Tome of Blood

This is an alchemy workshop piled up with various magic materials.

You can almost see the common magic tool tables on the mainland here, and the bookshelves are full of books recording alchemy and magic pattern inscription.

A mage and an alchemist in robes are shuttling between the various workbenches, either making various magic props, or engraving magic weapons, busy all the time.

In the corner of the alchemy workshop, the completed magic equipment was almost piled up into a hill.

Looking around, almost all armor and weapons.

And not far from the magic equipment, on a chair covered with real velvet, a fat black cat was lazily leaning on the soft pillow.

It raised its head proudly, while leisurely chewing the carefully prepared dried fish, while lazily looking at the busy mages and alchemists.

It looks very happy.

Well, if it didn't have the metal collar with the engraved inscription on its neck, and the enchanted chain attached to the collar that was fixed next to the workbench, maybe... it really is.

And from time to time, an alchemist or mage came to the locked black cat frowning with an unfinished enchantment item to ask for advice.

Their gestures became more respectful, and their tone became more sincere:

"Mr. Nice, may I ask how the inscription of this type of inscription can perfectly balance the reactions of the water element and the fire element?"

"Your Excellency, Mithril or pure gold, which one is more suitable as the core component of magic superconductivity?"

"Lord Nice, I have enchanted this enchanted armor three times, but it fails every time. I have not been able to find the reason. Can you help me find out?"

On the velvet cushion, the black cat lazily changed its position.

The amber eyes glanced lightly at the various materials brought by the mages and alchemists, and the black cat said lazily:

"The reaction balance between the water element and the fire element? Tsk, your inscription has to be reconciled with the flower liquid of the demon flower. If you don't reconcile it, you want to balance it? Hey, it's not bad if it doesn't explode!"

"Mithril? Fine gold? Have you read too many third-rate alchemy books and magic books?"

"Stupid! You know how to read books! Although Mithril and fine gold can be used as the main material of magic superconducting components, but that is on the premise that the props already have stable magic superconductivity, but look at the What is it? It is a steel sword whose material is not very pure! In this case, it is necessary to use star rock with a milder magic effect!"

"Good guy... You can enchant this three times? Throw it away! It's hopeless! You're even more stupid than that guy just now!"

"How many times have I said that not everything can be enchanted? You don't know how many times this armor has been repaired. It has long lost the potential for enchanting! Enchanting it is like carving patterns on your ass difficulty!"

"Go back and tell the members of the Legris family that if you don't have enough money, don't try to change all the equipment into enchanted ones! If you have the spare money to purchase materials, you might as well go to East Unite and hire more mercenaries!"

The attitude of the black cat is not good at all, and it can even be said that it is full of yin and yang, and it counts the magicians and alchemists who came to ask for advice.

However, the mages and alchemists who came to ask for advice didn't care.

Rather, they almost listened to the black cat's various suggestions with full energy, and even took out paper and pens to record its various evaluations.

From time to time, you can see mages or alchemists showing suddenly enlightened expressions after a burst of sharp criticism, complaints and abuse from the black cat.

They bowed excitedly to the black cat, and then returned to their workbenches to continue trying in ecstasy.

While the black cat chewed the dried fish, glanced lightly at the busy crowd, and muttered in a low voice, "A group of half-baked people who are not even a third-rate level" and so on...

It wasn't until a piercing bell rang that the busy mage and alchemist stopped their work.

Except for those craftsmen who had reached a critical part of their work, most people subconsciously took out the tableware and left the workshop in a swarm.

Seeing this scene, the black cat pouted, with an even more disdainful expression:

"What can't be done, the number one cook..."

It wasn't until the vast majority of mages and alchemists left the workshop, leaving only those spellcasters who were completely absorbed in their work and almost forgot everything around them, that the black cat dropped its contemptuous gaze.

Its lazy appearance disappeared almost instantly, its chubby body immediately stood up, its two chubby paws grabbed the metal collar and chain around the cat's neck, desperately trying to free it pick up.

However, I don't know what material the chain is made of, no matter how hard it tries, it can't loosen it by half.

The black cat didn't believe in evil, it looked left and right, and its eyes quickly fell on a normal enchanted dagger on the workbench that should have been forgotten by the maker.

Then, I saw it leaning towards it sexily, reaching out its claws with difficulty to reach it, and then biting the handle of the dagger, cutting back and forth the chains that imprisoned itself.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do such useless work."

The cold voice suddenly sounded, which startled the black cat Niss.

Its hair exploded almost instantly, the dagger in its mouth fell to the ground with a bang, and a pair of wide cat eyes looked at the door of the workshop vigilantly.

And at the entrance of the workshop, a black-haired girl who looked fourteen or fifteen years old was standing there with her arms crossed.

She was wearing a black skirt armor, her scarlet pupils were unwavering, and her delicate face was expressionless.

Seeing the girl, the mages and alchemists who were working in the workshop stopped their work and stood up quickly:

"O...Master Eudocia!"

They saluted respectfully, with a hint of fear in their stammering voices.

The girl glanced at them indifferently, did not speak, but took steps and walked towards Nice.

Looking at the girl, Nice shrank back subconsciously, his voice full of vigilance:

"It's...it's you? Why are you here?"

"I'll take a look at our captives. I heard that some guys are doing well in the workshop, and they have convinced many of our senior magic craftsmen..."

The girl pointed out something authentic.

As she said that, her eyes fell on the chain with nicks on Nice's neck and the dagger that fell next to the cat's paw, and said meaningfully:

"Some people seem to have not given up their plans to escape from prison, and it seems that they need to be re-educated."

After hearing the girl's words, Nice's expression changed, and he quickly slapped the dagger next to him away with his paw:

"Prison break? No, no... Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! Nothing! I just help to see their works! Hmm... Isn't this what you want me to do?"

The girl took a deep look at it, but didn't answer.

She came to Niss, bent down and picked up the dagger that Niss slapped away just now. After looking at it for a while, she said:

"Composite enchantment of opposite elements, it is said... this is a lost enchantment method, you taught them?"

Nice coughed lightly, and gradually felt relieved when he saw that the girl didn't seem to pursue the action it had just tried to cut off the chain and escape.

It regained its haughty look and nodded slightly:

"Of course, Master Cat has a lot of things to know, and if you miss a little bit, it's enough for these guys to figure it out!"

However, at this moment, the girl changed the topic, and looked at Nice quietly:

"But as far as I know, this enchanting technique has been lost in Myria for nearly three hundred years, and it has long since disappeared with the disappearance of its inventor, the legendary mage Nicholas..."

"I've been observing you for many days. You seem to have mastered many ancient enchanting techniques, and some alchemy techniques are similar to the Nicholas school of Siunet."

"You...are an esoteric mage from the Nicholas School?"

After hearing the girl's words, Niston suddenly showed a dazed look:

"Huh? What are you talking about? What school? Lash?"

"Well... I learned all my knowledge from books. I'm just a talking kitten. I don't know what school or Lars you're talking about!"

It's short, alas... it's a little bit Calvin.