But was this a power he could control? Eldrin wavered for the first time.
In the experimental field, the Ironclad Steed's stamina was rapidly depleting, and its speed was obviously slowing down, but it was still much faster than the average Ironclad Steed, and of course its stamina was depleting faster. After knocking over the last obstacle, it was finally exhausted, and with a mournful cry, it fell to the ground, with large balls of white foam spraying from its mouth, and its four hooves twitched a few times before it stopped moving.
Eldrin cried out , not expecting this result, and looked at Master Phileas. The old mage patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be nervous. Ordinary primary agility will only increase the speed by about 30%, and the Runic Construct you made is not perfect, so the speed increase fluctuates between 30% and 50%. The Ironclad Steed's own physique is not strong enough to carry the Runic Construct, but it was forcibly inserted with the Runic Construct for the sake of experiment. If everything is complete, the Runic Construct will not damage the body like this. Now, I think you should have seen how Artificer changes the world."
Eldrin nodded, his heart still pounding and his words completely lost .
"This is a power that can change the world. Use it with caution, especially by you." Master Phileas said meaningfully, and left with Eldrin.
Eldrin was allowed to rest today, and he had to rest. Drawing 'Elementary Agility' kept him in an extremely excited state all night, and his physical strength, energy, and magic power had already been overdrawn. After seeing the effect of his own handmade Runic Construct, he couldn't suppress his excitement. However, after relaxing, Eldrin felt the same degree of fatigue coming over him. It felt like a heavy stone was pressing on his eyelids, and he couldn't open them at all. He wanted to fall asleep on the spot.
Phileas called a duty mage and told him to take two alien warriors to send little Eldrin back to his own residence. After the duty mage left, Phileas thought for a moment, called a student next to him, handed him a purchase order, and asked him to send a box of powerful magic recovery potion and energy recovery potion to Eldrin, and he would keep the bill.
This student was already thirty years old and had followed the master for many years, so his face showed only a slight surprise, but in fact, his heart was already filled with turmoil.
There are only ten bottles in each of the two boxes of medicine, but the potency of the powerful medicine produced by Deepblue is several times stronger than similar medicines outside, and the price is more than ten times. Although Phileas has a very high status in Deepblue and his income matches his status, these two boxes of medicine are equivalent to the master's fixed income for a whole month. You know, Phileas' income is not only used to maintain his own food, clothing, housing and transportation, but also the operation and maintenance of his laboratory, as well as the remuneration of the people working for him, all come from here.
The other younger students nearby could not hide their thoughts. Some were surprised, some were envious, and some were indifferent, but they were a minority.
Runic Construct experiment took up the entire morning. Phileas looked at the magic hourglass and knew that the magic philosophy class in the afternoon was about to begin.
At this moment, the magic teleportation array in the northeast corner of the stands flickered a few times, and Stevenson and Minnie appeared. Seeing Phileas from afar, Stevenson immediately shouted, "Master Phileas, I finally found you!" He, who was always gentle and polite, showed his uncontrollable eagerness and joy.
Stevenson simply ran and stopped in front of Phileas. Although he looked anxious, Stevenson still bowed respectfully. It must be said that his etiquette and demeanor are very outstanding among his peers. Considering his impressive family background and his own outstanding talents, it is even more valuable to be able to do this. Compared with Stevenson, the other two students of His Highness are obviously inferior. Minnie always reveals her pride unconsciously, while Eldrin is arrogant most of the time. Even during the break, Eldrin is concentrating on his notes and handouts, almost ignoring everything around him, which makes many people who want to make friends with him hit a wall.
"Master Phileas! This is a work I created last night out of inspiration. I would like you to appraise it!" Stevenson's tone was filled with eagerness. Although he remained modest, the pride and arrogance in his tone could not be concealed, making people involuntarily curious about what he would come up with. Stevenson carefully opened the enchanted leather box in his hand , took out a regular hexagonal piece of magic beast skin, and handed it to Master Phileas.
