"Silva!" Salin pushed open the door. Hearing Silva's words, he couldn't hold it in anymore.
Fayern suddenly laughed, "Don't worry, I won't charge you."
"Really?" Silva's eyes widened. Fayern saw his own image in those eyes, pure and clear.
"Really." Fayern turned and walked towards his lab, saying, "You guys come too."
Fayern's voice was transmitted to every room. The mages were overjoyed. Being able to witness a great mage's weapon repair process was much more important than participating in an experiment. As soon as Fayern's voice fell, the mages ran out of the room without a care for their image. Some didn't even put on their magic robes.
The courtyard quickly became empty, leaving only Neris behind. She was still barefoot in the snow, without a trace of warmth. Snow started falling again, falling on her face and arms, no longer melting.
These humans were really boring.
Silva's staff was placed on the lab table. The staff was black and almost as long as Silva was tall. Recently, Silva had started to pay attention to his health. The staff no longer had the dark purple blood stains from before. It had been polished until it was shiny.
Fayern didn't speak. His gaze stopped on Silva's weapon. The staff was polished from the bones of an ancient magic beast. It was harder than refined steel. Fayern could see that the natural patterns on the surface of the staff were already cracking. Even without Figaro's formula, he could roughly see that the internal structure of the staff was starting to collapse.
This kind of structural collapse might take a long time to manifest. It might happen in the next battle. No matter how strong a weapon was, if it wasn't repaired for a long time, it would end up like this sooner or later.
Fayern quickly finished inspecting the internal structure of the staff. He had a general understanding of the weapon. Only then did he cast the binding spell again, letting the staff float in the air. Then he took out a metal block and placed it under the staff. This metal block was one of the three thousand metal blocks Fayern used to practice Figaro's formula.
After the first metal block was placed, Fayern took out the second one and carefully placed it in another position.
All the mages knew that Fayern was doing it so slowly so that everyone could see it more clearly. The mages stared at Fayern's movements, afraid to miss any detail.
In Salin's eyes, however, he saw the meaning behind each of Fayern's actions. These metal blocks were piled up one by one, forming a branch of the Figaro formula. As the formula was perfected, the elemental arrangement around the rod also changed. This was not a magic array, nor was it alchemy. This was repairing in the purest sense. It was like drinking water when one was thirsty and eating when one was hungry.
This kind of repair might not be as fast as a magic array, but it would not change the attributes and structure of the weapon. Everything took its natural course.
It took Fayern more than an hour to finish arranging the more than three thousand pieces of metal. The surrounding mages were deep in thought. None of them could understand the entire process, but they were able to understand some answers that they had never thought of before from certain parts.
Salin did not waste his energy to deduce the original arrangement of this formula. If he wanted to learn it, he could totally use his soul projection to learn it inside the necklace. The effect would be much better than here. What he noticed was the change in Silva's club.
After Fayern confirmed the position of the metal block, he took out pieces of materials and added them to the strange module.
The eyes of the Magicians widened even more. Their hearts were bleeding when they saw the materials Fayern had thrown in.
Wasn't that … a Dragon Turtle Horn? And that piece of calcite, they had never heard of it before. Why was it colored? This powder? What kind of magical beast's bone was that? No, it was bone marrow powder, and it was golden.
Salin was a little surprised. The materials Fayern had thrown in were too precious. It was not worth it for a warrior's weapon. These materials could be used to create more high-level magic tools, and even as materials for holy weapons.
These materials did not need to be manipulated. They all turned into the most basic elements in the module and entered the interior through the cracks on the surface of the rod, slowly repairing the damage of the weapon.
So, weapons were alive too. Salin suddenly understood why Shika could control such a heavy weapon. It was like he was waving a straw. The weapon had already become one with Silva, as if it was a part of its body.
If it was repaired in other ways, the rod might become even harder, but it would no longer be one with Silva.
No matter how powerful a weapon was, it could not compare to one's own hands. If one could not understand the entirety of the equipment, the user would gradually rely on the power of the equipment. In the end, they would be assimilated by this power and lose themselves.
If a magician relied on a certain tool, they would eventually be blinded by it. Even a divine weapon was not perfect. When you thought the power of the equipment was correct, you would lose your desire to explore. This was the most fatal injury to a magician.
All the elements from the decomposed materials were quickly absorbed. Then, Fayern did something that even Salin could not accept. He tapped a metal block lightly with his finger, and the entire module immediately reacted in a chain reaction. More than three thousand metal blocks actually began to decompose and attach themselves to the rod, as if adding a layer of armor to it.
