"Dwarf Magic?" Lynch tilted his head in thought, "Can you show what your magic looks like?"
"I can’t, but my uncle Moni is quite a good spellcaster," Nimo said, proudly pointing to his uncle.
"Actually, I’m not a genuine spellcaster either. I can’t fully guarantee when magic will work or when it might fail. Moreover, my magic can only create so relatively simple little gadgets, like a piece of wood or a few iron nails. But I can’t transform larger or more complex things; for example, I can’t produce sothing the size of a table. Today, I’ll give it a try; I should still be able to use a spell once."
Moni cleared a small space on the dining table by quickly moving several plates to one side, then suspended his right hand above the table, with five fingers naturally hanging down. With his other hand, he retrieved so golden powder from his pocket, pinching it over the table while muttering incantations with closed eyes.
Lynch listened carefully to Moni’s pronunciation. The language was neither the Dragon Language commonly used by mages nor the High Elf Language specific to elf magic, and it didn’t relate to Dwarf Language or Ancient Dwarf Language either. It was an unfamiliar language filled with many retroflex and trilled sounds.
After chanting for almost a full minute, the "spell" was finally completed. During this ti, the golden dust sprinkled on the table ford a small tetrahedron.
Moni suddenly pressed his right hand down, and the golden dust emitted a dazzling white light. Lynch reflexively covered his eyes. His human vision couldn’t see anything in such circumstances, but his Eye of Insight ability still functioned normally. Even with his eyes closed, he could see through his eyelids and hands to observe the changes on the table, and the strong light there didn’t affect his special vision in the slightest.
The dust began to gather on its own, twisting and constantly changing shape, like an amoeba experinting with its transformation ability. Its color gradually faded from golden yellow to white, and its physical form beca increasingly solid. Finally, the light dissipated, leaving a silver spoon lying quietly on the table.
Lynch picked up the spoon, examining it closely, and saw no difference from a real one. Although the magic took a bit longer to perform, the resulting item was impressive, indistinguishable from the genuine article.
"How long can this spoon last?" Lynch asked Moni. "A few hours or days?"
"The duration?" Moni asked, puzzled. "Oh, you an how long the spoon can exist? It’s permanent. This spoon will remain as it is forever."
"Won’t it disappear anymore? That’s amazing. But can I take a look at the dust you used?"
"Of course."
Lynch sat by the dining table, carefully inspecting the spoon and the golden casting materials. The spoon was so perfect and wouldn’t vanish after the spell’s duration expired. It could be said that the dwarves genuinely created an item, unlike human mages who temporarily construct an object with magical energy or directly summon an identical one. This kind of spell, without witnessing it firsthand, would undoubtedly seem like a blinding technique; how could the typically prideful and arrogant human and elf scholars believe that a small dwarf could use a better creation spell than they could? Moreover, the light emitted by the golden dust would make everyone present feel dizzy at the ti. Without the aid of the Eye of Insight, Lynch wouldn’t have been able to see the entire process of this magical feat. No wonder the records on dwarf magic often assud they used blinding techniques. And that dust should just be ordinary copper powder. But this spoon was a 100% iron spoon.
"What a remarkable magic spell, capable of completely transforming the nature of an item." Lynch placed the spoon back on the table, "In comparison, the creation series of spells I’ve learned are not as good as yours."
"Actually, Uncle Moni is outstanding in using magic here. However, Uncle is more focused on inventing the All Things Machine and isn’t particularly concentrated on researching these spells."
"Haha, everyone has their dreams to pursue, and magic isn’t the only goal. Moni, let ask you sothing," Lynch pondered for a mont and said, "what language do you use for your magic? I’ve never heard it before. Are there any books or materials I can take a look at?"
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