The sky turned white, and Heni hurried towards the martial arts arena.
"Professor Victor! Professor Victor!"
Victor, who was practicing swordsmanship, heard Hernie's voice and put down the sword in his hand.
With a bang, the sword pierced the ground.
"Professor Victor, the batch of fine steel you ordered has arrived."
When he heard that the fine steel he ordered had arrived, Victor nodded to Heni, sheathed his sword, and hung the long sword back on the wall.
"Let's go."
Victor took Henie to the gate of the mansion.
Seeing a cart full of fine steel outside the gate, Victor just lifted the cloth and took a cursory look, then called the servant to take it away.
"Professor, don't these fine steels need to be weighed specifically?"
"It's not necessary."
This batch of fine steel is of the highest quality in the Delin family. Gwen is very concerned about it, so naturally he will not be short-changed.
The money has been paid in advance.
The driver waved the whip in his hand, and the carriage gradually left.
Victor turned around and took Vega towards the mansion. Herni stayed there and looked at him with her head tilted, muttering:
"Why is the professor so busy every day?"
She shook her head and ran towards the flowers.
…
Along with a 'squeak' sound, Vega smelled a damp, metallic smell.
This is the basement of Victor's mansion, and it is also Victor's 'laboratory'.
Vega knew that once Victor appeared here, it meant that he would get his weird little toys again.
Victor laid some fine steel on the table and stared at the player's synthesis production book.
In order to have a constant supply of supplies for the prop shop, he would make two hundred bottles of magic potions in the basement every day, and always keep a hundred bottles of blood potions on hand in case of emergencies.
As a power leveling coach, the habit of hoarding medicine has been engraved in his soul.
Because of this, his production proficiency has risen to lv3.
You can start making some props for level three production.
Victor took out a pile of various crystal stones from the player's backpack.
"Oh? These are the remaining ones brought back by Gwen Volcano. This was collected by the little princess for you yesterday, right?"
Vega looked at the crystal stones in Victor's hand with some curiosity.
But Victor just kept holding his chin with one hand, frowning, and looking at the air in front of him.
Seeing his appearance, Vega understood that Victor would definitely not respond to it, so he stopped asking any more questions.
After rummaging through the production list for a long time, Victor finally found the prop that satisfied him.
According to the materials required on the prop list, Victor weighed the crystals and fine steel to extract the materials.
The weight is just right, there is not even a gram difference.
Soon, the table was filled with red and green crystals, and three uneven pieces of fine steel were placed on it.
Victor gradually built a formation on the synthesis platform, with the triangular pattern as the core and the square rings as auxiliary, and inlaid runes on it.
Suddenly, a burst of bright light burst out from the production stage.
Vega stared at the bright light, and the light suddenly illuminated its hair like a white bird.
In fact, it has never been able to understand Victor's craftsmanship that only requires materials, and can only attribute it to the unique creative magic.
As the light gradually faded, Vega stared at Victor's final product with wide eyes.
These are two small and exquisite iron cards, shining with cold light and extremely sharp.
The textures on them are also different. One card has green textures, while the other has red textures.
Victor looked at the deck of cards in front of him and knew that he had succeeded. Not only had he produced a third-level prop, but he had also infused it with the elements of wood and fire.
"What's the use of this thing?"
Vega asked curiously, looking at the iron flying cards, it couldn't understand it at all.
No matter how powerful and sharp this thing is, it is just a flying card.
It would be great if the flying cards could kill the enemy, but such a fragile iron card might be avoided directly, and the two cards would be completely useless.
Victor did not answer it, but silently repeated the steps just now.
Strong lights continued to shine from the basement.
After an unknown amount of time, Weijia felt that his eyes were almost going blind.
Victor also stopped.
Several iron cards were piled up on the entire production table.
"One, two, three...twenty...seventy-three...one hundred and eight."
"You made two sets of playing cards? Do you want to take a few out and become the king and the little king?"
Poker exists in this world, and it serves as one of the few pleasures for gamblers.
When he was a contemporary trainer, what Victor wanted to do most was to go to the gambling hall to have fun and exciting gambles with gamblers one after another in his spare time. He always won more.
So, how to tell whether an NPC is a gambler in the game?
It's simple, just ask the other person if they want to play cards.
To a certain extent, NPCs have a greater gambling addiction than players.
But Vega was very puzzled. Since he wanted to make a weapon, why not make a wand, even if it was a melee weapon, at least a dagger.
I didn’t expect Victor to make a bunch of these things.
Victor placed a deck of cards of the same color in a magic circle. This time the magic circle had fifty-four small circles, each card had its own position, and there was the largest circle in the middle.
