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To permanently fix one of Mithril's forms requires extremely precise mana manipulation.

Then, while remaining unchanged, a magical rune is carved to symbolize this form.

"Mithril has many advantages, one of which is that it can be modified at any time."

Nico picked up yesterday's ring and erased all its magic runes with his wand.

The flowing mithril was shaped by him into an extremely slender sword.

New magical runes were carved, and the sword transformed into a gauntlet identical to yesterday's.

Vincent noticed a certain difference, "Teacher, every time a new form is added, do the magic runes need to be changed again?"

"That's right." Nico shaped the glove into a soldering pen, "If appropriate changes are not made, each of its forms will interfere with each other."

"Is there a limit?"

"As long as your magic power is strong enough, you can finally maintain all forms at the same time."

He carved the last magic rune, and then used powerful magic to light up all the words.

"Visualize all the shapes in your mind and wave the wand to secure it permanently."

The mithril floating in the air turned into a slender sword, glowing with an extremely dazzling golden luster.

Every time Nico changes form, it glows golden like success.

"Remember, do this step in one go."

When it turned into a ring, all the bright magic runes gradually dimmed.

Seeing how relaxed he was, Vincent couldn't help but start thinking about adding one or two forms to his gun blade.

"My child, greed is the original sin."

Nico caught the falling ring and said, "You are still young, this is just the beginning."

Alchemy is vast and profound, and there are equivalent magical circuits.

The magic doll created by combining the above two techniques is a work of art that ordinary wizard Qiongqi cannot complete in his lifetime.

"Teacher, thank you for pointing out my shortcomings."

Vincent's gratitude comes from the bottom of his heart.

Hermione was right, no one could be lucky forever.

Although he has good luck, he also encounters a lot of bad luck.

"You two, it's lunch time." Perenal has been here for a long time outside the workroom.

Nico put down the ring, "Let's go, kid.

The consequences of not eating on time will be serious."

Vincent looked towards Perenal, who was smiling softly.

A certain great writer was right.

The restaurant of the building is not on the top floor, but on the seventh floor where you can clearly see the surrounding scenery.

The three of them all have personalities that do not take the initiative to chat during meals.

Nico and Perenal are French and pay special attention to details of etiquette.

Vincent is simply a habit from a previous life.

Eat without talking, sleep without talking.

After a quiet and peaceful lunch, he was not in a hurry to go to the workshop, but was studying his magic runes.

The alchemical mithril gun blade has only one form, so the text "?" does not need to be specially modified to permanently solidify the flowing mithril.

The newly written magic runes on the parchment attracted Nico, who was standing by the window admiring the scenery.

He first nodded secretly to the fifteen-inch long alder wand, and then looked at the text "?" with a lot of content shortened.

[Exclusively for Vincent Edward Wayne]

This is a simple and straightforward markup.

"Teacher, let's start."

"good."

The workshop on the thirteenth floor.

The reason why Vincent chose this place is simple.

In a zero-gravity environment, mana can more easily shape mithril.

The completed trigger section can attest to this.

His left hand holding the wand was trembling slightly.

Even if the difficulty is reduced, it cannot be completed in three or two days.

"Remember the shape of each part."

The trigger slowly turned into a hammer, and then turned into a yellow bullet.

After the three smallest parts were completed, Vincent began shaping the magazine.

The flowing mithril was just halfway completed when it suddenly exploded as if it couldn't bear it anymore.

Nico raised his hand, and a barrier covering the entire workroom instantly appeared.

The floating mithril was still restrained into a ball under his gesture.

"Don't be discouraged, kid."

"Go on, teacher."

After a whole afternoon, Vincent finally succeeded in shaping the magazine.

Before retiring for the night, he also finished the handle of the gun.

But the length of the gun body was the same as that of the alder wand, which took nearly two days to complete.

It took less than half a month until the entire gun blade could be completely shaped.

The problem before him now is how to successfully carve his own magic runes on it while maintaining its form.

Nico took the wand today, "I am only responsible for your safety."

Vincent grimaced and scratched the gun again.

With one stroke, the gun blade exploded into countless silver droplets.

Judging from this progress, Nico's choice to use repairable mithril as a material seems to be quite prescient.

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"Stop thinking about it and start next time."

Vincent, who has just enough magic power, actually just lacks a little proficiency.

After seven consecutive days of failure and the number of attempts was about to reach 300, the gun blade finally glowed with a faint golden luster.

"?", only one stroke missing.

But at the end, it was like a boundary that kept him out.

When Nico was about to comfort him, Vincent's eyes indicated that he was fine.

It was just 307 drawings, and he could accept the result.

Alchemy, like potions, is a discipline that requires proficiency.

After a brief rest, the 308th time officially started.

The shaping speed of the gun blade is of course not as fast as the ring made by Nico.

"Teacher, what's harder than mithril?"

"In addition to silver and iron, there are two other kinds."

Vincent was distracted chatting, but his left hand holding the wand was still steady, "It can't be orichalcum and fine gold, right?"

"Of course -" Nico trailed off.

"Of course it's impossible."

The magic runes on the gun blade almost fell off.

"Although orichalcum and fine gold do exist, their hardness and demonic affinity are not as high as those of mithril and silver iron."

Vincent wrote the penultimate stroke, "Teacher, I'm really curious."

Nico did not continue to lie, "Uru metal only exists in fairy legends, and an ore from outer space."

"Unsmelted ore?"

"Yes, it is not affected by all physics and magic. It is a natural anti-magic material."

"Is it precious?" Vincent wrote the last stroke.

Nico nodded with satisfaction at first, then shook his head meaningfully, "Yes now, but not in the future."

The manned landing on the moon has been achieved, and it is only a matter of time before going to the universe to mine.

Unfortunately, as long as the Statute of Secrecy exists, wizards will never be able to compete with Muggles.

According to Fudge's short-sighted vision, it will even limit the exploration of the universe.

Magical governments in other countries may have similar ideas.

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