The magic lab was silent. Every magician could feel the violent impact, as if a meteorite had landed on the ground. The invisible impact shook everyone's soul.
The golden metal blocks formed a thick layer of elements, violently contracting into the rod. The elements absorbed by the rod had not been digested yet, and were scattered by the shock of the pressure.
Attacked from both inside and outside, the weak rod did not collapse. Instead, it miraculously fused the two forces together, swallowing the enormous elemental power.
Bam!
Fayern slammed the repaired club heavily onto the table and sat down tiredly. His state was just like when Salin used his family crest, he didn't have the slightest bit of strength left. His eyes, however, revealed a look of pleasant surprise.
"Sir!"
Everyone in the room cried out in surprise. Only Salin was not worried. Fayern had actually understood the secret of elemental conversion after helping Shika repair his weapon. Look, the princess' residence will soon have another Magic Shooter.
Thinking of how he had felt heartache over those metal blocks, Salin felt ashamed. To a magician, those were mere worldly possessions. Fayern had probably thought of this long ago, which was why he could focus on this matter.
Destroying a set of precious tools in exchange for understanding the truth. If it were him, he would do it too. Unfortunately, he could not comprehend these techniques. But Fayern's actions had pointed out a path for him to advance in the future.
Salin looked around at the low-level magicians in the magic lab. The eight magicians were all looking at Fayern nervously. No one cared about the weapon on the table. Salin sighed inwardly. No wonder Fayern would keep these people by his side and let them live in this courtyard. Although these magicians were only at the third level, and there was even one at the second level, their hearts were very pure.
Magicians like Lynch did not even have the right to enter this courtyard.
"Sir Fayern!" Shika looked at Fayern who was sitting on the chair with a worried expression, feeling a little guilty.
Fayern took a deep breath and smiled in relief. "I'm fine. How much did you all understand?"
The eight magicians were a little embarrassed. Although Fayern worked very slowly, the things he showed were too complicated. Although everyone had gained a lot, they knew that they had not even understood one percent of what Fayern had shown.
Fayern saw this and comforted them. "Although the truth is far away, you have already grasped the direction. As long as you do not lose yourself, you will get closer and closer … Shika, look at your weapon. "
"Yes." Shika happily picked up her rod. This rod did not change in size at all, only its color became bronze. The patterns on its surface did not change either.
With the weapon in hand, Shika immediately felt relieved. This rod still gave her an incomparably familiar feeling. It was as light as a feather in her hands.
"Shika, although the material of this weapon has changed, the attributes are not different. But in the future, even without the help of the Magical Beast Battle Soul, you can still use its power. "
"Ah?" Shika heard Fayern's words and immediately waved the rod. The magicians all dodged. They all knew how powerful this weapon was. Low level magic shields might not be able to block it.
"It's true!" Shika shouted excitedly. She was still not familiar with the power of the rod, but she could barely use it. It felt even stronger than the original Magical Beast Battle Soul.
Fayern smiled at Shika. He liked people with pure hearts. In this aspect, Salin was slightly inferior to Shika.
"Sir, Shika …" Salin was a little embarrassed. Although Fayern had helped Shika greatly, the materials he used were too precious. Fayern could not care less, but he could not ignore it. Should he compensate Fayern with something?
But Fayern's metal block could not be measured with money.
"Salin, just take it as a little tribute to your teacher." Fayern smiled and looked at Salin.
Hearing Fayern mention Jason, Salin felt a wave of warmth in his heart. In this world, there were still people who cared about him and protected him. For example, his teacher, Shika, and Fayern.
These were things that could not be bought with money, and could not be measured with any benefits.
"Salin, don't worry. Your teacher will be fine. Although the Magic Tower is dangerous, it cannot trap a strong person like him. Although Subonso was only lightly injured, he has offended your teacher. He will not be able to eat or sleep well in the future. It will be difficult for him to continue advancing. Don't worry about this, or you will end up like him. "
"I understand, sir …"
"It's good that you understand. Stay here, don't waste this opportunity. I'm going to rest." Fayern said as he stood up from the chair and walked to the back tiredly.
The eight magicians heard Fayern's reminder and suddenly came to a realization. Although all the metal blocks had disappeared, the elemental undulations on the experiment platform had not disappeared. They could take this opportunity to continue experiencing it. No matter how much they could experience, it would be an exceptionally valuable experience.
"Master, Master!" In the courtyard, Neris shouted loudly. Salin was furious. She was in the middle of understanding the mysteries of magic, but Neris's shouting was very rude. He quickly walked out of the laboratory and saw Neris curled up on the steps, looking at him pitifully.
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