Soon, another burst of bright light came on.
Weijia's eyes turned white and he suddenly felt dizzy.
All you could hear was a strong metal collision in front of you, as if something was overlapping and squeezing together.
When the light gradually dissipated, Weijia only saw two iron cards, but they were a little thicker than before.
"How did you do it? They overlapped?"
Victor ignored it, just picked up one of the flying cards and threw it towards the wooden man.
The moment the red flying cards flew out, one card instantly turned into a deck of cards. Fifty-two iron cards were nailed to the wooden figure, igniting a blazing flame.
The moment the flame ignited, the card turned back, and a steam-like white smoke instantly rose, cooling the card's temperature.
They were suspended next to Victor, their bodies emitting a faint red light, like loyal guards.
Vega looked at the countless flying cards spinning around Victor and blinked.
Victor explained calmly:
"It can make up for my shortcomings in the field of close combat."
Vega listened to his words and thought.
Shortcomings in melee combat?
That's not what you say when fighting warriors and knights in close combat.
Vega thinks Victor is just trying to be cool, but he has little evidence.
At least it has never seen anyone who can get close to Victor and threaten him, not even disaster.
"So, do you have any names for these handsome playing cards? I've never seen this kind of weapon."
Victor squinted his eyes, and his consciousness moved slightly. The flying cards stopped spinning, reassembled into a pair, and attached to Victor's waist.
"I call it fate."
Vega said with great approval.
"What a perfect name."
…
Victor put away his fate and walked out of the basement.
As soon as I came out, I saw the little succubus running over anxiously.
"Teach! Professor!"
She was a little breathless and handed Victor a letter.
Victor frowned in confusion.
Delivering letters is usually done by servants.
Hernie rested for a while and explained:
"Professor, I was just about to go to the prop shop, but this letter flew into the mailbox at the door, signed by you for receipt."
"Then I'll bring it to you."
Hernie smiled happily, as if helping Victor made her particularly happy.
Victor nodded, no longer having any doubts, but saw that Henie was still standing there, squirming, and there seemed to be some expectation in her eyes.
Victor: "?"
While he was thinking about whether he had forgotten when, Heni said sheepishly.
"Professor, you haven't touched my head today."
"..."
Okay, touch it every day.
He put his hand on the top of Hernie's head and rubbed it again and again.
Full happiness filled the top of her head, and Hernie was very satisfied.
After Victor took back his hand, she was still a little unfinished, but she seemed to suddenly remember what an outrageous request she had just made, and her cheeks turned red.
"I, I, I...Professor! I'm going to work right now!"
With that said, Heni covered her red face and ran away.
Victor's hand hovered in the air.
Just now, he saw Heni's level.
lv7.
Is the upgrade speed of this succubus a little too fast?
Vega was at the side, his eyes looking more thoughtful.
"What did you think of?"
Victor asked the crow, only to hear Vega slowly say:
"It suddenly occurred to me that primitive demons are a collection of magical powers that induce emotions. They have no substantial body or soul."
"I'm guessing a possibility. When Yemu was beaten to death by you, part of its characteristics did not completely leave Heni's body. Therefore, Heni possessed part of the power of greed."
"To sum up, the reason why this little succubus keeps getting stronger may be because you satisfied her greed."
Victor thought for a moment and realized that this kind of thing was quite outrageous. He had never seen such a scene before.
But what Vega said makes sense, or in other words, this is the only reason that can currently explain why succubi can increase their magic power without going through some special sexual behavior.
"In that case, Henie's greed is really satisfying."
When it came to the latter part, Weijia himself didn’t quite believe it.
Being able to satisfy yourself every day with just a touch of the head and a hug, can this really be considered greed?
Victor listened to Vega's words quietly and weighed the letter in his hand.
"It doesn't hurt after all."
"You are right. So, the Mages Council sent you another letter?"
The magic residue on the envelope is still very powerful, but the difference this time is that there is no magic puzzle on it.
Victor took Vega back to the study and used magic to open the envelope.
The phantom mage on the letter appeared again.
"We meet again, Mr. Victor."
Victor still looked at him indifferently and said calmly.
"If the council does not agree to my request, it will not reply to my letter, but it is not like your style to agree to all my requests."
"Tell me, what is it that makes you want to invite me at all costs?"
The mage shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"I really can't hide anything from you, Mr. Victor."
He straightened his posture and said in a serious voice:
"In fact, our Council of Mages does need your help."
"According to the fable, Endymion will suffer a disaster soon."