This was a dark red animal skin, with a strong glaze smell, dark red blood-like lines and large black spots, indicating that it was taken from an extremely dangerous magical beast: the flaming ground dragon. Ground dragon skin is a standard material for drawing Runic Constructs due to its excellent solid texture and good magic conductivity, and can be used for Runic Constructs below level 2. The dragon skin that Stevenson took out was of excellent quality, obviously beyond the general standard. If it fell into the hands of a skilled Artificer, it could even be used to make a simple level 3 construct.
of the dragon skin in front of me are extremely exquisite, and it is obviously not made by Stevenson. In the center of the dragon skin is a complex magic circle, which is shaped like a clenched iron fist and vertically upwards, and the wild and tyrannical breath blows in the face. From the lines and composition, it can be seen that the artist's skills are very exquisite and skilled. It is quite good by general standards, but for the construction of this magic circle, the technique seems to be a little rough, because this is a magic circle composed of three magic circles, and the requirements for accuracy and macro control are not at the same order of magnitude as ordinary standards. So the magic circle is not complete, but a few corners occasionally arouse flickering and flowing magic light, indicating that it is at least partially effective.
Master Phileas casually glanced at the magic circle on the dragon skin, slightly surprised, nodded, and said, "It turns out to be 'Basic Power', and the completion rate is roughly... 20%. Well, considering your current age and level, it's not bad. The style of Saint Cruz is very obvious on this Runic Construct, and it seems that he is really attentive to your guidance. When Luther comes back, let him take some time to study it and see if there is anything you need to improve."
After saying that, Phileas handed the dragon skin to a student beside him and walked towards the teleportation magic circle . When passing by Stevenson, the old magician stopped, glanced at the young Dragonblood Sorcerer, and said, "Besides, the dragon skin is really good, it's a pity."
Surrounded by several students, Phileas disappeared in the light of the magic circle.
Stevenson stood there, bewildered.
The sky was overcast and the wind was cold.
Stevenson is less than 18 years old and has the blood of a red dragon. Being able to draw a complete Runic Construct is the most important step in an Artificer's life. As long as the completion rate is above 10%, it is only a matter of time before a real Runic Construct is made. It can be said that as long as this step is taken, one can definitely become an Artificer, even if he can only draw elementary magic patterns.
Stevenson is still young, and the last thing he lacks is time. He thought that this work, which took him more than half a month of hard work, the material processing gathered the strength of the entire Solam family, and the total cost of more than one million gold coins, would completely conquer Master Phileas, but he did not expect this result. If this work was handed over to Artificer Saint Cruz, it would definitely receive the highest degree of praise and admiration. However, Phileas Archmage 's indifference and carelessness poured a bucket of cold water on Stevenson's fiery heart, and it was the cold water of Floating Ice Bay.
Who is Luther? Stevenson knew that Luther was a student of Master Phileas, 31 years old, a 13th level great magician, without any special bloodline, and his age and magic power matched, that's all. Even outside of Deepblue , Stevenson would not take such a person seriously. And the work he had worked so hard to complete was casually thrown to his student by Phileas Archmage , and he let such a mediocre waste to guide him? !
Phileas's attitude was like this, so the reaction of His Highness the Legendary Archmage was even more imaginable. Stevenson suddenly felt discouraged, and when he thought of the empty income items on his bills for the past few months, he was even more confused. Is it really so difficult to obtain the Joy of the Legendary Archmage ? What went wrong? You know, even if you don't mention Eldrin, even that rubbish Randolph once had a lot of Joy of the Legendary Archmage .
Stevenson doesn't care about money, he just needs the recognition and inheritance of the Legendary Archmage . And 'Isabella's Joy', as the project name suggests, most directly represents her attitude. If you can't even get 'Isabella's Joy', how can you get the qualification of the Legendary Archmage?
It has been more than half a year since he came to Deepblue . During this time, Stevenson asked himself if he had not slacked off at all. He carefully prepared for every meeting with the Legendary Archmage to show his best side. Some meetings were listed on the schedule, and some encounters were created with a lot of manpower and material resources. He also spent more time on learning and practicing magic than ever before, and the speed of his magic power growth witnessed the results of his efforts. He did a lot of things that he should do, and also did a lot of things that he shouldn't do but he thought were necessary. For example, he spared no effort and used all means to attack his biggest competitor, Eldrin, who was identified by the Legendary Archmage as the "future Saint Forgemaster ." Unfortunately, Eldrin was as closed as a stone, making it almost impossible for him to attack.
