Salin simply pulled a chair over and sat down. He used his eyes to observe and memorize bit by bit. More than three thousand pieces of metal had different magic patterns. Salin not only had to memorize the positions of the metal pieces, but he also had to memorize the combinations between these patterns and patterns.
This was the perfect ending point of a formula. As long as it could be reversed, the original appearance could be restored. Even if Salin could not understand the meaning of the original arrangement, he could learn a lot about Figaro's formula in the process of reversing.
Without the help of memory spells, it was quite difficult to memorize more than three thousand pieces of metal with completely different magic patterns. Time passed unknowingly, and night fell. Salin felt his mental strength rapidly depleted, and he could not hold on much longer. Fayern had not returned yet. Salin clenched his teeth. Fayern was not in the lab at this time; he must have gone to sleep.
He took out the family badge from the Blessing Ring, held it in his hand, and released a detection spell.
As always, the badge drained all his energy, as well as the upgraded Magic String. Salin slumped on the chair, his eyes still staring at the metal pieces on the table.
It was the first time Salin had used the badge after advancing to a level-two Mage. From Phoenix to Kushui Commandery, he had been unusually cautious, not daring to use the badge to train his mental strength.
Even though the badge could only cause him to lose control for less than an hour, it was too dangerous for Salin. During this period of time after using the badge, it could be said that he was at the mercy of others.
Pain, burning, numbness, dizziness, and all sorts of negative effects appeared. Salin did not even blink. He slowed down his memorization, waiting for his mental strength to recover.
Perhaps because his body had gotten used to this torture, Salin only took half an hour to recover his mental strength, and this time, his growth was even greater than before. He straightened up and continued to memorize with all his might.
As the contents of his memory increased, an extremely long magic formula gradually formed. The formula was obviously chaotic, but it still had an internal pattern. Salin was overjoyed. The magic patterns on the metal pieces turned into magic symbols and were memorized in his mind.
This chaotic formula could not provide anything. Salin only needed to keep deducing to familiarize himself with the calculation of the elemental balance problem. Practicing magic was a continuous process of familiarization. As long as he persevered, his calculation speed would become faster and faster, and he would eventually reach the level of a Magic Shooter who could release ice blades.
What Salin needed was to improve his abilities, and not fantasize about directly advancing to a Magic Shooter. Even if he couldn't deduce anything in the end, he could still grasp the ability to calculate.
Finally, Salin converted all his memories into the Figaro formula, and then quietly left Fayern's room. It was already late at night. The bright moon hung high in the sky, shining down on the courtyard as if frost had fallen on the ground.
The next afternoon, when Salin arrived at Faerun's laboratory, the metal blocks on the table were all gone. Farren did not seem to know about this. He arranged for Salin to help him deal with a piece of metal. This piece of metal was only the size of a fingernail. Salin's task was to constantly release frost spells to cool down this piece of metal.
"Mister, what kind of metal is this? I've never seen it before." Salin's Frost Spell was cast instantaneously, so he didn't need to concentrate. He asked Fayern for guidance.
"This is a natural alloy that can only be obtained from the depths of the earth. As for its properties … it requires a lot of alchemy knowledge to understand." Fayern spoke while holding a carving knife, carving patterns on a metal the size of a fingernail.
"Why do I feel that this metal will destroy the stability of magic?" Although Salin had just started self-studying the Figaro formula, he already had a vague understanding of elemental sequencing.
"It's not destroying stability, it's deflecting the elements."
Fayern did not continue, but Salin already understood. Elemental deflection was also a high-level spellcasting technique. But it was a technique that only Great Magi could use. As a level-2 Magus, if he dared to casually learn it, the backlash of magic would cost him his life.
Elemental deflection would not destroy the various stages of magic, but it would affect the final release of magic. Magic released through this technique would be even more difficult for the enemy to calculate its weaknesses.
If this special alloy was used to create a magical tool, it would be much safer for a Magus to use the technique of elemental deflection. He wouldn't even need to control it. He just needed to practice and get used to the coordinates of the elemental deflection.
The value of a magical tool created from this metal would be extremely high, because controlling the elemental deflection would consume a lot of mental strength. With the help of a magical tool, a Magus would be able to control magic more precisely, and wouldn't need to waste mental strength on this technique.
Salin patiently watched Fayern carve stroke by stroke. The metal cooled by the frost spell would become slightly brittle, reducing its toughness. This way, the carved patterns wouldn't deform. If one used pure alchemy to smelt it, it would destroy the internal structure of the metal and change its properties.
This kind of cold smelting technique had an extremely high requirement on a Magus' perception. Moreover, the tip of the metal was incomparably sharp. When carving, the blood flow had to be extremely slow, so that the hand holding the carving knife wouldn't tremble.
Salin understood all this. It was written very clearly in the book, but the things written in the book were after all not as accurate as when a level-6 Great Magus personally demonstrated in front of you.
