I have a magical world

Chapter 97: Tasteful, the dwarf blacksmith’s pursuit of consciousness (new) [Qiu Zhui Order Ⅱ]

The process of "cultivating feelings" is extremely slow.

Three low-level demon species were beating with dim light, and a whirlpool of magic power invisible to the naked eye was stirring.

Chen Xuan released his own spiritual power and strengthened it through the process of sensing magic power.

4.7 meters, 4.8 meters, 4.9 meters, 5 meters...

His brow chakra was hot and his forehead was covered with sweat.

The released spiritual power is like a puddle of water, slowly expanding towards the periphery.

When this range reaches five meters, it suddenly encounters a bottleneck.

In Chen Xuan's perception, an invisible barrier seemed to appear around him.

They restrain the mental power and make it difficult to move forward.

Magic cultivation relies on quantity and there is no mandatory bottleneck, but meditation is different.

Normally, a black iron caster with average qualifications would need an average of 3 to 7 naroya days to break through to the bronze level. During this period, he must remain focused and calm, and devote all his energy to sensing weaknesses.

Bottlenecks are also an exercise.

These situations are all recorded in the "Spirit Power Meditation Method".

Chen Xuan didn't panic at all. He concentrated on controlling his mental power to try to sense and integrate into the invisible barrier.

In the process, his mental power became more nuanced.

If the original mental power was just a pool of stagnant water, then in the process of sensing the barrier, it turned into living water with greater plasticity and permeability.

I don't know how much time passed, but Chen Xuan finally found the weak point of the barrier.

He condensed his mental energy into one force and hit it hard.

"Crack!"

The cracking sound echoed in his head.

The invisible barrier collapsed, and his mental strength instantly stretched.

The range quickly expanded from 5 meters to about 7 meters!

The standard for Bronze-level mental power to be separated from the body is 7 to 20 meters.

Also improved is supersensory vision.

In the super-sensory state, all the enemy's movements will slow down at 0.7 times speed.

Elemental sensing is also clearer and more intuitive, making it smoother to build spell models.

After the induction ended, his mental power returned to his thoughts like a tide.

When Chen Xuan opened his eyes, his eyes were bright and clear, becoming brighter and clearer.

There is a feeling of "captivating eyes".

But soon, the bright eyes dimmed.

I just discovered that my eyes have a certain zoom ability, the magnification is not much, it can probably zoom in to 1.2 times.

When he tries to zoom in, his eyes become particularly bright.

These are all enhancements to the five senses brought about by spiritual meditation.

Therefore, spell casters are all guys with sharp ears and eyesight.

There is no adaptation period for the advancement of mental meditation, allowing Chen Xuan to clearly perceive the changes.

After calming down for a moment, he turned to look at the water clock timer beside him. It was already bright outside, but the weather was still gloomy.

Both suns were obscured by clouds, revealing a dim halo.

In the farther and smaller dark sun, there is only a blue light spot like a jelly bean.

It was already the third water hour of the sun, and Kitten Girl was taking the Zerikan sisters to practice shooting in the simple shooting range on the first floor.

It was renovated by Rebecca herself. She asked the leather tanner to buy a lot of thick animal skins, and also bought a few low-level [Tranquility] runes to embed them in, so that it could become an excellent shooting range.

However, due to the size of the room, only five-meter targets can be shot there, so it’s no problem to practice and have fun.

The two Dora sisters are passionate about firearms beyond imagination.

They seemed to have seen some kind of magic explosive made by Eastern alchemists somewhere.

This resulted in a love and worship of explosions and firearms.

Every time they practiced shooting, the two sisters would shout non-stop in the ancient dialect of the Eastern Region.

Being Chen Xuan's slave involves no abuse, no humiliation, and no imaginary coercion.

As for asking them to kill people, it's not even a big deal.

For the women of Zerikan, killing people is as normal as drinking water and eating.

Both sisters felt a little lucky.

But a sense of identity and belonging still takes time to develop.

When he walked into the "shooting range", the two sisters were competing with Kitty Girl in a shooting competition.