In every occasion, Stevenson maintained the most appropriate etiquette and demeanor of a noble son, even if sometimes he wanted to smash the other person's nose. He has a clear understanding of Deepblue 's structure and its operating mode, and knows the temperament, habits and hobbies of every important person. He has successfully won a group of friends and isolated his enemies. Only the last point is a little questionable, because Eldrin has always been lonely.
However, after making unprecedented efforts, Stevenson also experienced unprecedented disappointment. Phileas Archmage 's indifference made him realize that Deepblue was a huge monster. He just thought he knew it very well, but in fact, he didn't even see its full picture clearly. In front of a large number of Archmages , the 17-year-old Dragonblood Sorcerer was nothing, even though he was known as a genius.
What Deepblue lacks the least is talent.
One of Phileas' students was still in the lab cleaning up the place. Seeing Stevenson's pale and blank face, he suddenly felt a little sorry for him, not to mention that he had received quite a few small gifts from Stevenson. Although they were not very rare, they represented care and love, which was especially precious for a direct descendant of a noble like Stevenson.
He greeted Stevenson, then looked around to see if there was anyone around, and then lowered his voice and said, "The teacher is very busy today because Eldrin submitted a Runic Construct this morning. So the teacher spent the entire morning testing the effects of that Runic Construct, and the schedule was disrupted."
Although the student's voice was soft, the words in it exploded in Stevenson's ears like thunder , shaking him so much that he almost couldn't stand.
"Eldrin? Runic Construct? What is it? How complete is it?" Stevenson asked with the last glimmer of hope. His voice suddenly became hoarse, and his hair, which was deliberately messy, became really messy. The few strands of hair on his forehead were soaked with sweat and stuck to his forehead. But he knew very well that the Runic Construct that could be used for testing would be far more complete than his 20% no matter how poor it was.
The student looked at Stevenson sympathetically, pointed to the body of the Ironclad Steed being dragged away by the strongman in the distance, and said, "It's 'Basic Agility'. The degree of completion... is actually meaningless. See that Ironclad Steed? The construct has been made into an insert and installed on it. The experiment was successful, which means that the construct insert only needs a little bit of improvement."
Although he was mentally prepared, the answer he heard was far beyond Stevenson's expectations. Runic Construct has been made into a plug-in, and the test was successful? This is the second level on the road to Artificer, which is to insert the finished Runic Construct into a specific creature. Eldrin easily passed this level, and Stevenson knew what it meant. According to the most relaxed standards, Eldrin can now use the title of Artificer!
This news broke Stevenson's bottom line. Although Eldrin was still a long way from becoming an Artificer who could truly create Arcane Knight, the more terrible thing was that Stevenson had a much longer way to go! Eldrin was only twelve years old, and even if he was one year older, he would still be thirteen!
Stevenson's eyes suddenly went dark. All the hopes, all the future, all the honors and glory seemed to have gone away at this moment, and the huge investment made by the family in him remained as cold and heavy as ever. Stevenson had seen Randolph's fate and laughed at it proudly. But soon, Randolph's today might become his tomorrow.
Stevenson grabbed the student 's hand, and because he was too strong, his nails dug deep into the other's flesh. He asked in a hoarse voice: "Are you sure it's Eldrin? Eldrin.Malificus ? The kid who is not even thirteen years old?!"
The student quietly broke away from Stevenson's hand. He understood Stevenson's mood at the moment, and even more so his loss of composure. Little Eldrin gave everyone a huge shock. Even Phileas Archmage couldn't remain calm, let alone Stevenson?
the Legendary Archmage have long been an open secret, so students in the same field have always been in a relationship of competition and even trampling on each other. Every progress of Eldrin means joy to the teachers who teach him, but it is a heavy blow to the other students of the boss. And Eldrin's achievement this time is so dazzling that this student can't even bear to imagine how heavy the blow Stevenson has suffered. In fact, there is no need to imagine, just look at the panic of the Dragonblood Sorcerer who has never lost his composure at this moment.
