Super Dimensional Wizard

Prome Alchemy Shop.

There was no need to ship anything today. The alchemy shop was already very deserted, and as it was approaching evening, no one came to the door.

David simply left the counter and came to the experimental table where metal materials were placed. He held a meteorite in one hand and a star iron in the other. He planned to improve the material of the Tang knife and add cold materials before closing the shop at nightfall. Look. Can Tang Dao have the effect of frost?

The blending method is much slower than enchanting. But the advantage is that it is stable and has a high chance of producing special effects from materials, and the upper limit is higher than that of enchantment.

David melted the materials bit by bit, and his mixing gestures changed from time to time, as if there was an invisible thread pulling the various materials to dance in the flames, full of wonderful meanings.

Time passed slowly, and when a ray of starlight flashed from the streamlined blade, David's eyes lit up.

"It's done!"

David looked at the star-studded Tang Dao in his hand, his expression brightened, and he lightly swiped at the trial stone in the distance, and a violent cold air burst out.

There was a scratch on the trial stone, but it was only a very superficial scratch. Judging from the depth of the mark, the sharpness had not yet reached the entry-level standard.

However, it is worth mentioning that a line of white frost is densely distributed near the scratches. This means that, as David thought, this weapon has cold properties.

"Now that special effects can be attached, the next step is to officially enter the level!" David was thinking proudly.

But the next second, his smile stopped.

The Tang Dao suddenly fell apart in his hand, shattering into pieces of rotten iron and falling to the ground, creating a white chill.

David was stunned for a long time, and then he accepted the fact dejectedly: "Alas, we failed again."

David squatted down and wanted to see what was wrong with these broken pieces of iron. Why did they suddenly fall apart?

"What's going on?" David put on his goggles, adjusted the thick lenses into convex lenses, and carefully observed the lines on the broken iron: "There's nothing wrong with it. Could it be that the materials collide?"

While David was muttering, a quiet voice suddenly sounded from the front desk.

"The materials are not incompatible with each other, but the cold nature is somewhat excessive."

The sudden voice made David raise his head suddenly. Angel, dressed in a black gentleman's attire, appeared in the store at some point. He was now sitting at the table in the center of the store, looking at the scraps of iron under David's body.

"Angel, why are you here suddenly?" David's expression was happy at first, and then he suddenly thought of the scrap metal under his feet, and he felt a little embarrassed: "I'm telling you a joke, I'll do an experiment. Somehow it broke..."

Angel looked at the scraps of frosty white steam on the ground, and said to David: "Meteorite, star iron and winter sand are three cold materials fused together. Although it can They complement each other, but the cold nature is too strong and the main material is too loose, so it will fall apart."

David wondered: "You mean the coldness is too strong and I added too many coldness materials. Do I need to cut them down?"

Angel: "You can choose this way, but the effect may be greatly reduced. There is a question mark as to whether there will be a frost effect in the end."

"Then how should I solve it? Should I change the main material? The three cold-type auxiliary materials are all non-grade. My main material is also non-grade, so they should match each other."

"The solution is very simple, just extend the melting time. Firstly, it will solidify part of the coldness, and secondly, it will make the main material tighter."

The solution Angel gave made David a little confused: "Is it that simple?"

"It's that simple."

David carefully recalled the previous refining situation, and it seemed that when he was melting it, it was indeed not too long, and it was just based on the ordinary Tang Dao melting time. He simulated the situation of extended thermal melting in his mind and felt that this method should be feasible.

Thinking of this, David showed gratitude to Angel.

"I see, it was just this small mistake that caused the entire collapse... Hey, how did you know that I used these materials and that the heat was not melted enough? Did you enter the store when I started refining? You Why didn't you call me?" David asked curiously.

Angel shook his head: "I just came."

"I just came here, so why did you find the loophole in my refining..." Halfway through David's words, he suddenly remembered something and looked into Angel's eyes.

His blue eyes were like the clear sky.

"There is energy residue in your eyes. Have you learned the Eye of Narda?!" David asked in surprise.

Seeing Angel nod, David rubbed his temples: "No wonder you saw through it at a glance... However, the alchemy eye requires so much knowledge, and you actually learned it?! I started it so many years before you, I guess I can't even You don’t even have one tenth of your background, I’ve been living like a dog these years!”

David was a little discouraged. Every time he faced Angel, he felt like a retard.

David depressedly picked up the debris on the ground, adjusting his mood while doing so. When the ground was clean and tidy, he regained his composure, took off his goggles, and sat across from Angel.