Although the distance is fixed, the target can be reduced.

At this time, their target was a dead fly the size of a green pea.

There was also a bullet-proof plate underneath, which was full of dents left by gunshots.

"Owner!"

The clever little cat girl was the first to put down her pistol and salute him.

Yucca, the older of the Zerikan sisters, also lowered her gun.

"Master, okay!"

Only the younger sister, Libeya, raised her hand and shot the dead fly until it was reduced to ashes. Then she turned around and stuck out her tongue at Chen Xuan.

"Owner!"

"The gun is awesome!"

Both sisters put on short linen linings, the same style of cool.

When they were raising their guns and shooting, Chen Xuan could still see the wheat-colored Confucian soldiers taking the lead.

Without lingering too much on these scenery, he rubbed Rebecca's ears and asked softly.

"Has Ophelia contacted you?"

The cat girl was seen enjoying his touch and slowly shook her head.

"Not yet!"

"No...no! No!"

Beria was learning the language next to him, and this guy had a more lively and naughty temperament.

Moreover, Chen Xuan discovered that the Zerikan woman had completely different faces in normal times and when she was killing people.

"If she still hasn't contacted you after another water clock, you can use code words to contact her."

"Okay, Master!"

Kitten Girl bowed and saluted him.

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[A dedicated building for the author]

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After saying that, he stood up with a smile and left the simple shooting range.

Standing outside the house, Chen Xuan thought that the current residence was still too simple.

Since there was still a gap during the water clock, he did not intend to waste precious time.

Prepare to practice with the magic crystal purchased from Crooked Bone Market.

It is very efficient to practice first-level magic with a bronze-level mental meditation level.

After he returned upstairs, the two Zerikan sisters at the shooting range fired a few more shots.

Kitten Girl blushed and fiddled with the magazine absentmindedly.

The house was filled with smoke and looked a bit like a mist.

But at this moment, sister Beria's nose suddenly moved.

Zerikan people hunt all year round and are extremely sensitive to the various special smells emitted by living creatures.

Because there are many smells that can reveal the status of prey.

"suck…"

Belial finally smelled Kitten Girl's side.

"Sister, smell her body."

"Fa, fa, it's hydrogen~"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

…

Magtan City Blacksmiths Guild.

Ruggedness is the only style here.

Two-thirds of the area of ​​this large association is a forging workshop.

The core area is composed of several huge furnaces.

Even the air smelled of coke.

Rune-reinforced stone chimneys vent smoke high into the sky.

There was a layer of charcoal ash falling on the ground in the courtyard, and there were messy muddy footprints everywhere.

Because it had just rained last night, these charcoal ash was glowing with a bright black luster.

The disgraced third-level blacksmith, the dwarf Jason Ironfurnace, was personally waiting for Ophelia at the door.

When he saw that the other party was also riding a bicycle, he couldn't help but smile.

The 28 big bars were as smooth as walking on the hard stone road next to the association, and the accumulated water was rippled away, leaving only a trace of water after the wheels ran over it.

"Hello Yao noon! My dear half-elf lady!"

Ophelia stopped her bicycle, nodded to Master Jason and responded.

"Good afternoon, Master Jason."

She knew the concept of the master in front of her. He was one of the few iron knights in the city.

Then she followed Jason towards the inside of the association.

The temperature here is several degrees higher than outside.

When we arrived at the not too clean living room, there was only one person in the room, Jason Tieluo.

The entire blacksmiths' association is busy with its own affairs.

"Where's the president?"

she asked doubtfully.

Jason was rummaging through boxes in the living room.

"Damn it, where did that Mars guy hide his bottle of fine wine?"

"Hey, isn't this the bottle of fruit wine you brought back from the giant city?"

"Dear lady, I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

He climbed out of the cabinet, holding two horn glasses and half a bottle of wine.

Seeing this scene, Ophelia was speechless.

Most dwarf blacksmiths are somewhat nagging and cynical.

They are serious only when it comes to blacksmithing and forging.

