Mage Lord: The Tech Tree is Skewed by Me

The staff making manual comes from the ancient archives, and the scientific instruments also come from the ancient archives.

In summary,

Both are the crystallization of the civilization of our ancestors.

Leon has always been curious about the principles of scientific instruments.

Curious about why this machine, which is just composed of a few broken wooden boards and a few broken stones, can run on its own after being stuffed with a shadow monster.

But now, the previous thoughts have brought new ideas to Leon.

Of course he couldn't get magic materials like dragon essence and blood, phoenix tail feathers, etc. Let alone a small viscount, even if he was the king of Andal Kingdom, he might not be able to get it.

And since the shadow monsters I collected earlier can drive scientific instruments, can they also be used as a unique magic material to make a small and insignificant contribution to the completion of my staff?

Thinking of this, Leon immediately changed his mind, and a shadow monster that had become fat in the ancient archives was instantly held in his hand.

Perhaps it was because he had stayed in the ancient archives where he had food and shelter for a long time. At this time, the shadow monster had already changed from the arrogant look it had when it was captured earlier, and the black mist it had just swallowed was still flowing out of the corners of its mouth.

"Another one is missing..."

Leon couldn't help but shook his head and murmured sadly.

The more shadow monsters there are in the archives, the faster the black fog dissipates, and the faster Leon can access the books and machines stored deep in the archives.

However, both the driving of scientific instruments and the current attempts require the consumption of a limited number of shadow monsters.

Thanks to Leon's accumulation of enough shadow monsters when he was studying in Palma City, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to withstand such consumption.

With quick eyes and quick hands, he stuffed the shadow monster in his hand into the handle.

Then he inserted the antler stick body that he polished by himself into the handle.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the staff in Leon's hand suddenly trembled and made a buzzing sound.

As a warm and hazy luster flashed across the surface of the staff, Leon seemed to feel that he was still connected to the staff in his hand.

Sure enough it can!

Seeing this, Leon suddenly felt happy.

This was an extremely magical feeling, one he had never experienced before when waving the staff.

Leon raised his staff involuntarily,

A gentle wave in the direction of the fireplace in the room.

"Fireball!"

This is the first basic spell that any mage apprentice comes into contact with, and Leon naturally knows it by heart.

But this time,

With Leon singing softly,

A huge fireball with a diameter of nearly thirty centimeters suddenly appeared at the top of the staff, and then quickly rushed towards the fireplace.

"It's over! Misstep!"

Leon shouted crazily in his heart.

In an instant,

The fire in the fireplace suddenly expanded several times,

Along with a roar,

Leon was blasted to the other end of the room in disgrace.

When the guards rushed into the room after hearing the news, they saw the viscount with a face full of ashes and half a black bearskin carpet.

The window of the room has been opened by Leon, and the cold wind that pours into the room in winter is trying to disperse the smoke in the room.

"Cough cough cough..."

Leon couldn't help coughing.

"Lord Viscount, are you okay?" the guards asked in awe.

My master is indeed a mage!

If it were an ordinary person, who would give away their own room?

"Clean up!"

Leon gave a slightly embarrassed warning, and then slipped out smoothly.

If not,

He felt like he might laugh on the spot!

The staffs of the ancestors were truly amazing. Even a small mage apprentice like myself could release a fireball nearly thirty centimeters in diameter!

To know,

Just before he returned to Antolia,

The power of his own fireball spell was only one-fifth of what it is now. At most, it only made the fire in the fireplace burn brighter. .

If not,

He would not use fireball in his room so desperately.

"Behind every successful man, there is a silently dedicated golden finger. The words of the ancient Greek sage Aristotle are true!" Leon couldn't help but admired sincerely.

The guards and waiters were busy cleaning the room, so Leon simply took this opportunity to wander around the city leisurely.

The first snowfall in winter has not yet ended, but the snowflakes falling from the sky have become increasingly sparse.

The midday sun shone brightly on the white and pure snow.

Leon was wrapped in a thick bearskin coat and walked through the rugged streets accompanied by two guards.

Since the snowfall has not stopped, there are almost no people on the street, and most of the pedestrians who occasionally appear on the street corner just pass by in a hurry.

There is no way, the citizens living in this city do not have thick and warm clothes like Leon. Now that the cold winter is coming, sitting around the fire at home to keep warm is the norm.

Wait, warm up?

for a time,

Leon couldn't help but cast his gaze on the rows of wooden houses in front of him.

Houses are densely packed one next to another, and bundles of firewood and hay are piled haphazardly in the corners of the streets.

The previous fireball technique made Leon particularly sensitive to thoughts related to fire. Looking at the city in front of him again, Leon's face instantly became a little ugly.

If something happens to someone while heating...

Leon had no doubt;

The raging sea of ​​​​fire will definitely extend to the entire street, and even the entire city!

"What if there's a fire?"

Leon suddenly asked the guard beside him.

"It depends on whether it was intentional or unintentional. If it was intentional, he would definitely be beaten to death. If it was unintentional, just rebuild it, but it only takes three to five days."

The answer given by the guard was quite straightforward, but it was also true.

Common people in this era have no wealth. Their greatest wealth is themselves.

But even so,

The price you can sell it for is only three to five escudos at most, and your descendants will be serfs for generations to come.

"This won't work."

Leon couldn't help frowning and said.

This is not all for the sake of the people, but more for myself.

Fires will kill people and reduce the number of people in the territory.

Only when the population is large can he be called a lord, otherwise he can only be regarded as a mere commander.

not to mention,

His lord's castle is almost surrounded by civilian areas, and more money bags like textile workshops will surely stand in the future.

If one day it is burned down by a raging fire, it will be too late to regret it.

"Go back to the castle, and also ask Todd to come see me immediately!"

Leon said in a deep voice.

He felt the need to add some kind of insurance to his own safety.

for example,

It might be a good idea to set up an Antolia fire volunteer team.