“It feels OK.”

Rand looked at the neatly arranged and the beautifully styled weapons on the table, looking quite satisfied.

These are all the wolf-headed steel swords he created himself.

No matter how you look at it, these swords are not made by people who have just come into contact with it, and can be used by soldiers to kill enemies on the battlefield.

"Forging and smelting are actually really good!" Rand smiled.

After yesterday's creation practice, he has gradually fallen in love with this craft.

In the boy's heart, there seemed to be a sense of "craftsman spirit".

Although the forging process is a bit hard and tormenting, there is a unique pleasure in it.

Especially when you make the finished product and get what you want, the sense of accomplishment is enough to get lost.

"Next, we will forge new magical items."

Rand murmured to himself, he planned to forge his armor first, after all, he was a pharmacist. If he met a powerful knight during the assessment, it would probably be very dangerous.

"Before this, prepare something like that!"

As he said this, Rand left the forging room and came to the rear area of ​​the still bustling trading center.

I just came here yesterday, so he is naturally familiar with it.

Perhaps because the assessment time is coming, the trading center is more noisy than before.

Rand wrapped his gray robe tightly around his body, walking along the crowded road with only half of his face exposed.

His target direction was very clear, and he stood in front of a rather deserted stall soon:

The "styling" of this stall is quite stylish, with cracked skulls, human leather jackets, biological puppets, and strong potions...

The stall owner is a third-class apprentice wearing a gray robe. The other party has a gloomy square face and a dry and silent look. It is the type that has no presence in the crowd but makes people feel gloomy after discovering it.

The black owl next to him stood on the wooden stand, staring at the boy with his eyes wide open at all times, with his green and blue eyes staring at him.

I'm afraid there are very few people who are willing to stay in this kind of weird stall.

"Do you have the souls of nobles here?" Rand asked.

The square-faced stall owner slowly raised his head when he heard this, looked at the boy blankly for a while before he said hoarsely:

"I have a noble soul from a low-level plane, which comes from a regular way. You can see if it is suitable for yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly opened the box next to him and found a delicate stone box with pure black appearance inside, "Auntie-his-she-shing."

The square-faced stall owner just murmured a word about burning the door. The stone box in his hand opened itself like a petal in the shape of a flower, and an extremely short translucent human was instantly revealed.

Seeing this strange scene, Rand couldn't help but narrow his eyes and looked at it in self-study.

In the witchcraft runes sealed in circles, this short "woman" soul has a normal middle-aged woman's human figure, delicate and beautiful face, without any clothes to cover her body, and has a very plump figure.

But Rand noticed that the other person's lower body was smooth and seamless, without the wonderful organ that made people want to explore in depth.

It is not difficult to find that the limbs of this humanoid creature are bound by silver chains, and the expression of confusion due to despair always reveals a wild and enchanting feeling.

"The Deersi people are a woman from a declining nobleman. It took me a lot of effort to catch her, and my soul is complete enough..."

As if he was introducing the product, the square-faced stall owner said without any emotion, "At least eighty magic stones are needed."

In fact, in the White Wizard's camp territory, if it is done by improper means, it will not violate the law.

As for cultivating the soul and then selling it, this kind of thing is quite resistant and a bit disgusting.

Eighty magic stones?

After hearing this, Rand began to ponder silently.

According to the information he knows, there are many large and small planes in this world. The world of wizards is just a medium-sized plane, as well as high and low planes, with countless numbers, as numerous as stars.

Driven by desire, more powerful planes will naturally invade lower planes, and there are countless such battles.

According to some records—

For thousands of years, wizard plane invasion or being invaded have occurred, but basically powerful wizards launch battles to seize planes and massive resources in other worlds.

This kind of thing actually seems very normal to Rand.

After all, in the face of absolute interests, there will always be conflicts.

Just like the soul of the Deerth lady in front of him, the destruction of his homeland and was imprisoned and unimaginable torture, even the soul after death would fall into goods for sale.

Similarly, if the wizard plane is not strong enough, similar disasters will occur.

Life is not worth mentioning in the face of powerful power.

It is precisely because of knowing the cruelty of this world that Rand wants to pursue his own strength even more!

"Yes." Rand directly delivered a whole bag of magic stones and generously bought the noble lady's soul in this low-level plane.

After leaving the trading center, Rand did not go back immediately. He bought many fresh berries and foods that are resistant to storage, especially the dried foods that are common in wizards.

Because long-term forging consumes a lot of physical strength and endurance, he can no longer stand the feeling of being awakened from hunger in the middle of the night.

So, this time he specially prepared more food as a supplement for three meals on weekdays.

Then Rand walked quickly back to the blacksmith shop in the grocery market.

Looking at the blonde man covered in sweat and had just made a gun, Rand said,

"Boss, give me some more steel and iron."

"Okay, I'll have someone carry it to the door later!" The former quickly said with a generous smile.

Rand smiled when he heard this, and then walked back to his forging room.

Looking at the boy leaving, Chaxi couldn't help but frown slightly and muttered to himself:

"The materials there should be enough for seven days, so is it used up?"

When Rand returned to the forging room, he began to build the zero-level demonized item "Fallen Light Armor".

That's right!

He did not choose to enhance the aggressive Abyss Banshee Steel Sword, nor did he create a blood pendant that could improve his mental power.

It was not because Rand was overconfident about his strength, but because he made such a decision out of caution...

In the next few days, Rand only wanted to create magical items that could improve his defense.

In this way, your life-saving methods can be greatly improved in the assessment of the Tenth College.

Rand first began to measure his body size, and chose the bulky armor mold hanging on the wall, and after confirming that the body size is suitable...

Immediately afterwards, the boy lifted the armor mold made of "hard earth graphite" onto the ice stone countertop.

After everything is ready, the boy will start forging the magical items at the next moment:

"Boom!" Fire-making smelting. During this process, Rand deliberately injected a trace of thin sand gold into the smelting pond to improve the defensive properties.

After smelting pure steel, pour it into the hard soil mold and wait for the process of solidification and cooling. The forging hammer driven by the water wheel and the later manual tempering leave exquisite patterns...

"Dangdangdangdang--" A sound of irons that had not stopped for a long time echoed around the room.

In order to prevent mistakes, Rand slowed down the pace and carried out slowly and in an orderly manner during these links.

After two waste products failed in a row, three days later.

When the final polishing process was completed, a very stylish and lightweight armor was displayed on the forging table.

Looking at this light armor finished product with good texture, Rand wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, nodded slightly with satisfaction, "Finally...it's been successfully completed!"

"Sizzle." The red remelting furnace that had not yet completely extinguished always emitted sparks of extremely high temperatures.

"Didi." Water droplets slowly dripped from the outlet, shaking in the pool filled with iron smelting platform.

At this moment, Rand slowly raised his hands and looked at his fingers covered with bloody wounds:

Some of the nails burst, and some of them have just scabbed, which is simply terrible.

In order to create a satisfactory finished product, he experienced five failures, and this time he really succeeded!

Before the Tenth Academy's assessment, he spent so much time and effort on building equipment.

"Hope, everything is worth it." Rand turned around and looked at the vents in the corner with a calm look.

I saw a faint light of the sunset penetrate silently.

“…”
Chapter completed!