Many apprentices looked happy, but Esky was as expressionless as the rest.
Although this gives them a few more months, it is still doubtful whether the window of opportunity for apprentices exists.
Esky has seen fresh scars on several slave rats and clan rats.
Obviously, at this stage where they have not mastered practical spells, they may still be killed by the hidden rules of rat society. Prolonging this stage may mean that the talented slave rats who could have survived will die.
Perhaps, a few clan rats with less outstanding talents will also become formal apprentices.
As for legislation, ordering and organizing such things?
The cost of doing that is more expensive than the resources consumed on these slave rats. Can the guards still detect the assassination and pursue it afterwards? This kind of measure is simply unnecessary.
After thinking about it for about half a day, Esky decided that the slave rats could not be put into a certain death situation, as that would be too inefficient.
Despite this, it was not until about three days later that Eski opened a course in advance to solve this problem to some extent.
The yellow and luminous blackboard writing on the clay tablet gave the students an unusual atmosphere.
Eski glanced at them and spread out several rolls of new rat-skin paper on the table.
It's what they need to learn this time, the real spell.
The last discussion on the basic gathering and release of the wind of magic can only be regarded as the preface to the course of magic, and spells are the real introduction.
Although the wind of magic can also seduce or guide talented spellcasters to release some spells they cannot understand, they are all unsystematic, cannot determine the effect, and are difficult to hit the target.
The power is not that great either.
Especially for the metal wind that the apprentices are currently practicing, the spells it guides the apprentices to release, that is, gains and debuffs, are at most a few damage spells that are not painful at all.
Esky lifted up a piece of rat skin paper, and the metal wind connected it with the prepared mud balls around it. Soon, those mud balls turned into the same rat skin paper and flew to the faces of the ratmen and humans.
On the table.
"We talked before about how to directly summon the magical wind floating in the air."
"But that little bit of energy is barely enough to cast a real spell. So, we learned how to build a mana pool and how to store mana. Now is the time to learn spells.""
Esky briefly mentioned the last lesson, but did not give the apprentice time to review the previous lesson.
Rather, these apprentices want to learn, but there are no textbooks to learn from. The last lecture notes have long since turned into dust after the magic duration expired.
And this newly delivered handout to their desks will soon have the same fate.
No one dared to directly take out the saved rat skin paper and ink to copy the knowledge on it. They didn't know whether this was a way for engineers to prevent the leakage of knowledge.
In their opinion, since math classes have so much paper and ink, there is no need to save this money on magic classes.
Esky's real thoughts at this moment are different from theirs... Ratskin paper is too expensive, and there are still few front-line manufacturing companies. Although they have spent money to buy a batch, the supply of math homework and literacy homework is almost in short supply.<
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Fortunately, magic courses do not require paper homework very much, so we can barely maintain the distribution of rat paper.
These simple knowledge should be memorized quickly in the brain, and it is not mathematics, physics, mechanical principles or the like.
Pointing to the title on the blackboard, Esky stretched out his hand and motioned for them to open the handouts in their hands, and then said.
"I have created two new spells for you based on the rules of Metal Wind. Regular practice can significantly increase your strength."
"The Swift Silver Sword."
"Moon Spirit Marrow Liquid."
The two titles before and after are just right.
"The detailed steps for casting are all in the handout, but I can demonstrate it first."
The standard Anoquayan incantation formed a silver sword that was constantly undulating and shining as Eski recited it, and Eski directed it to chop towards a pillar of the surrounding sacrificial altar. p>
The sharp sword blade cut off the pillar in an instant, leaving a smooth cut.
As Eski's spell changed, the silver sword that originally flew over the sacrificial altar turned back.
He slashed at a slave rat who had been tied to the sacrificial platform for a long time and was wearing armor, even his eyes and claws were hidden under the armor.
This time, the sword blade easily passed through the slave rat and flew out through the slave rat's body.
Soon, the apprentices discovered the difference this time.
The blood of the slave rat flowed to the ground along the gaps in the armor, but the armor was not damaged in any way.
"This spell can become hard or soft depending on the last incantation you use to guide it."
"The result of hardness is the pillar."
