A faint smile appeared on Connor's face when he sensed that the green crystal had completely melted into the black-red liquid.
After another three minutes, a thin layer of bubbles appeared on the black-red liquid in the alchemy furnace. Connor narrowed his eyes and knew that it was time.
"Rise!" Connor yelled as he spoke a syllable in the Byzantine language. As soon as Connor finished speaking, the black-red liquid in the alchemy furnace strangely rose from the furnace. It didn't seem to be affected by gravity at all, and it suddenly stopped between Connor's hands.
"…" Connor continued to chant as he carefully pulled the liquid in the air. As Connor moved his hands, the liquid was stretched into the shape of a dagger that was about 30 centimeters long.
The smile on Connor's face got bigger after the liquid was formed. He threw the dagger into the cooling pool that he had prepared beforehand.
The dagger that was full of fire instantly made a series of ear-piercing sizzling sounds when it touched the cold water in the cooling pool.
After the dagger was fully tempered in the cooling pool and cooled down, Connor flipped his hand and fished the dagger out of the cooling pool.
"Not bad, not bad. With this dagger, the abyssal secret technique that allows me to control objects with my Spiritual Energy can be put to good use!"
A satisfied smile appeared on Connor's face as he stroked the edge of the dagger and felt the coldness of the dagger.
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The sun rose in the sky. In apartment No. 16 on Lander Street, Connor who had panda eyes looked at the three shadow daggers on the table in front of him with excitement.
"Rise!"
Following Connor's incantation, two of the three shadow daggers on the table trembled slightly, then immediately stopped in midair.
With a thought, Connor controlled the two shadow daggers suspended in the air with his spirit power and immediately rushed toward the cushion on the sofa in the distance.
"Rip!"
The cushion that was lying on the sofa was instantly pierced by the two daggers, and the white feathers in the cushion were scattered everywhere.
"Hahahaha!"
Witnessing the might of these two daggers, a trace of ecstasy flashed across Connor's face. Soon after, he laughed out loud in his own apartment without any concealment!
After making the first shadow dagger last night, Connor didn't rest at all. He used all the materials that he bought and started to make them. However, Connor wasn't very lucky after that. Due to all kinds of problems, Connor only managed to make two shadow daggers after thirteen attempts. Including the one that he made earlier, he had three shadow daggers in total.
After finishing the task of making the shadow daggers, Connor didn't rest. He immediately started to search for the secret abyssal technique that used the Spiritual Force to control objects from afar.
With the help of the A.I. Chip, Connor used three hours to roughly grasp the contents of the secret technique, and successfully used his Spiritual Force to control the shadow daggers from afar.
"I've finally succeeded!" With a thought, Connor put away the three shadow daggers and slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. According to the A.I. Chip's analysis, the damage caused by the shadow daggers was roughly equivalent to a bullet fired from a revolver. Although the damage was similar to a bullet, this didn't mean that the shadow daggers were equivalent to bullets.
If that was the case, Connor's purchase of materials, alchemy furnaces, and learning the secret technique would have been completely meaningless. Connor could have gone to the black market merchant, Vallejo, and spent a few gold pounds to buy tens of bullets.
In fact, if one were to forcefully link the shadow daggers to bullets, then under the control of Connor's Spiritual Force, the shadow daggers would be like bullets that had their eyes open and could turn on their own.
"Fifteen refinements, three successes, a success rate of 20%. My refinement success rate should be pretty good!" Connor stroked his chin with some self-satisfaction. According to the records in 'Reyes's Alchemy', Connor was definitely worthy of being called an alchemy genius if he was able to achieve such a high success rate for the first time.
"No matter what Reyes is plotting against me, it's always good to keep a trump card just in case. Besides, if Reyes asks me the reason, I won't be able to explain myself." Connor nodded heavily. He was determined to keep it a secret and not tell Reyes that he had successfully made the shadow daggers for the time being.
"With my current Spiritual Force, controlling two shadow daggers at the same time is already my limit. I'll have to sell the third shadow dagger in exchange for gold pounds."
This was a strategy that Connor had decided on long ago. He had memorized the refining methods and the list of materials required in 'Reyes's Alchemy'. Connor didn't recognize most of the materials required, but Connor recognized some of them from the list. It was enough to shock Connor. For example, diamond rock, mithril, and the like were all at least a hundred gold pounds per kilogram.
If he wanted to buy these things, not to mention that Connor hadn't inherited the Ferguson family yet, even if he did, it would be difficult for him to continue on the path of alchemy with the Ferguson family's negative financial situation.
Therefore, if Connor wanted to go further on the path of alchemy, the only way was to refine a magic item and sell it to earn the difference in price. As for who to sell this extra shadow dagger to, Connor narrowed his eyes as he thought of a 'vampire'.
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"Lord Surrey, you're such a generous and selfless elder. I'm counting on you this time!" At the entrance of the Bournemouth Hotel in the eastern district of Loen, the businessman Vallejo was nodding and bowing as he carefully helped an old man with white hair into a carriage.
"Burp … Vallejo, I'm very satisfied with your hospitality. Don't worry, you can count on me if you want to join the Valencia Chamber of Commerce. Just wait for my good news within a week." After getting into the carriage, the old man called "Lord Surrey" stretched out a finger full of age spots and pointed at Vallejo. However, it was obvious that he was drunk and didn't realize that his finger was poking Vallejo's smiling face.
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