Chapter 211 You Are so Boring!

"First, the most core energy gathering... No, it's too big, and other magic circles can't fit in it. Next... No... It still won't... Hey, it's almost done this time..."

From a distance, Antavana heard similar mutterings coming from Werther's side. At first, she didn't pay attention. Anyway, Werther often did this when he was carving the magic circle!

However, when she finished practicing a magic spell and accidentally glanced at Werther, she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Werther was seen lying in front of the pillar they brought back, with the alchemy pen thrown aside. He was staring at the empty paw and kept muttering in a low voice.

However, no matter what Werther was saying, he lay there motionless, with no intention of doing what he said.

"Maybe he is designing the magic circle in his mind!"

Antavana silently added a reasonable explanation to Werther's strange behavior.

However, it can be seen from her obviously absent-minded state that Antavana herself does not believe this explanation.

After all, when Werther used to draw the magic circle, he always drew it directly.

Even if a mithril magic circle is carved on her body.

While practicing magic, Antavana paid attention to Werther's movements.

However, Werther was like a sculpture, with no intention of moving at all, but he was still mumbling words, and even advanced to the next step.

Antavana was a little panicked!

If she remembered correctly, Avery seemed to have mentioned to her that when dealing with the mechanical puppet, Werther acted as a bait and resisted an attack by the mechanical puppet.

And that attack landed directly on Werther's head.

Although she did not see the scales or signs of fragmentation on Witte's head, the injuries were not necessarily superficial, but could also be internal.

“Perfect, that’s it!

Hey, there's something wrong with this magic circle. These ancient dragon texts should be revised. Well... that'll be fine.

OK, next step..."

Unknowingly, Antavana stopped practicing magic, and slowly walked towards Werther.

The content in Werther's mouth became clearer, but Antavana's heart became even more panicked.

There was nothing unusual about what Werther said, but combined with his body that didn't move at all, it seemed particularly weird.

It felt like Werther knew what he was doing, but his body was not cooperating with him. And, most importantly, Werther was not aware of this at all and was still carving the magic circle seriously.

My brain is broken!

As soon as this idea appeared in Antavanna's mind, Werther suddenly moved.

With a gentle sweep of his tail, Antavana, who was standing behind him, had no time to react and was swept into a rolling gourd.

Werther, who had just recovered from the joy of successfully creating a puppet core, saw Antavana being swept in front of him by his tail before he could share it with her.

After being stunned for a moment and looking at the expressionless Antavana, Werther grabbed his tail and put it in front of her.

"The culprit has been caught, you can do whatever you want with him!"

Hearing this, Antavana rolled her eyes, and then slobbered... and sprayed her breath on Werther's tail.

Looking at the big lump of ice, Antavana nodded with satisfaction, then looked up at Werther.

"What were you doing just now?"

Werther glanced at the frozen tail and paid no attention to it. Instead, mysteriously, he put his paw in front of Antavanna.

"Show you something nice!"

Antavana glanced at Werther's paws, and then looked at Werther expressionlessly.

"Are you kidding me?"

Werther scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Look carefully, look very carefully, this thing is a bit small."

Hearing this, Antavana looked down at Werther's paw again. Her pupils shrank to the extreme, leaving only two inconspicuous gaps. Only then did she see the tiny cube on Werther's paw.

"What is this? Sand? Dust?"

Witte's face stiffened for a moment, and then he explained: "Actually, it's not that small. Pebbles are more than ten centimeters. Sand is much smaller than this, let alone dust. Have you ever seen dust of more than ten centimeters floating in the air? ?”

Antavanna rolled her eyes.

"Do you think I'm a fool? Don't I know the size of sand and dust? I'm asking, what is this?"

“Hey, you’re getting grumpy, aren’t you!

Is it because I didn't agree to your request before?

As for your request, no normal dragon would agree to it. If you don't believe me, just ask Lin Sida. "

Seeing a hint of impatience flashing in Antavanna's eyes and turning around to leave, Werther changed the subject.

"Okay, this is actually a puppet core!"

Antavana was planning to leave, but she didn't have that much time for Werther to mess around.

However, when she heard that it was the core of a puppet, she subconsciously stopped and her eyes fell on the small cube in Witte's hand again.

"Are you kidding me?"

Witte shook his head and said with a smile: "This is not a joke, this thing is really the core of a puppet. Don't underestimate it. I used my mental power and mithril to carve several magic circles on it.

It is used to gather energy and store energy as the core of magic power, to act as eyes for recognition, and a series of magic arrays used to control actions, all of which are included. "

The magic arrays that Witte mentioned are the kind that cannot be measured by level, similar to the shaping magic array. The more sufficient the elemental power is, the stronger the effect will be.

Of course, for a magic array that can be engraved on such a tiny cube, the elemental carrying capacity of the mithril circuit itself can only support the operation of extremely fine elemental power. If there is more, it will explode!

Alchemical magic arrays will also explode. If the input elemental power exceeds the carrying capacity of the mithril circuit, it will explode.

Therefore, the tiny core on Witte's claws can only support the operation of trace elemental power.

"..."

Antawana looked at the micro puppet core in Witte's hand, and then looked up at Witte. It took a long time to utter a word.

"You are so boring!"

After that, Antawana turned and left. She didn't understand why Witte, who wasted time on such things, was so powerful. Obviously, she was more hardworking.

Looking at Antawana who left with resentment, Witte scratched his head for some confusion.

At this moment, a ball-shaped dragon flew over.

It seemed to be quite interested in the miniature puppet core in Witt's hand, and stretched out its claws to take it.

Seeing this, Witt rolled his eyes.

Then he grabbed the little guy and poked its belly with his mental power. The ball-shaped dragon took a deep breath and its body swelled up instantly.

Witt blew out a breath, and the ball-shaped dragon was directly sent to the airflow exhaled by Squaw.

The set of movements was extremely skilled, and it was obvious that he had done it a lot!

Seeing that the little guy was playing with his companions heartlessly, Witt separated a part of his mental power to hold the miniature core.

There was no way, he was afraid that he would drop it and couldn't find it.

Then, he took out the body of the elemental puppet he got from the ruins...

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