Jason poured two glasses of wine, picked up the glass and said with a hearty smile.

"According to the rules of the dwarves, you must drink a glass of wine before talking."

"For your health, for Magtan City, and for killing all the monsters that are the sons of bitches!"

"cheers!"

He was passionate and never on the same page as Ophelia.

Helpless, the half-elf eldest lady picked up the wine glass and touched it lightly with him, took a sip and passed the test.

"Why isn't the president here?"

She once again asked the question she was holding back.

Jason smacked his lips, savoring the taste of the fruit wine.

Then he stared at Ophelia as if she were a fool.

"The president only wants to stay in the forging room."

"This matter is handled by me, Jason Ironforge, a third-level blacksmith certified by the Kingdom of Duroa, an Iron Knight certified by the Multi-ethnic Alliance Blacksmiths Association, and a second-level material alchemist in Giant City!"

He announced a long list of titles, and then, like a magic trick, threw out two bulging money bags.

"There are sixty dark gold coins here!"

"The Magtan City Blacksmiths Association ordered 300 bicycles from you!"

“It has to be the same style and quality that I bought before!”

"How many naroya days can your caravan deliver the goods?"

Ophelia was stunned. She picked up the purse and opened it and took a look. They were all brand new dark gold coins.

The deposit was given immediately, and she had never seen such a cheerful customer!

"I need confirmation, maybe a few Narayas..."

"I will give you an accurate answer tomorrow."

Remembering that her master had said that she could get a large quantity of goods quickly, she conservatively gave a deadline.

Jason Ironforge disapproved and picked up the wine glass again and took a long sip.

"I know you are the daughter of Ansetus."

"All ten Narayas must arrive within 10 days."

"They will be used soon on the Western Front, and the Blacksmiths' Guild will need to improve them in the meantime."

He bluntly said that the main production of major manufacturing associations gives priority to the supply front.

Compared with small border towns like Magtan City, the battlefields everywhere are real hells.

Hundreds of monster burrows of all levels form a formation. Hundreds of thousands of monsters appear every Naraya Day. Moreover, these monsters are no longer as scattered as scattered burrows. They move in groups and can also Co-ordination.

High-level monsters and gold-level experts fight each other, which is very brutal.

Moreover, those guys would also collect supplies from the corpses of multi-ethnic alliance soldiers to build a counter-attack defense line.

The battles between the two sides in large battlefields can sometimes even reach millions.

Compared with the real battlefield, Magatan City under daily conditions is definitely a cozy rural place.

The bones accumulated in those forward fortresses could fill the hills.

As long as one front line collapses, it will be a disaster for the surrounding towns within thousands of kilometers.

If we borrow Chen Xuan's "rat hole" metaphor to describe it.

The scattered burrows are like the occasional small mouse holes.

The caves connected together are huge holes that can collapse walls and houses.

This point-to-point confrontation method is the mainstream in Naroa today.

Adventurers and mercenaries are more like wingmen who provide assists.

It’s no wonder that the cultivation methods in Naroya Continent are not valuable. This is clearly moving in the direction of all people becoming soldiers.

The larger the base of lower-level cultivators, the more stable Naroya's basic strength will be.

Moreover, it is easy to give birth to high-level strong men.

Ophelia was not surprised at all when she heard that it was an order from the front.

"Don't worry!"

Businessmen don't say anything, they finalize the matter first before talking.

"Quick lady, you can put your money bag away now."

"Of course, we have to conclude a contract first..."

Jason said with a smile.

…

The contracting process ended quickly.

The dwarf blacksmith finished the wine in his glass and stood up to see off his guests.

When he reached out and turned the finished horn cup upside down on the table, a string of strange bracelets hidden in his sleeves suddenly slipped down.

Ophelia glanced at it accidentally and couldn't look away immediately.

"Can you...can I see the bracelet in your hand?"

Dwarves often make their own ornaments from favorite minerals or leftover scraps from a satisfying creation.

This is a memorial.

"oh?"

"Is this what you're talking about?"