"But that's the effect of me investing ten times the mana in each spell node. If you try to do this, you can only damage it, and you can only deal with guys whose armor is not strong enough, or who don't have armor..."
"The soft ones will flow in through the gaps in the armor, forming a high-pressure blade inside, but this is not very powerful against targets without armor."
"All the details of the spells and mana nodes are in your book. Take advantage of this time to write them down quickly."
Eski said, pointing his claws at several other runes.
"The second spell, Moon Spirit Essence Liquid, is actually a spell that has not yet been developed and can be improved by me in the future."
"The current functions are mainly like this."
Following his incantation, the soil on the ground floated in the air and gradually formed a substance with the texture of mercury.
From this step, it is already different from the magic in Esky's memory, but this does not affect the restoration of the subsequent effects.
As Eski continued to recite the incantation, the ball of mercury formed a curtain wall beside Eski, and the silver sword that was originally floating beside the sacrificial altar stabbed towards the curtain wall.
But there was only a crisp collision sound and sparks.
Eski then changed the spell and struck the silver sword on the curtain wall again. This time, it was as if half of the liquid was slapped on it and tried to flow to both sides.
The spell continued to change, and the original curtain wall turned into a ring structure... This time, the silver sword could not even flow in from both sides.
"This is just a defensive spell for the time being. I am trying to turn it into an offensive, defensive and reconnaissance spell. However, that will take time and is not something apprentices of your level should be exposed to."
"You have also heard the incantation just now, and the key phonetic notation is also in the literacy textbook, so after this lesson is independent practice on the spell."
"But I didn't bring any literacy textbooks."
The little prince of mankind said.
Esky raised his paw, and the dimensional force field sealed his mouth.
"Don't interrupt until I finish speaking."
This move made the other rats look confused and timid. Judging from the fact that they still only have one handout on their desks, it is obvious that they did not bring literacy textbooks.
However, Esky did not consider these trivial matters and just talked about himself.
"Before you officially start practicing, there is one more gift. I believe you have all discovered that your speed of condensing the metal wind is not fast enough, and the quantity is not enough."
"After practicing the basic impact about five or six times, no matter how you call it, the response of the magic wind is still quite weak. You can only accumulate mana pool while doing other things until you have enough mana."
"This is because there are not enough things in you that attract the metal wind."
"Gold and metal are the best ways to attract the wind of metal. At least it is the best way when chaos is not involved."
The slave rat kneeling next to the parliament hall panicked and ran to the sacrificial altar on the left and opened the boxes placed there.
Labels written with the names of apprentices are hanging on these pure, polished and reflective armors.
"These full-body plate armors customized for you are your best robes."
Eski clapped his hands and released the restrictions of the dimensional force field, saying.
"Now, line up and come up to receive your armor."
The apprentices were originally doubting whether to issue robes because they suddenly had to measure their body data after the math class three days ago.
This time, I wasn’t surprised at all, and there was a long queue in front of the sacrificial altar.
The one who was really surprised was the little prince who had his paw on his shoulder by the engineering warlock.
"Why, little devil of Lamia, do you think you don't have one?"
The body data were measured a few days ago, and of course the little prince knew that he had a part in it.
But why?
Not to mention that he will grow up, and there will be a question of whether the armor will fit him or not.
This mouse killed his mother, and he should have known that he would avenge his mother.
But now, not only do you teach him magic, but you also give him armor. Do you want to bribe him?
The hatred of mother-killing is irreconcilable. Even the little devil understands this truth.
It is impossible for the engineering warlock not to know his murderous intention. What is he planning?
These issues are still too complicated for a prince who is far from reaching adulthood even according to the rules of the Nehekhara people.
So, he gave up thinking and joined the queue of rat men.
A few days later, the engineering warlock who was about to leave for the underground fortress looked at the new apprentice who was about to go on the road with him, and... "Temiran, that's the apprentice's spell. It won't be of any use to you to learn this."
"I think the new spell created by the master is very useful. Besides, I am also an apprentice."
Termilan said humbly, but it only made Esky chuckle.
Create.
Maybe the first one can be regarded as creation, but the second one can only be called restoration.
The magic that restores Nasu Mushroom's world view can be regarded as a recollection and anchor of the past reality.
