Chapter 232: Lanchi and the Great Poet Collaborate Once More
Chapter 232: Lanchi and the Great Poet Collaborate Once More
The magical barrier of the card-making workshop was so powerful that even Boss Cat was shut out. But now, it seemed to enjoy watching Lanchi at work and crouched outside the workshop, quietly observing.
"Take a look, take a peek, meow."
Boss Cat felt that listening to Lanchi's card explosions was quite stress-relieving, and it was even more curious about what the boy could create if he didn't burn his cards to a crisp.
It was only recently that Boss Cat had overheard Tata and Hyperian chatting that it realized it had underestimated this young man!
Who would have thought that he was a genius with a registered Gold-level Card Maker's license from the Southern Continent Card Maker's Association?
It was unimaginable that a Gold-level Card Maker would fail to produce a single card after dozens of attempts under its watchful eye, causing Boss Cat to suspect that the boy was deliberately experimenting with ways to increase the explosiveness of his failures.
Lanchi glanced at the little black cat by the door and felt that it was quite a suitable companion for him; he experienced the joy of owning a pet without actually having one.
Then, Lanchi turned his attention back to the task at hand.
All the equipment in the workshop within the dormitory had been replaced with the highest-grade models provided by the Ikelite branch of the Southern Continent Card Maker's Association, arranged by Vice President Lawrence, who had overseen his exam. They were sent along with Lanchi's temporary Gold-level Card Maker's license, to be used before his Platinum-level review.
Lanchi first placed a deep purple, rock-like Rubik's cube-shaped prop on the cabinet at the far end of the workshop.
This prop could record the entire card-making process and was used to verify the creator of a magic card. In the Card Maker's Association, when applying for patents or seeking promotions, a record of the process of creating high-quality magic cards was crucial if the card was made outside the presence of official witnesses.
Vice President Lawrence had told Lanchi that in future reviews, there might be hostile members of the Card Maker's Association headquarters, who opposed the Herton Kingdom or the Duke of Migaya, looking for faults and questioning his abilities and stability. Therefore, as a precaution, Lanchi must record the process if he ever created high-quality magic cards. This record could be used as leverage in the final review council to assert his capabilities.
While the detailed steps of the creation process and the attributes of the final product could be hidden, the device ensured that the quality and tier of the magic card produced could not be falsified.
After clearing a spacious area on the workbench, Lanchi took three divided trays from the three-tiered cart beside him, filled with various materials. He checked the proportions he had prepared beforehand.
Placing them next to the workbench, with the collaboration of the Great Poet, he invested the techniques he had polished day and night for the past half a year. His gaze was calm, and his hands were skilled as he performed the final processing of the materials.
Just purchasing the auxiliary materials for this sealing card, with the Wolf King's Proud Heart as its core, had nearly depleted Lanchi's entire savings, including the money he had saved up, the bounty on the Saint of Destruction, and his share of Professor Bolao's compensation.
This was after taking into account Vice President Lawrence's efforts to lower the material costs and procure some rare sealing auxiliary materials from the branches in other countries at the fastest speed.
Even this step of pre-processing the materials with Lanchi and the Great Poet would be enough to make the hands of an ordinary card maker tremble.
However, even Talia had praised Lanchi for his naturally calm demeanor, saying that he wouldn't even bat an eye when walking a tightrope.
This was a state that most card makers could not achieve even after a lifetime of practice.
And Lanchi was just like that with everything he did; it came naturally to him.
Just like that.
The clock in the living room ticked away.
Unknowingly, several dozen minutes had passed.
"Great Poet, can we begin?" Lanchi asked as he set down the last piece of processed material, ready to be used, and turned to the Great Poet beside him, who was mixing magical ink.
Having the Great Poet as a medium was indispensable for Lanchi to use demonic magic script without backlash in his human body, and having such an assistant and collaborator was also Lanchi's confidence in creating high-quality magic.
Her innate talent for understanding magic engineering seemed to be inherited from the demon craftsman who left behind the ["Elegy Scripture"] in ancient times, as if she were the incarnation of that craftsman.
And there was a part of the ["Elegy Scripture"] that remained in the Great Poet's body, which even Talia couldn't understand when she used the ["Elegy Scripture"] to make cards. It could lock onto targets with race, gender, and true name, involving a mixture of curses and seals. With Lanchi's current understanding of sealing techniques, he couldn't comprehend it at all and could only see the terrifying level of the demon craftsman's magic prowess.
The Great Poet's face also turned cold, her golden eyes devoid of any emotion.
"You can start on your own, I'll help you," she said.
The Great Poet wasn't just looking more serious; she was fully imitating Talia to help Lanchi feel the presence of a strict supervisor, aiding him in entering a state of deep immersion.
"Alright," Lanchi replied.
That familiar stern gaze instantly put pressure on Lanchi, but he didn't hesitate. After entering his focused state, he took the magical ink that the Great Poet had just prepared by grinding fire-attribute magic crystal powder and mixing it with sealing-specialized magic core liquid.
The moment he touched the test tube, Lanchi's magic resonated and synchronized with the ink, as if the ink were actively accommodating his magic.
Even without inspection or measurement, Lanchi was sure that the Great Poet had mixed the perfect proportion for him.
He poured the ink into the magic pen, feeling the flow of its magic, and unlocked the seal on the ["Wolf King's Proud Heart"]. As the sturdy silver stone layer cracked and scattered, the intertwining blue and purple veins gradually became clear, transforming into a transparent, heart-shaped gem.
Then, he proceeded to a crucial step in the entire process of making the summoning card—enchanting and modifying the core material, using it as a cornerstone to impart magic circuit and structure, and extending and connecting it.
This step required all participants to concentrate and achieve a highly synchronized state, almost as if their hearts were beating as one.
As Lanchi's pen and knife trembled with precision, the Great Poet also inscribed the magic script that they had built with their magic into every magic line that had been budgeted. Translating and rewriting the mixed human and demon magic script, the text squirmed like a worm nest, intricate and complex.
They invested their full attention into the engraving process, as if the outside world, no matter how loud, had nothing to do with the space in this card-making workshop.
Gradually, the sense of time faded away.
The minute hand on the living room clock had gone around and around, and Boss Cat had left Lanchi's home at noon, bringing him lunch and placing it on the table. Still, there was no sign of Lanchi stopping his work anytime soon.
(End of Chapter)
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