Chronicles of Ryan the Wizard

The bright moonlight enveloped the earth. It was a quiet night, with only the gurgling sound of the stream not far away and the crackling sound of a campfire burning.

Elendo had already fallen asleep, but Ryan, who was in the same tent with him, couldn’t sleep over and over again. He didn’t want to do this again. The province affected Elendo to rest, so he put on his own magic. The teacher's robe slowly walked out of the tent.

Although it was already spring, the severe cold of winter did not fade away. When Ryan got out of the tent, he felt a bit of chill. He tucked his clothes, looked up, and saw Daphne sitting by the campfire watching the night.

Daphne also heard the sound of Ryan opening the tent, turned her head and looked at it. Seeing that it was the magician, she immediately turned her head back and continued to play with the dagger in her hand, pretending that she did not see Ryan.

Ryan shrugged.Everyone walked together for three days. The luggage and equipment were all carried by Bury and the others in turn. They were also responsible for the hunting of food and night vigil when they rested every day.Ryan once offered to share, but Bury refused with a smile, while Daphne muttered behind her back: "Just your thin body?"

But apart from this, Daphne never said anything to Ryan. Compared to Daphne's unfriendly performance when the two first met, it was indeed very good.Since Daphne wasn't provoking, and Bury didn't need to do anything by himself, Ryan was happy, and took out the book about the making of the magic circle that Victor had given him every day when he rested.Ryan wanted to learn a long time ago, but unfortunately, there was no time during the competition. Now it is rare to have free time, just to study it.

Now that Daphne ignored herself as always, Ryan didn't take it to heart. He walked a few steps to the opposite side of Daphne and sat down across the bonfire.Ryan took out the book that Victor had given him, opened it slowly, and then turned to the place where he saw it last time, and continued to read it.

Prior to this, Ryan had read the experience that Flagimi, the president of the Magic Guild of Elfa City, gave him completely. He also tried to make some magic circles, but they were all very simple and basic. It has no effect.Later, after receiving Victor’s guidance, Ryan realized that the production of this magic circle turned out to be very mysterious: the works originally designed and completed by Ryan himself usually hope to achieve a very good effect. Because Ryan’s own production level is not good enough, Therefore, the magic produced is either not used, or the magic circle symbol is out of shape to achieve the expected effect, which affects the use.

Victor told Ryan that he hoped that he would give up those too difficult goals and start with the magic he is best at, such as making "magic missiles" scrolls.The magic missile is the magic that Ryan is very good at. Making a scroll of this kind of magic that he is extremely familiar with will definitely be very simple, and it will also facilitate Ryan to accumulate experience.

Ryan watched the production of the magic scroll for a while by the bonfire. He had read this content several times and thought about the whole production process many times in his mind, but he never dared to try it.But tonight Ryan decided to give it a try. On the one hand, the experience of making magic circles always stays in the books. Without actual operation, he can’t really improve his abilities. Besides, Victor gave himself a lot of raw materials anyway, even if It doesn't matter to waste a little bit.

When he thought of it, Ryan quickly took out the materials that Victor had given him from his storage pocket, and placed them one by one next to him. Then Ryan took out a flat wooden board, and A blank scroll was placed on the board.

After finishing this, Ryan opened the book that Victor gave him, and slowly compared the descriptions in the book, and learned the names and general uses of the materials one by one, and soon Ryan realized that he didn't use these at all. Things, because to make a simple magic scroll, you only need to use special ink, and you can't use these mithril powder, fine gold powder, magic essence and the like.

Ryan put those that were not needed into his bag one by one, leaving only something called night ink, which is a carefully configured black magic ink specially used to write magic scrolls.Ryan took out a quill that was said to be made from the tail feathers of the pheasant tail mountain eagle, dipped a little ink, and began to write slowly on the blank scroll.

At the beginning, Ryan's heart was very nervous, he carefully wrote, lest he drew the magic symbols wrong, but when he painted, Ryan gradually forgot about other things and devoted himself to making the scroll.

I don't know how long it took, and Ryan finally finished the scroll. He put down the quill and let out a long sigh, very happy in his heart.Ryan took a closer look at his work with the light of the fire. Although many parts of this scroll were not well painted, it was indeed a complete magic scroll. As long as it was torn apart, the magic circle stored on the scroll could be triggered. Release a magic missile.

Ryan once heard Victor say that to make a magic scroll is almost equivalent to consuming twice the magic power of the normal release of the magic, and the power that the scroll can achieve is only about half of the normal release, and at most it reaches a normal level. 70% of the scroll, but after the scroll is made, even people who don’t know how to use magic can release it, because the magic required to release magic is stored in the scroll.A well-prepared magician can explode beyond his own level if he goes all out. The fundamental reason is these pre-prepared magic scrolls.

Ryan didn't feel the decay of his own magical power. After all, he could release hundreds of magical missiles at a time, and the amount of magical power consumed now was simply insignificant.So Ryan took out another blank scroll and started again.

After a long time, Ryan put down the pheasant tail quill, raised his arms and stretched out a lazy waist, then stood up and moved his body. After all, he had been sitting for a while.Although he was a little tired, Ryan’s heart was really happy. It was a joy of harvest. Just now, he made five magic scrolls in succession, and the magic array on it painted more than one. Careful and fully able to see my progress.

Ryan looked up at the night sky and said silently in his heart: "Fani, you see that I can complete the magic scroll independently." At this moment, Ryan suddenly missed the scene when he watched the night sky with Fara. By your side, that would be great." Ryan thought with regret.