Alchemist’s Daily Life In Foreign World

The last item left in the space ring is a magic book. In Edward's perception, this book is a cover made of unknown leather, and the surface is full of mottled cracks, which looks very old. Lying quietly in that pitch-black space faintly exudes a mysterious red light.

Edward, who was familiar with the various net writing routines in his previous life, suppressed his curiosity and did not take out the book. That book is obviously a bit weird. I guess if I took out the book, maybe there would be some curse on my face, and I would be in trouble if I couldn't shake it off. If it is a curse of a mark, it is chased by the whole clan of Vampire, maybe you have to go wandering around the world.

Edward considers himself an otaku, so it's okay to go out accidentally. If you have to wander around the world for curiosity, it won't be worth it to start the old tricks like small ones and old ones.

Edward’s two vests, the "Imperial Destruction Dragon", were given by the Ailand Empire Police Department. He just went to a place where no one was there to do a few blasts. Several unused buildings were blown up. The "Silver Wing Magician" was purely a vest made for stealing what he needed, and the strategy of slamming him was very effective. Up to now Edward hasn't really killed a "person" yet.

He was strange back then. They were all compatriots who had received nine years of compulsory education. How could other transmigrators be so showy and slaughter all sides when they wake up. Why can't I get through that hurdle in my heart?

He repeatedly warned himself that curiosity killed the cat, let the magic book lie in the space ring, anyway, it doesn't take up any space, and it won't even affect other items. He once tried to put the homemade stinky tofu into the space ring, and then take it out a few days later, there is no smell on the other items. The space ring seems to be able to isolate the different items put in each time. This is also one of the characteristics of the space ring he researched.

After putting away the cleaned gold coins and all kinds of gems, he checked the time. It's getting late, but still not sleepy. Thinking that he hadn't had a serious cultivation for a long time, he packed up the alchemy laboratory, returned to his room to change into pajamas, and began to meditate.

The day before yesterday, after he made the two black edged blades for Monica, he almost exhausted the "magic spring" in the Sea of ​​Consciousness. So he upgraded his "spirit root" last-minute preparation by implanting the magic array from the Meditation Method of the official alchemist into the lower layer of the magic array already in his body. And added a switch for the two magic arrays.

Perhaps it is the relationship between carbon nanotubes, the "supermagic" material, and the new "spirit root" is surprisingly good. If the magic array of the First Layer apprentice level runs like drops of water dripping into its own'magic spring', then the magic array of the Second Layer runs like a rainstorm. So he dared not drive for too long. This speed of absorbing magic power can quickly restore magic power, but over time, your body can't bear it. Moreover, the consumed spirit strength has to be recovered by real meditation or sleep.

When his spirit was immersed in his Sea of ​​Consciousness, the "water level" of the magic spring had risen ten times as high as when he was just promoted. The current magic just matches his spirit strength. But why is there still a lot of space left for Sea of ​​Consciousness? It seems that the "spirit root" that I made before is a bit terrible.

Resisting the desire to open the No. 2 "spirit root" to fill the mind with Sea of ​​Consciousness, he began to care about the spirit strength in the Sea of ​​Consciousness to outline the new magic array.

Speaking of which is funny, his Meditation Method requires as much as possible to use a single stroke to outline the magic array in Sea of ​​Consciousness. If it cannot be single stroke, try to use the least strokes to outline it. The smoother the outline, the faster the meditation and the better the effect.

Isn't this just the Mathematical Olympiad for elementary school? Judge whether a figure can be drawn with one stroke. If the odd-numbered point in the figure is 0 or 2, it can be drawn with one stroke. The minimum strokes of other graphics are equal to odd points divided by 2. But he has no one to teach at Ailand Magic Academy. The instructor just throws you a magic array and lets you try to draw in Sea of ​​Consciousness.

Take the simplest six-pointed star array of concentric circles as an example. He can draw it with just one stroke, while other students can only draw a circle first, and then draw a normal triangle and an inverted triangle inside. . He expects that someone will find the trick soon, but they are all value one's own old brooms, and they will never be shared with others. And he was discriminated against at the Magic Academy at the time, and he didn't bother to share the tricks with others.

Soon a rather complicated figure was drawn by him using spirit strength as a pen, caring about the top of Sea of ​​Consciousness. The magical array with strange rays of light illuminates the whole meaning of Sea of ​​Consciousness. A "light rain" started in the Sea of ​​Consciousness. That light rain is a drop of magic power, nourishing his mind Sea of ​​Consciousness, and nourishing his soul. A strange sense of pleasure arises, surpassing the desire for food and reproduction. This is a manifestation of the growth of spirit strength, and it is also the return of life to a higher rank.

He was thinking, no wonder many magicians are single, not because they are "virgins" to become magicians. Instead of becoming a magician, you don’t need a girlfriend anymore. This is much more comfortable than the "Five Girls"...

His whimsical ideas didn’t last long, the magic with strange rays of light shining. The array disappeared. He felt a sense of loss. Then he was vigorous, caring about the Sea of ​​Consciousness and picked up the pen, and started the second round sketch...

I don't know how long it took, he faintly heard a ringing, it was the doorbell outside. He reluctantly withdrew from Sea of ​​Consciousness, and when he opened his eyes, he was full of energy. A faint light has been shining through the curtains. He glanced at the wall clock on the wall. It was 6 o'clock in the morning.

Wearing his pajamas and slippers as usual, he trot to the backyard door to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, I saw Andrea Princess, Knight Chief Reinhardt, magician Alice and priest Alvin standing at the door, followed by a battallion City Guard. Princess and Knight wore like tin cans, and their expressions were quite nervous. The magical girl also wore a robe, holding her delicate magic wand in her hand. Even Alvin was holding a wooden staff taller than him.

"What are you guys?" Edward thought that Princess had brought someone to copy his home and engaged in such a big battle.

"Edward, something happened!" Princess said eagerly.

"What's the matter, don't worry, come in and say." Edward was quite calm.

Her Highness the Princess didn’t mean to enter the door, and said eagerly:

"The vampire murder took place on the boat that came to White Eagle Harbor yesterday, and the Flower Hotel! We! I think that vampire has sneaked into White Eagle City and prepares for martial law throughout the city. You change clothes, let’s go hunt for vampire together!"

"Ah, those two things have killed people. It seems that the death is not wronged. . Okay, the people who called you are gone, what are you doing. The four of you come in for a cup of tea, I will tell you more about the specific things." Edward suddenly realized.

Andrea bought the door in one step, grabbed Edward's wrist, and asked eagerly, "Do you mean that two vampires came? The news I got this morning, vampire should I disembarked during the day yesterday. The vampires that can be active during the day are all monsters above the Great Knight level. Those two vampires came to you yesterday?"

"Well, there is nothing at worst, just two The guy who claimed to be count came to make trouble, I have already killed him." He said nonchalantly, as if he had killed two chickens last night, and then said to a few people: "You haven't eaten so early, it's better to eat together. Breakfast?"