Jason raised his arm and shook it, then took it off and handed it to her.

"Have you ever seen something similar?"

He narrowed his eyes, and the previous simplicity and casualness no longer existed.

Ophelia took the bracelet, and the strings on it were all warheads with severely deformed copper-clad steel lead cores.

There were also several intact shell casings and grenade fragments.

To be honest, there were two Beretta M9 pistols hanging on her waist.

Looking at the dwarf's suddenly serious expression, it was not difficult for the clever Ophelia to guess what he was thinking.

She looked normal and even smiled.

"Very strange metal!"

"I wonder which of your works is the leftover material?"

This question made the dwarf Jason blush.

"Forehead!"

"This is not my work!"

"You businessmen are well-informed. If you know anyone who has clues about this, please inform me!"

Jason Ironforge, who was eager for new technology, requested with longing.

"No problem!" Ophelia agreed readily.

Then he asked curiously.

"Can I ask why?"

Seeing that she agreed, Jason didn't hide anything and said it bluntly.

"There's new technology hidden here!"

"I want to learn!"

"No matter what the cost!"

"Look at this little bullet wrapped in soft copper!"

"You must have never imagined that it can penetrate a hand-thick hard earth wall!"

"The most important thing is that it has no elemental residue of magic gunpowder."

"I have to see the prototype and see its craftsmanship, from the projectile to the structure..."

"Every time I think about this, I get goosebumps!"

"If the blacksmith from Boltan Village hadn't reported it to me, I wouldn't have known that such a weapon existed in the world!"

"I'm not just a blacksmith!"

Jason shivered involuntarily.

This is a common reaction when emotions are aroused.

Having said this, he paused for a moment and added seriously again.

"Look for it, look for it!"

"A dedicated business lady! The young flower of the colchicum business group!"

"If I find it, I will be grateful to you."

He knew Ansetus, so he naturally understood the influence of the Colchicum merchant group, and thought that Ophelia could use the influence of the merchant group.

When the half-elf eldest lady heard Jason say the words "Blacksmith of Boltan Village", she immediately understood everything.

If blacksmiths in villages across the country find strange minerals, metals or mechanical artifacts, they can bring them to the association for appraisal. If they are judged to be valuable, they can be exchanged for a certain amount of black iron forgings.

"Whatever it takes?"

By some mistake, she asked subconsciously.

"Of course, no matter how big or small it is!"

"Okay, miss, it's time to send you away."

"According to alchemical research, the smoke from the blacksmith shop is very harmful to the health of beautiful ladies!"

"Please be careful about your bicycle!"

"Soon these bicycles will be on the front lines, replacing inefficient wooden two-wheeled transport vehicles!"

"Look at that thick flat plate. Just add two baskets and it will become an iron mule!"

…

Standing at the door of the Blacksmiths' Association, Ophelia rode away.

Jason Ironforge waved goodbye after her.

After running around for several hours, many tasks finally came to light.

It’s just that the stalker is still there!

There were at least three senior scout-level guys watching her.

One of them is also suspected of mastering some kind of stealth technique.

The stalker emerged after Harward's autopsy, and it was obvious who assigned these guys.

Her counter-reconnaissance ability is extremely strong, but the opponent is also very arrogant and does not hide throughout the whole process. It is more like a demonstration.

But she was only worried, but not afraid.

Don't look at Ophelia wearing a black iron badge and undertaking a log-level commission.

But in fact, her magic level reached bronze level three Naloa months ago.

Moreover, she has better talents than Kitty Girl and has more resources.

If she hadn't neglected her training before, she might have reached the peak bronze level long ago.

It was precisely because of this that she didn't panic at all when she met the wild boar Ragnar in the forest.

The Adventurer Association is too loose, and the information update period is ten Naloa months.

For novice adventurers with good talent and time to practice, ten Naroa months are enough to make a big difference.

"We have to find a way to get rid of them!"

Holding the handlebar with one hand, she touched the walkie-talkie hidden under the hem of her clothes with her other hand.