From this day onwards, Fayern no longer specifically asked Salin to do things, and only had him help from the side. Salin was already very satisfied. His magic foundation was solid, and even if Fayern didn't say anything, he could still learn a lot. And when he helped, Fayern would give him a level-3 Magic Core to replenish the consumption of the Magic String.
This was equivalent to letting Salin practice all kinds of low-level magic for free. Salin didn't care about the money of the Magic Core, but he could save over a hundred gold coins every day. No matter how he thought about it, it wasn't a loss.
Fayern also gradually discovered that Salin could only use water magic. He didn't ask for the reason, and made Salin do all kinds of boring work day after day. Every time Salin completely grasped a low-level magic, this work would change, and Salin would be able to familiarize himself with the next magic.
After practicing, Salin made a request to Fayern, asking if he could buy a living high-level magic beast.
Fayern thought for a moment, and said, "You're buying it for that Caucasian female warrior, right?"
"Yes." Salin didn't hide anything. Although the Magical Beast Battle Soul was considered an extremely special swordsman skill, it wasn't mysterious to mages. This skill even had some relation to necromancy magic.
"Wait for a while. At the end of the year, Kushui Prefecture will also have a winter hunt. At that time, you might encounter a very good magic beast. If you go to buy it now, it will be very difficult to find a suitable one. After a high-level magic beast is captured, it is difficult to raise it. Most people will just kill it, and only take the Magic Core. "Fayern patiently explained to Salin.
Salin was helpless. What Fayern said was also the truth. He could only relay the exact words to Silva. Silva consoled Salin, "Actually, there's no need to rush. I'm going to read more books during this period."
"Read? You? "Salin's expression made Silva depressed. Salin couldn't be blamed for being surprised. He had never heard of Caucasians who liked to read and study. Fighting was their nature. Even female Caucasians didn't have much patience for reading.
Seeing Silva's depressed expression, Salin hurriedly comforted her, "Then read. Anyway, the princess' residence provides it for free. At least you can recognize a few words. "
"Recognize, recognize words?" Nelis had entered Silva's room at some point, and stuttered in Qin Yin language.
She was the opposite of Silva. Silva spoke fluently, but couldn't write well. Nelis wrote very well, but she stuttered when she spoke.
"Recognize, recognize, recognize …" Silva was angry, and simply copied Nelis's words.
Nelis bared her teeth and made a face. Her canines flashed coldly, and Silva couldn't help but hold the boomerang. Salin sighed at the side. When they didn't understand each other's language, it was still easy to get along. Later on, when they all spoke the same language, it was often not peaceful. If he had known earlier, he would have let Silva continue to be illiterate, and Nelis continue to be a native. It would have been easier for him.
The days were boring. Salin spent almost all of his time in the yard except for one day a week to attend classes. Princess Rex was sometimes absent, and ever since the Magic Shooter taught him the Ice Blade Spell alone for the first time, he never did such a thing again.
Salin used the badge to train a few times every night, and his spiritual power grew rapidly.
Magic String leveling up was more difficult, and it required time to accumulate. Salin was now very focused on the growth of his spiritual power, because to familiarize himself with Figaro's formula, he had to constantly deduce the formula, which consumed more spiritual power than practicing magic. And the way he learned magic was to train every spell he could learn to the extreme, which also consumed a lot of spiritual power.
If not for that mysterious badge, Salin could only follow the same routine as the other low-level Mages. With the help of the badge, he could restore his spiritual power to the highest state in half an hour, and he could already start trying to control level-three spells.
The mutated magic string made Salin feel both disappointed and fortunate. He was disappointed that he was guarding a treasure mountain, and couldn't learn the other five types of magic. Fortunately, he still had twice the number of magic strings of a Mage of the same level. In other words, he could release one more level-three spell than a Mage of the same level.
Now, Salin could continuously release two level-three spells, or 24 level-two spells, and 48 level-one spells. He didn't test how many level-0 spells he could release, because he didn't know many level-0 spells. Apart from Acid Splash, the rest were all auxiliary spells.
That afternoon, it suddenly snowed heavily. Salin came to Fayern's lab wearing only a single shirt. Fayern didn't assign Salin to work like before. He didn't look too good, and said to Salin, "The princess wants to see you. Let Casia take you there."
Casia was a Life Mage who followed Fayern, and also lived in this yard. She was a young and beautiful girl. She was already a level-two Mage, and in terms of talent, she wasn't inferior to Salin.
Salin saw Fayern's strange expression, and left with Casia uneasily, not knowing why the princess wanted to see him.
In the room where he first met Salin, Princess Rex was wearing a short fur coat. The pure white fur made her face look rosy and delicate. When Salin came in, she was leaning against the window, looking at the snow.
"Princess, you were looking for me?"
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