As for the minor scratch on his arm, the student didn't take it seriously. Stevenson's small gift was more than enough to make up for the pain dozens of times over. Seeing this young, dazzling, talented Dragonblood Sorcerer, who had also plundered many beautiful girls, so distraught, he could not help but feel a little happy. Just like what Her Highness Isabella often said, "I really can't help but laugh!"
After all, compared to the usually taciturn Eldrin, Stevenson's brilliance is much more dazzling. If he were to fall headfirst into the mud, there would be many more people cheering for him.
Of course, the student didn't really laugh. Instead, he looked at Stevenson with deep sympathy and understanding, said nothing, and just nodded.
For someone like Stevenson, who has been the center of the world around him since childhood, the last thing he needs is sympathy.
The sympathetic look of the student was even more painful than a few slaps on the spot, but Stevenson could not vent his anger and could only reluctantly give a kind smile. However, his face was burning like fire, and all the blood rushed up, and his pale skin showed a strange flush. In fact, the student was also very clear about the role and effect of sympathetic looks.
Since the effect was achieved, the student did not plan to stay any longer. If he stayed any longer, he was afraid that he would really laugh. Isabella was the only one in Deepblue who had no scruples, so she could laugh without restraint. Except for her, everyone else had to consider the time, place, occasion and people around them when they wanted to laugh out loud. Before leaving, the student suddenly remembered something, so he looked around again and quietly put a piece of half-burned skin into Stevenson's hand. Stevenson was not in a hurry to see what he got, but took out a small crystal bottle and gave it to the student as a thank you.
This is a bottle of powerful magic recovery potion. Although it is divided into small bottles, its market price is more than 500 gold coins.
A very satisfying gift! And it was just a reward for the information revealed by the student. I believe that Stevenson, who is so understanding, will definitely express more for the thing he gave him. The student carefully put away the small crystal bottle. The cool, smooth and delicate touch of the bottle made him reluctant to let go of his fingers.
For the student, today was a fruitful day. He witnessed the birth of a miracle, received valuable "little gifts", and there were more "little gifts" on the way, and he was happy. He couldn't expect more! Before stepping into the teleportation magic circle, the student couldn't help but look up at the sky of Floating Ice Bay and thought that the weather today was really good.
Stevenson also looked up at the sky. As far as he could see, there were leaden clouds everywhere, which was a sign that a blizzard was about to come.
Stevenson and Minnie were the only two people left on the grandstand beside the experimental field. Minnie stayed beside the magic circle, and only took a few steps closer to the guardrail when the wrestlers cleared the Ironclad Steed in the field and observed it carefully. Besides, she did not approach when Stevenson was talking to Phileas or talking to the master's students.
"This damn weather!" Stevenson couldn't help but curse. The early spring in Floating Ice Bay was still extremely cold, and the cold wind blew on his sweat-soaked clothes, making Stevenson feel like he had fallen into an ice cave. He opened his palm and looked at the things the student stuffed into him, and his face immediately became even uglier.
It was a piece of half-burnt animal skin, the material was obviously taken from a subspecies of a lizard, and the grade was at least four grades lower than that of the Flame Earth Dragon , and the market price per unit area was more than 1,500 times different. Stevenson was very smart, and naturally immediately realized the student's intention of giving him this piece of skin. Eldrin's elementary agility was drawn on such a barely qualified material.
Everyone knows that the better the materials, the greater the success rate and effectiveness of the magic circle.
As a result, the half-burnt piece of skin in his hand suddenly became extremely heavy, almost impossible to hold. And the distance between Stevenson and Eldrin in his mind was already widened, and because of this half-burnt piece of skin , the distance was more than doubled.
Another gust of cold wind blew, and Stevenson's face turned pale. He suddenly felt that he hated this place, damn weather, damn things, damn people! The only thing he could still feel satisfied with today was that he was still very decent in front of Master Phileas and his students, without being too out of control.
But what's the point? The overall situation has already been lost, so what's the point of winning back one or two points?
Stevenson waved his hand and told Minnie to walk towards the teleportation array . He wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. Minnie suddenly asked casually, "What did he give you just now?"
Stevenson's body froze , and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "It's also a good piece of skin!"