This is an alchemy workshop filled with various magic materials.
Almost all the magic tool tables common on the mainland can be seen here, and the bookshelves are filled with books recording alchemy and magic pattern inscriptions.
Wizards and alchemists in robes were shuttling between the various workbenches, either making various magic props or inscribing magic weapons, and were busy non-stop.
In the corner of the alchemy workshop, completed magic equipment almost piled up into a hill.
Looking around, almost all of them are armors and weapons.
Not far from the magic equipment, on a chair covered with velvet, a fat black cat was lazily leaning on a soft pillow.
It raised its head proudly, chewing the carefully prepared dried fish leisurely while lazily looking at the busy mages and alchemists.
Looks so happy.
Well, if it didn't have the metal collar with the inscription on its neck, and the collar wasn't connected to the enchanted chain fixed next to the workbench, maybe... it would really be like this.
And from time to time, an alchemist or mage would come to the locked black cat with a frown and ask for advice, holding unfinished enchanting items.
Their gestures are more respectful than the other, and their tone is more sincere:
"Mr. Nice, how can the inscription of this type of inscription perfectly balance the reactions of the water element and the fire element?"
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"Your Excellency Nice, which one is more suitable as the core component of magic superconductor, mithril or fine gold?"
"Lord Ness, I have enchanted this enchanted armor three times, but it fails every time. I have never been able to find the reason. Can you help me take a look?"
On the velvet cushion, the black cat lazily changed its position.
The amber eyes glanced 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 needs to be reconciled with the flower liquid of the Demon Resisting Flower. If you don't reconcile it, you still want to balance it? Hey, it's good if it doesn't explode!"
"Mithril? Fine gold? Have you read too many third-rate alchemy books and magic books?"
"Stupid! Just study hard! Although mithril and fine gold can be used as the main materials of magic superconducting components, that is under the premise that the props have stable magic superconductivity. But look at your enchantment What is it? It’s a steel sword whose material is not very pure! In this case, we must use star rock with a milder magic effect!"
"Good guy... you can enchant me three times? Throw it away! It's hopeless! You are even stupider than that guy just now!"
"I've said it many times, not everything can be enchanted. I don't know how many times your armor has been repaired. It has lost its enchanting potential a long time ago! Enchanting it is like withering flowers on your butt. Just as difficult!”
"Go back and tell the people in the Gliss family that if you don't have enough money, don't even think about changing all the equipment to enchanted ones! If you have the spare money to purchase materials, you might as well go to East Unite and hire a few more mercenaries!"
The black cat's attitude is not good at all. It can even be said that he is full of yin and yang, which makes all the magicians and alchemists who come to consult him useless.
However, the mages and alchemists who came to ask for advice didn't care.
Rather, they listened to the black cat's various suggestions with great concentration, and even took out paper and pens to record its various comments.
From time to time, you can see a mage or alchemist suddenly showing an expression of enlightenment 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 workbench with joy to continue trying.
While the black cat was chewing dried small fish, he glanced at the busy people and muttered in a low voice, "a bunch of half-hearted people who don't even have third-rate skills" and so on...
It wasn't until a harsh ringtone came that the busy mages and alchemists stopped working.
Except for those craftsmen who had reached the critical part of the work, most people subconsciously took out the tableware and left the workshop in a rush.
Seeing this scene, Black Cat curled his lips and looked even more disdainful:
"I can't do anything, but I'm the best at cooking..."
It wasn't until most of the mages and alchemists left the workshop, leaving only those spellcasters who were completely immersed in their work and almost forgot everything around them, that the black cat put away its disdainful gaze.
Its lazy look disappeared almost instantly, and its chubby body immediately stood up. Its two fat paws grabbed the metal collar and chain around the cat's neck, trying desperately to pull it away. pick up.
It's just that I don't know what material the chain is made of, and no matter how hard it tries, it can't be loosened even half an inch.
The black cat didn't believe in evil, so it looked around, and its eyes quickly fell on an ordinary enchanted dagger on the workbench that was probably forgotten by the maker.
Then, I saw it hesitantly approaching it, stretching out its claws with difficulty to reach it, then biting the handle of the dagger, and cutting back and forth the chain that imprisoned itself.
"If I were you, I wouldn't do this useless work."
A cold voice suddenly sounded, startling the black cat Ness.
Its hair exploded almost instantly, and the dagger in its mouth fell to the ground with a clatter. A pair of wide-open cat eyes looked at the door of the workshop warily.
At the door of the workshop, a black-haired girl who looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old was standing there with her hands folded on her chest.
She was wearing a black skirt and armor, her scarlet holes were unruffled, and her delicate face had no expression at all.
Seeing the girl, the mages and alchemists working in the workshop stopped their work and stood up quickly:
"O...Lord Eudosia!"
They saluted respectfully, with a hint of fear in their stammering voices.
The girl glanced at them indifferently, said nothing, but took steps towards Nice.
Looking at the girl, Nice shrank back subconsciously, his voice full of vigilance:
"It's...is it you? Why are you here?"
"I'm here to see our prisoners. I heard that some guys are thriving in the workshop and have impressed many of our senior magic craftsmen..."
The girl had a clear intention.
As she spoke, her eyes fell on the chain with hidden marks around Nice's neck and the dagger that fell next to the cat's paw, and she said meaningfully:
"Some people seem to have not given up their plans to escape from prison. 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 with his paw and flew it away:
"Prison break? No, no... a misunderstanding! This is all a misunderstanding! It's nothing! I'm just helping to see their works! Well... isn't this what you want me to do?"
The girl looked at it deeply and did not answer.
She came to Niss, bent down and picked up the dagger that Niss had just knocked away. After looking at it for a moment, she said:
"Compound enchantment of opposite elements. It is said that... this is a lost enchantment method. Did you teach them?"
Ness coughed slightly, and gradually felt relieved after seeing that the girl didn't seem to pursue the action of trying to cut off the chain to escape just now.
It returned to its proud appearance and nodded slightly:
"Of course, Mr. Cat knows a lot of things. If he misses a little, it will be enough for these guys to figure it out!"
However, at this moment, the girl changed the topic and looked at Nice with a faint look:
"But as far as I know, this enchantment technique has been lost in Miria for nearly three hundred years. It has long been discontinued with the disappearance of its inventor, the legendary mage Nicholas..."
"I have been observing you for many days. You seem to have mastered many ancient enchantment techniques, and some alchemy skills are also very similar to the Nicholas School of Siyonite."
"You...are an esoteric mage from the Nicholas School?"
After hearing what the girl said, Nissi suddenly looked confused:
"Huh? What are you talking about? What school of thought? What kind of school?"
"Well... I learned all my knowledge from books. I'm just a talking kitten. I don't know what school or Lars you are talking about!"
