeutic effect.
Vega jumped off his shoulder, flew to the table, uncorked a bottle and poured it into his mouth.
It felt dazed for a moment, 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 enough to rival the low-level healing magic of the healing goddess. Is there some kind of divine power hidden in this kid?"
On second thought, it's not a bad thing that Victor has this ability. Anyway, I have signed a contract with him, so I can be considered to have a relatively powerful prop master.
Vega suddenly asked him: "Would you like to consider selling some? This quality will definitely make a lot of money."
Victor shook his head and refused. He wanted to keep these things for himself and he was not short of money, so there was no need for them 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 is something that even a master prop maker cannot do.
Could it be that what he awakened was actually a one-in-a-million creation spell?
It was just attracted by the human soul, but now, he can't understand Victor anymore.
As a mage, magic potions are definitely more important than healing potions.
Although Vega has a plug-in that allows him to increase his mana infinitely, helping him doesn't mean he wants nothing in return, and Victor doesn't 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]
As his level increased, Victor stopped rubbing the potion and saw some new items appearing on his item production bar.
He looked up at Vega on the table without saying a word.
The crow was a little flustered by his gaze, 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]
"I need a magic stone."
He still remembered clearly that the magic stone was a relatively rare item that could record videos and store words, and could even be used to store magic.
However, the magic power in the magic stone will gradually dissipate. Some people have tried to put magic into the magic stone and use it as a bomb, but failed.
Magic Stone is extremely expensive. If you have that much wealth, you might as well make a few real bombs.
After accumulating enough materials, prepare to start synthesizing props.
The material immediately turned into a mixture of liquid and began to solidify at a speed visible to the naked eye. The outline of a glove appeared, with several transparent magic stones inlaid on it.
A one-handed fingerless glove appeared in front of Victor.
Crow shuddered again: "You can synthesize equipment with your bare hands?"
Victor didn't want to pay attention to him and just stared at the gloves in front of him.
It is inlaid with several transparent magic stones, which are transparent and flawless.
[Hand of the Mage]: A second-level crafting item that can store six types of magic with different attributes. It can be quickly activated and released without any pre-swing.
This item can be used to deal with some emergency situations and is a must-have equipment for mage players in the early stages.
He used his magic power to slowly inject magic of various attributes into the magic stone on the glove.
Every time one is injected, the transparent magic stone changes color.
As Victor continued to inject various magics, the magic stones took on different colors, and he finally stopped.
Vega was no longer surprised when he saw this scene, and said to him: "Magic that can store various attributes? And it doesn't need to be chanted? Would you like to tell us how such a good thing was made?"
There was a crazy blue flame flashing in its single eye, and Victor just shook his head as he looked at it eagerly.
"confidential."
"How stingy."
Vega complained that he didn't expect that he, an evil god, would actually ask a human for knowledge.
If I tell my colleagues about this, I'll be laughed at to death.
Victor ignored him simply because his secret as a player could not be exposed.
Once his skill of making props with bare hands gets out, it might attract some bad guys to investigate, and then things will be troublesome.
Even for my own sake, I have to think about it more.
"My Lord, Miss Gwen is here."