I have already been to the Blackthorn Tavern last time, and going there many times will definitely arouse suspicion.

"Yes!"

"Just go there!"

"No matter how arrogant these guys are, they don't dare to go in!"

Thinking of this, Ophelia turned a corner and drove towards the second circle not far away.

She arrived at her destination in more than ten minutes.

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【Water Spirit Bathhouse】

This is the mid-to-high-end bathhouse in the city.

It is divided into men's and women's baths and corresponding single rooms.

Magic detection means are installed at the entrances and exits inside and outside the bathhouse.

It has a certain counter-effect on stealth, magic disguise, and illusion.

Even high-level magic can provide timely warning.

After all, the most important thing in a bathhouse is comfort and privacy.

Ophelia parked her bicycle next to the guarded stables.

I bought a bath coupon for 50 kronor and walked into the women's bath without changing my clothes and actually washing up.

Instead, he directly found an unoccupied private room, closed the door and took out the walkie-talkie.

…

"I have basically mastered [Twining Thorns]!"

Chen Xuan opened a bottle of mineral water and drank a few big gulps.

The two sisters, Rebecca and Zerikan, changed into regular clothes and bulletproof vests and were training.

There was a pile of withered and black vines in front of him, all of which were created by magic.

In the past water hour, he had tried it more than a dozen times and was able to complete the construction of the spell model in almost 1.2 seconds, causing entangled vines to grow on the ground.

However, these vines can only last for half a minute before they suddenly wither and turn black, turning into something like mud.

It is estimated that it returns to the land and becomes nutrients again.

Sitting on a wooden chair, Chen Xuan closed his eyes and meditated in order to recover the mental power lost by casting spells.

This kind of life is actually quite good.

While he was concentrating on meditation, the intercom next to Rebecca rang.

When Chen Xuan was with her, he would only leave a walkie-talkie outside.

"It's dark, and the little bird is begging to return to its nest!"

This was another code word. The little cat girl picked up the walkie-talkie and answered skillfully: "Please return to the nest!"

"Rebecca, is the master here?"

"I'm going to report to him personally."

A steady electronic sound came from the intercom.

This magical thing once again aroused the curiosity of the two Zerikan sisters.

In the meditative state, Chen Xuan, whose mental energy was released, immediately opened his eyes.

He took the walkie-talkie handed over by Cat Lady and replied in a calm tone.

"Say it, Ophelia."

As his voice appeared, there was a quick answer on the other end of the intercom.

"Master, the Blacksmiths Guild has paid a deposit of 60,000 crowns!"

"The other party requested the delivery of three hundred bicycles within ten Naroya days."

"I don't know where you are...?"

The core of bicycle supply depends on Chen Xuan.

Hearing the good news, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"No problem, ten narayas are more than enough."

At this time, Ophelia's slightly distorted voice came from the intercom.

"By the way, Master, the Iron Knight who contacted me seems to have discovered traces of your use of weapons."

"He had a bracelet on his hand made of bullets fired from the shot."

"Please also ask me to find you!"

"I say I am willing to pay any price to learn from you."

"The other party got the news from the blacksmith in Boltan Village."

After Ophelia finished speaking, Chen Xuan fell silent.

"Good guy, is there such a thing?"

He was not surprised that the Naroa natives might have found traces of firearms.

If it is used, it will inevitably leave traces, including various shrapnel, shells, and warheads.

It is not possible to slowly clean up the battlefield under any circumstances.

If you are afraid that this kind of thing will be exposed, then just go home and raise pigs.

He was surprised that the iron knight was able to collect a lot of shrapnel, which showed that he had put a lot of thought into it.

If you have the chance, maybe you can make tentative contact.

Chen Xuan was worried that he had no way to contact him.

If possible, it can be absorbed by contract.

For example, asking a blacksmith to sign a one-day slave contract in exchange for pistol skills.

As long as the other party agrees, then he is completely on his chariot and loses the possibility of betrayal!

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If nothing else, there will be none today.

See you guys tomorrow.