Just as he had named this place Uc Gundam before, during the One Year War, the Principality of Zeon dropped the raw materials for the war, the Side1 colonial satellite that was filled with G3 poison gas.
After glancing at the completed mana pool inside the apprentice's body, Esky sneered.
"Apprentice? How can I think that you can be regarded as a real engineering warlock? Look at your mana pool, you have nearly 30 grams of mana of dimensional stone, which is equivalent to two multidimensional stone coins."
"It still can't be compared with a master who is half as vast as the ocean."
Termilan's words were still flattering, but there was no such meaning in his tone.
In the unspoken rules of the rat people, they are simply challenging authority.
"Are you praising me? Or are you preparing to replace me?"
Eski's tone immediately turned unkind. He probably understood why Termilan's former owner was eager to deal with him.
"Don't think about it. I got so much mana just because of luck, talent, and my own hard work." "
Although the last one is the least important, he complained in his heart.
"You look at me like an insurmountable mountain, and I look at the owners of the skeletons above us, so why not?"
"The amount of mana he has shrouding the outer edge of his body is at least ten times more than mine."
"If you were like this in front of him, you would have died a long time ago. It's because I have a kind heart that I am talking to you like this now."
"I know clearly that it will take at least a hundred years of hard work and the blessing of the gods to climb this mountain."
As he said this, Esky suddenly approached the apprentice who was likely to have an accident in his plan and spoke softly.
"How much are you prepared to pay?"
"How much can I give?"
Termilan responded with a firm look, making him no longer look like a rat man.
"Let me give you some trivia first. Stabilizing the size of the mana pool means tolerance to dimension stones."
"Your body can withstand the energy of an entire dimensional stone coin. And I can withstand more than a dozen. This is the difference between us."
"But we won't talk about more inner softness now. We have to go to the underground fortress."
With that said, Eski grabbed Termilan's shoulders and disappeared.
About two hours later, Esky, who had finished his new tutoring class, met his old friend again in a dark alley.
Another bowl of dwarf pickled meat soup was placed in front of Eski, but he was not in the mood to drink this kind of thing for the time being, and just stared at the betrayer.
"Eshiriga, it's almost done."
The rebel master tasted the smelly milk of the female rat and spoke unhurriedly.
"On the ground, we are temporarily unable to resist the Necromancer's offensive. They have blocked all the forward tunnel entrances. We can only operate at night with the most elite reconnaissance troops."... "But this still doesn't work, you are a skeleton.
Our defense line is stronger than we imagined."
This kind of answer, which was almost a non-answer to the question, directly caused Eski's body to move forward, revealing his white teeth.
"What I want to know is, will this have any impact on my goods?"
"Don't worry, Eski."
The defector continued to push the bowl of broth towards Eski.
"Of course the battle on the ground will not affect the problems underground. The ogres are walking through the underground river."
"The slave traders are very attentive. There are thirty-nine slaves in total. They will probably arrive this afternoon."
"However, the Slippery Clan asked me to just tell you that these big guys have eaten an unusually large amount of fish and slave rats these days. You have to pay off their meals."
"There is also the slave trader. He gave a high price for an Ogre 13 Claw Dimension Coin. This is higher than the price quoted by the Model Clan for their new weapon, the Rat Troll, but after all, it has been delivered.
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This offer made Esky frown.
Such an offer allowed the slave trader to get at least 400% of the profit. Did Esiliga get a kickback?
The next second, Esky felt relieved. It was only natural that he should get an agency fee for doing this kind of thing.
But his expression was still tense, and he said to Erica.
"In other words, I have to pay close to 10,000 dimensional coins for these ogres?"
"It seems that's right."
The defector's answer was quite firm, which made Esky scratch his head for a while.
This answer means that there is no room for bargaining at all. In that case, Esky's cash will shrink to less than 20,000 dimensional coins.
"This is also a necessary price."
Eski closed his eyes and drank the bowl of dwarf soup. At least, this thing was worth half a dimensional coin.
Amidst the aroma of the dwarf's meat, the defecting master asked a new question.
"When will you leave?"
"There is about a week left. During this period, I will stop part of the production line to serve the ogres.
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When things perish, how can they survive? Remind you: remember to collect after reading it