Chapter 257 107 Trapped Nice

Chapter 257 -107- Trapped Nice

This is an alchemy workshop with a variety of magic materials piled up.

The common magic tool tables on the continent can almost be seen here, and the bookshelves are filled with books recording alchemy and magic pattern engraving.

A wizard and alchemist in robes are shuttling between various workbenches, making various magic props or engraving magic weapons, busy all the time.

In the corner of the alchemy workshop, the finished magic equipment is almost piled up into a small mountain.

Looking around, almost all are armor and weapons.

Not far from the magic equipment, on a chair covered with real velvet, a fat black cat is lazily leaning on a soft pillow.

It raised its head proudly, chewing the carefully prepared dried fish leisurely, and lazily watching the busy wizards and alchemists.

It looks so happy.

Well, if it didn't have the metal collar with inscriptions on its neck, and the collar didn't have the enchanted chain fixed to the workbench, it might be... true.

From time to time, an alchemist or wizard would come to the locked black cat with unfinished enchanting props and frown to ask for advice.

Their postures were more respectful than each other, and their tones were more sincere than each other:

"Mr. Nice, how can the engraving of this kind of inscription perfectly balance the reaction of water and fire elements?"

"Mr. Nice, which one is more suitable as the core component of magic superconductivity, mithril or fine gold?"

"Mr. Nice, I have enchanted this enchanted armor three times, but it fails every time. I have never been able to find the reason. Can you help me take a look?"

The black cat lazily changed his posture on the velvet cushion.

Amber eyes lightly glanced at the various materials brought by the wizard and alchemist, and the black cat lazily said:

"Balanced reaction of water element and fire element? Tsk, you have to add the flower fluid of the magic-blocking flower to this inscription. You want to balance it without harmony? Hey, it's good enough if it doesn't explode!"

"Mithril? Fine gold? You read too many third-rate alchemy books and magic books on weekdays, right?"

"Stupid! You only know how to study hard! Although mithril and fine gold can be used as the main materials of magic superconducting components, that is under the premise that the props have stable magic superconductivity. But look at what you enchanted? It's a steel sword whose material is not very pure! In this case, you must use star rock with a milder magic effect! ”

“Good fellow… you can enchant this three times? Throw it away! It’s hopeless! You’re even more stupid than that guy just now!”

“I’ve told you so many times that not everything can be enchanted. I don’t know how many times this armor of yours has been repaired. It has long lost its enchantment potential! Enchanting it is as difficult as carving patterns on your butt!”

“Go back and tell the people of the Legris family that if they don’t have enough money, don’t even think about changing all the equipment to enchantments! If you have that spare money to purchase materials, you might as well go to East Yunite to hire a few more mercenaries!”

The black cat’s attitude is not good at all. It can even be said that it is full of yin and yang, and it criticizes the magicians and alchemists who come to consult.

However, the magicians and alchemists who come to consult don’t care at all.

In other words, they are almost paying attention to the black cat’s various suggestions, and even take out paper and pen to record its various comments.

From time to time, you can see that after a sharp evaluation, complaints and abuse from Black Cat, a mage or alchemist suddenly shows an expression of sudden enlightenment.

They excitedly bowed to Black Cat, and then returned to their workbench in ecstasy to continue trying.

While chewing dried fish, Black Cat glanced at the busy people, and whispered "a bunch of half-baked people who are not even third-rate" and so on...

Until a piercing bell sounded, the busy mages and alchemists stopped their work.

Except for those craftsmen who were working at the key part, most people subconsciously took out their tableware and left the workshop in a swarm.

Seeing this scene, Black Cat curled his lips and looked even more disdainful:

"You are not good at anything, but you are the best at eating..."

Until most of the mages and alchemists left the workshop, leaving only those spellcasters who were completely immersed in their work and almost forgot everything around them, Black Cat put away his contemptuous eyes.

Its lazy look was almost swept away in an instant, and its chubby body stood up immediately. Its two chubby claws grabbed the metal collar and chain on the cat's neck, and tried desperately to take it off.

However, the chain was made of unknown materials, and no matter how it tried, it could not loosen it at all.

The black cat did not believe it, it looked around, and its eyes quickly fell on a general enchanted dagger on the workbench that should have been forgotten by the maker.

Then, it came up to it with a hissing sound, stretched out its claws with difficulty to reach it, and then bit the handle of the dagger and cut the chain that imprisoned itself back and forth.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do these useless things."

The cold voice suddenly sounded, and the black cat Nice was immediately startled.

Its hair exploded almost instantly, and the dagger in its mouth fell to the ground with a click, and a pair of cat eyes stared at the door of the workshop vigilantly.

At the entrance of the workshop, a black-haired girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old was standing there with her arms folded across her chest.

She was wearing a black skirt armor, her scarlet pupils were calm, and her delicate face was expressionless.

Seeing the girl, the mages and alchemists who were working in the workshop stopped their work and stood up quickly:

"O...Lord Eudocia!"

They saluted respectfully, with a little fear in their stuttering voices.

The girl glanced at them lightly, without saying a word, but took a step and walked towards Nice.

Looking at the girl, Nice subconsciously shrank back, his voice full of vigilance:

"Is...you? Why are you here?"

"I came to see our captives. I heard that some guys are doing well in the workshop and have convinced many of our senior magic craftsmen..."

The girl said meaningfully.

As she spoke, her eyes fell on the chain with marks on Nice's neck and the dagger that fell next to the cat's paw, and she said meaningfully:

"Some people don't seem to have given up their plan to escape from prison. It seems that they need to be re-educated again."

After hearing the girl's words, Nice's expression changed, and he quickly slapped the dagger next to him with one claw:

"Escape from prison? No, no... misunderstanding! This is all misunderstanding! It's not true! I just help to see their work! Well... Isn't this what you want me to do?"

The girl looked at it deeply and didn't answer.

She came to Nice, bent down and picked up the dagger that Nice had just slapped away. After looking at it for a while, she said:

"Compound enchantment of opposing elements, it is said... This is a lost enchantment method. Did you teach them?"

Nice coughed lightly, and after seeing that the girl didn't seem to pursue its attempt to cut the chain and escape, he gradually felt relieved.

It regained its proud look and nodded slightly:

"Of course, Mr. Cat knows a lot of things. If I just reveal a little bit, it will be enough for these guys to figure out!"

However, at this moment, the girl changed the subject and looked at Nice with a faint gaze:

"But as far as I know, this enchantment technique has been lost in Miria for nearly three hundred years. It has long been cut off with the disappearance of its inventor, the legendary wizard Nicholas..."

"I have observed you for many days. You seem to have mastered many ancient enchantment techniques. Some alchemical techniques are also very similar to the Nicholas School of West Yunet."

"You... are a secret wizard of the Nicholas School?"

After hearing the girl's words, Nice immediately looked confused:

"Huh? What are you talking about? What school? What Las?"

"Well... I learned all my knowledge from books. I am just a talking little cat. I don't know what school or Las you are talking about!"

It's short, alas... I'm a bit stuck.