"Your reputation has been booming recently. Many apprentices have come to me to find you, hoping to customize weapons from you. There are even official wizards sending apprentices to me to ask if they can find you to refine the alchemy illusion." Dai Wei paused: "But I can't contact you even if I refuse. As for those who want the alchemy illusion, I will tell them about the ancient river beach auction."

"From this point of view, I feel that my alchemical fantasy will not be rejected." Angel touched his chin, remembering that not long ago he told Spivey about the ancient river beach, just because he was worried that it might be rejected.

David: "It will definitely not go unsold. I guess the final price will be very scary. After all, Lady Greya was created through your alchemy illusion."

"Ms. Greya's creation of magic has little to do with my alchemical illusion." Angel explained briefly.

David said clearly: "I guess so, but it is said so among the apprentices. Thinking about it, it seems impossible. If wizards can create spells, wouldn't it be possible to mass-produce true wizards? If that's true. , you probably won’t be able to sit across from me properly, you have been arrested as a treasure a long time ago.”

Angel smiled and did not respond. In fact, David's words really hit the point. Although the effect of the mysterious object is not as good as he said, if someone really finds out that it is fishy, ​​he will probably be caught.

"You are still at the forefront of the storm, how come you have time to come to me?" David asked curiously: "If you have anything to do, you can send me a message and I will go find you. If you come here, you may be noticed."

Angel flashed the bracelet on his hand: "With this, not many people notice me."

"I came to you because I want to ask you something."

David looked at Angel, waiting for Angel's words.

"Have you ever heard of a stand-in puppet?" Angel's voice contained a hint of strange emotion.

David thought for a moment and nodded: "I know, it's a one-time consumption alchemy puppet. I heard it's a special kind of biological alchemy, made from living animals. It sounds a little cruel, but the objects being alchemized are basically all He is a guilty person, so there is nothing wrong with him."

"Why did you suddenly remember to ask this? The thing you asked me to inquire about was the matter of the stand-in and puppet?"

Angel shook his head: "No, I just want to know, where is the place where our Savage Cave gathers those who are refined into stand-in puppets and injects their blood?"

"I don't know what you mean, but if you are referring to a place that specifically injects disposable blood to those 'sinners', then there shouldn't be one." David looked at Angel in confusion. What does Geer want to do?

"Is there no such centralized place?"

"It's definitely not possible. If you think about it carefully, why would you need to design a special gathering place for such a trivial matter?" David said.

Seeing Angel's face slowly sinking, David asked curiously: "Why do you suddenly care about this?"

Angel was silent for a long time, and then said: "A... friend of mine was taken there."

"Your friend? The guilty one?"

"Are you guilty?" A figure flashed in Angel's mind: "Maybe, you are guilty of not being able to choose your birth."

David didn't understand what Angel meant, but he didn't choose to continue asking. Instead, he gave a suggestion: "Is he a good friend of yours?"

Angel sighed softly: "He once helped me with some help. Although I have returned the favor, I am still a little worried that he will be turned into a stand-in puppet. I just wanted to see if there was any room for cheek relief.”

Helped you? David thought for a while and seemed to think of someone.

"You mean...Baluba?"

"you know too?"

"I don't know, but when I was chatting with Salum before, I talked about Baluba. He said that he once saved your life in the hands of a killer." David said.

"Yes, that's him I'm talking about."

In fact, Angel knew from the beginning that Baluba would eventually be turned into a stand-in puppet. He also lamented Baluba's ill-fated fate, but after all, the relationship was neither close nor far. Since he returned Baluba's favor, he He did not continue to pay attention to Baluba.

But when Spivey suddenly told him that Flora hoped that he could personally help her refine Baluba into a stand-in puppet, Angel's mood suddenly drifted away from the haze.

For Spivey, Flora and others, this is just a trivial matter, but it makes Angel extremely entangled.

It's probably the feeling of sadness when a rabbit dies and a fox dies.

Baluba is just a hybrid of an alien barbarian and a native human race, but Jon is a real alien. Baluba's fate may be Jon's future fate.

With such a mood, Angel's mood has been somewhat depressed since Spivey left.

Moreover, in the past, he only knew the result of Baluba, but if he really wanted to control the result, he actually found that he was a little hesitant. Especially, Baluba once saved him.

Even if the favor has been repaid, the kindness is actually unforgettable.

After hesitating for a long time, Angel decided to go to Baluba first. He didn't know what to do with Baluba, but instead of letting his heart continue to feel uneasy, it was better to face him.