Tome of Blood

  Chapter 257-107-Trapped Nice

   This is an alchemy workshop that piles up all kinds of magic materials.

  The common magic tool tables on the mainland can be seen here, and the bookshelves are full of books recording alchemy and magic pattern inscription.

  Mages and alchemists 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.

   Not far from the magic equipment, on a chair covered in 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 mage and alchemist.

   Looks so happy.

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

   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 kind 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 needs 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 **** difficulty!"

   "Go back and tell the members of the Legris family that if you don't have enough money, don't even 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 come to ask for advice.

  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 almost full concentration, and even took out paper and pens to record its various evaluations.

   From time to time, you can see a mage or an alchemist suddenly showing an expression of enlightenment after a burst of sharp criticism, complaints and abuse from the black cat.

   They saluted the black cat excitedly, and then returned to their workbench to continue trying.

   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 third-rate" and so on...

   Until a shrill bell rang, the busy mage and alchemist stopped their work.

   Except for those craftsmen whose work has reached a critical part, most people subconsciously took out the tableware and left the workshop in a swarm.

  Seeing this scene, the black cat curled its lips, and its expression became even more disdainful:

   "What can't be done, the first place in cooking..."

  It wasn't until most of the 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.

   It's just that 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 creator.

   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 these useless efforts."

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

  Its hair exploded almost instantly, and 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.

  At the entrance of the workshop, a black-haired girl who looked about 14 or 15 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 little 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:

   "Yes...is that 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 is meaningful and authentic.

   As she spoke, her eyes fell on the chain with a hidden notch on Nice's neck and the dagger that fell beside the cat's paw, and said meaningfully:

   "Some people don't seem to have 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 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.

  I saw her come to Nice, bent down and picked up the dagger that Nice had just slapped away. 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 she saw that the girl didn't seem to pursue the act of trying to cut off the chain and escape just now.

  It regained its haughty look and nodded slightly:

   "Of course, there are many things Master Cat knows, and if you miss a little bit, it's enough for these guys to think about it!"

  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 300 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 of 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 bit cavalier.

  (end of this chapter)