Abe the Wizard

Almost without any hesitation, Abel took out a bottle of ‘soul medicine' to open and pour in, and his brain began to run wildly like an over-frequency computer, and the complex web of patterns perceived by mental power appeared in his mind in a three-dimensional fashion, and it kept spinning as the brain scrutinized the angles of the web.

Spiritual force found the starting line of the web, and began to delineate the structure of the line along the line of the pattern at the beginning, and Abel found that the hole used only one line from the beginning to the completion of the web, and the thickness of the line and the angle of the turn were constantly changing.

In Abel's mind, this change in line composition seemed to have a magical force, and after a complete repetition of the pattern mesh, the original pattern mesh disappeared, leaving only the newly drawn pattern mesh structure behind.

At this time, a shadow appeared in his mind. In front of the shadow was a complete set of blacksmith tools, including a fireplace, iron hammer, iron anvil, etc., while in the hand of the shadow was a sword. The shadow began to punch over the sword. This working shadow appeared to have the same experience as Abel himself. The sword was constantly converted between the fireplace and the anvil, and soon a hole was opened.

Next, the blacksmith tools in front of the shadow all of a sudden disappeared, replacing Abel's most accustomed workbench of drawing symbols with a pen and a bottle of ink.

The shadow began to paint the web in the hole, the memory of the shadow was terrible, just so complex the web didn't seem to have any difficulty to paint perfectly, but then the hole began to blow up at the moment of painting success, the production failed!

The shadow of the mind constantly repeats the process of making the holes, proofreading the shape of the holes from a little bit, making them exactly the same shape, size and depth as the holes on the Wizard's Staff, but failing or emerging.

If it is the average person who may be bored with countless failures, but the virtual shadow in the mind is not, the shape of the hole is perfect, start converting the ink, all the ink of various known attributes are tested, along with the ink not collected due to the material, fortunately this is virtual in the mind, as long as you know the properties of the material, you can virtually come out, then the experiment is endless, a little fine-tuning the ink, after all the possibilities fail, change to another ink.

After adding a material ratio in the attributeless ink, the hole was drawn and not blown up, but a white light appeared successfully, and a groove similar to the hole on the magician's staff appeared on the sword.

Slowly awake, Abel looked at the four bottles of ‘soul medicine' used on the ground and laughed bitterly. It took a lot of ‘soul medicine' to master each of the skills he was now exposed to. I thought there were more than twenty bottles of ‘soul medicine', but now there are only two bottles belonging to him.

Though ‘soul medicine' was used up, Abel was still very excited, and the ability to punch holes in the dark world was the ability of a very powerful blacksmith, who is now able to possess it.

Abel came to the blacksmith's shop and started forging the knight's sword. First, he forged a hundred and thirty rough blanks, then he forged the shape of the sword, then he opened the blade. Finally, he opened a hole at the edge of the sword. He was absolutely worthy of the title of master blacksmith. There was no mistake in the whole forging process, every move was correct, and the hole was the same as that made by a virtual figure.

The next step is to make a special attributeless ink. When Abel has not studied alchemy before, he can make a character ink. Now that he has alchemy, the character ink is even easier. After making it, he uses a Heradic square to synthesize it, and a special attributeless ink is made.

Abel used 'Akala's pen' during the drawing process, and throughout the drawing process, with a slight error, 'Akala's pen' reminded him that at the end of the last one, a white light flashed and a perfect hole was opened.

Success! Abel took an unbroken sapphire from the space bag and put it in the hole, which seemed to survive and swallowed the unbroken sapphire, and the surface of the sword showed no trace of the inlay.

Abel put this knight's sword in the Heradic Square for identification.

Great Sword [Normal] (1)

One Hand Damage: 3-7

Durability: 24 of 24

+ 3-5 point Ice Damage

With grooves (1)

Watching Heraldic squares recognize the holes he punched with his own hands, Abel's heart gave rise to a sense of pride, punching holes in any piece of equipment, with only two chances for each person in the dark world, and now he has the same ability.

After a while, Abel looked closely at the sword in front of him. He was still a little unhappy, so he threw the sword into the earth fire again. After a while, the red sword was placed on the anvil. He wanted to make a second hole for the sword at this moment.

At first, everything went very well, because with experience and almost no difficulty, it soon came to the drawing of the web, and ‘Akala's pen' once again helped Abel to perfectly draw the web, but just as he thought this time he was going to succeed, the sword suddenly began to make a broken sound, the knight's inspiration began to alarm, and Abel, who had made countless blasting swords, did not think, the first thing was to incorporate the sword into the Heradic square.

Failed, a good open sword turned into an exploding sword, Abel walked a distance out of Rogue camp and opened the portal. When the portal was about to disappear, he took the sword out of the Heradic square and threw it out, and the man rushed into the portal quickly.

Listening to the distant explosions in Camp Rogue, Abel was helpless and wondered what went wrong and how this could have happened, and he knew perfectly well that there had been no slight error in all the operations just now.

Looking at the last two bottles of 'soul medicine', Abel crossed his mind and took out another bottle of poured in the entrance, the virtual figure reappeared, but now in front of it was a big sword that opened a hole, the figure began to punch holes, drawing a web of graphics, at the moment of completion, the big sword exploded, but the big sword in his mind disappeared at the moment of explosion.

And then there were countless experiments, and all the possibilities were taken out, and repeated experiments, and it wasn't until Abbott's hand reached for another bottle of 'soul medicine' that he realized that 'soul medicine' was gone.

The last two bottles of 'soul medicine' did not help Abel solve the problem, nor did he want to take up the resources of the Black Wind and the White Cloud, which even the Black Wind and the White Cloud did not know existed, but he was the same person who would not do anything to the detriment of his partner.

There seemed to be only one possibility, from experimenting with ‘soul medicine' when the brain had just warmed up to finally waking up from fruitlessness, that Abel had never touched a two-hole piece of equipment, and that the second hole in the two-hole piece of equipment might have a completely different method of suppression than the first hole.

This possibility is almost certain in the mind, but it is too late, he has been in Camp Logue for almost ten days, the evening of the Holy Continent is almost over, the morning is coming and cannot be delayed here any longer.

Abel thought that he would have access to two holes of equipment in the future, and the township transmission reel was activated, and he called off the skull and returned with the black wind to the villa on Lambert Road in the city of Anjost.

Clean yourself and the blood stains from the black wind before closing both arrays.

“Master! I've prepared breakfast for you!” Butler Brewer was already waiting outside the door of Abel's room to see him come out and bow down, "he said.

“Thank you, Brewer!” Abel nodded with a smile.

The housekeeper Brewer leading the way was walking strangely. Today, the owner was obviously a little different. He seemed to have a terrible sense of repression. When the owner opened the door, he might have screamed if it hadn't been for good housekeeping, because when the owner opened the door, he felt like a horrible presence coming out.