"Sizzle... Please sit wherever you like, Mister Fisher."
Fisher followed Herdor and arrived within his magic workshop located downstairs. Sister Ilos instead returned to rest first. Her belly hadn't fully recovered yet; running outside for an entire day today was rather making things difficult for her. Moreover, magic wasn't an area she was proficient in either.
Herdor's magic workshop was exactly the location he ordinarily resided in. Wait until Herdor pushed open the door and entered, a fairly neat, tidy, and clean magic workshop completely displayed itself before Fisher's eyes.
On the left was a row of neat bookshelves. Placed squarely in the center was a square wooden table. Atop it lay an entire complete set of magic engraving tools. Within them, there were also several drill knives and groove carvers Fisher didn't frequently utilize, indicating the Herdor before his eyes was an old magician abundant in experience.
Within the room absolutely lacked a bed utilized for resting. Inside the remaining spaces were stacks upon stacks of packaged magic materials; there were materials used for engraving any type of magic, and furthermore, their value was not ager. Acting as a magician of the Turan family, upon thinking about it, Herdor wouldn't lack these either.
"Sizzle... Apologies. I absolutely do not require eating or drinking. Therefore, there are zero things utilized to entertain guests within the room. You may flip through and look at the things within my room as you wish. It's just perfect; I also wished to give you a little sothing."
Fisher found a chair and sat down, sweeping a circle of the surrounding environnt. While Herdor headed to the storage area at the side to search for things, he perfectly happened to see that upon the table still lay several already perfectly engraved magic rings. Alongside was also a notebook. Drawn atop it was a magic Fisher was quite familiar with; it was precisely that one he temporarily exerted himself to create on the island previously. He truly hadn't expected it to actually be recorded down by Herdor.
But right now, Fisher however abruptly thought of a problem again. Mana circuits existed upon the soul. Lord Cardinal rely duplicated Herdor's consciousness perfectly onto a Cardinal; why could Herdor still continue engraving magic?
Could it be said his soul had also been placed into the Cardinal together as well? But Lord Cardinal had already explicitly stated he hadn't done so...
This problem had yet to attain an answer before the Herdor in front suddenly opened his mouth, interrupting his contemplation,
"Sizzle... Previously when I watched Mister Fisher engraving magic, my heart grew hot. I imdiately recorded this entirely new isolation magic down in passing; thinking it could be put to use later when searching for other sigils for Valentina. In passing, I also researched a bit of improvent links. Fisher, could you inspect it for , to see whether it is reasonable or not?"
Smiling, Fisher received the notebook on his table. He discovered Herdor had perford a bit of precise and ticulous alterations upon the Sub-Ring, rendering the scope and degree of isolation to beco even firr and more robust. What he utilized was still the nesting structures Northern Border magicians adored using. This way, inside this isolation magic, one could still continue embedding other magics.
Emhart completely couldn't comprehend the things these two magicians wrote. Sowhat bored, he flew onto Herdor's bookshelves, sweeping a circle of the books above. However, he seemingly totally failed to discover any books he hadn't seen before.
"These alterations are completely capable of being used. Furthermore, the design is exceptionally exquisite. The ti back then was too short. Now looking back at the designed magic, there are still nurous loopholes, particularly regarding the Sub-Ring. If one's luck isn't good, it is highly possible it would trigger the curse to leak..."
"Sizzle... Being capable of creating applicable magic within such a short period of ti, even Helson cannot accomplish it as such. Possessing a student like you is his fortune."
Beneath Herdor's mouth spewed blasts of steam. Following this, hugging a chest of magic materials, he returned before Fisher's front. His tone always inherently carried a machine-like rigid, stiff noise, extrely identical to the sensation of Lord Cardinal. Yet the humanity within his words was this distinct; it could effortlessly let a person recognize the object hidden inside the machine before their eyes was the consciousness of a person.
Incapable of speaking clearly whether the Herdor before his eyes counted as Herdor in the genuine sense or not, Fisher at this ti, however, abruptly thought of the sowhat abnormal matter that transpired back when Valentina issued orders to Herdor at the dining table just perfectly now. He acutely detected that this might concurrently be an opportunity to deepen his comprehension towards Valentina and even to the Turan family. Hence, he imdiately casually and unintentionally opened his mouth to inquire,
"Mister Herdor. I don't know whether I felt it wrong or not... I constantly feel that just earlier, when Miss Valentina tasked us two with handling magic affairs, you were sowhat unhappy?"
"Sizzle..."
Hearing Fisher's question, Herdor's face completely constructed of components slightly paused for a mont. Yet the actions of opening the materials chest were entirely not slow in the slightest,
"Ah... I wasn't unhappy. Particularly towards Valentina, I absolutely wouldn't harbor such emotions. I was rely... slightly dispirited, that's all."
"Dispirited?"
Herdor shook his head. The Cardinal radiance upon the surface of his body faintly revealed itself, blurring his existence and the machinery for an instant,
"Sizzle... Originally, I shouldn't speak this much to you. Since Valentina arranged you and to work together, then I possess no choice but to discuss her intentions with you. Because this might bury your talents... I had ntioned the abilities you harbor to her, but she fundantally does not hold sufficient trust towards you at present. I hope you can understand."
"Exactly as you currently observe, my current appearance thoroughly doesn't look like a human in the slightest, correct? This is because several years ago, my original body was genuinely far too decrepit and senile, having reached the stage where I absolutely had to leave the world... But Valentina truly couldn't bear leaving. She made the family perform a transaction with a mysterious person, placing my soul into this body of copper skin and iron bones. Speaking honestly, towards a retainer like who was crowned with the surna of 'Turan', this is already exceedingly imnse loving affection."
Prior to arriving at the Northern Border, Fisher already possessed a bit of comprehension regarding the Turan family. Exactly as ntioned previously, mbers of the Turan family all resided within a mysterious Snowflake Fortress, basically never coming out. But after all, they still needed to manage this colossal behemoth standing tall in the Northern Border. Thus, they selected the most fiercely loyal and devoted batch heavily from amongst their in-laws and retainers, bestowing upon them their own surna. Herdor was precisely a retainer who was bestowed a surna.
"Sizzle... I had originally thought I could utilize this chanical body to continue serving Valentina. But recently, I seemingly contracted another type of illness anew... Sotis I will suddenly lose consciousness; sotis I will also suddenly stare blankly, dreaming of past matters. Valentina thought I was overly fatigued and exhausted; therefore, she constantly wished for to stay on the ship. Her arranging you and to work together is presumably also because she doesn't wish for to continue participating in the complex, miscellaneous tasks of searching for the Sycamore Tree again..."
Herdor's voice sounded sowhat low and deep. Perhaps towards soone like him who had died entirely once already, letting him display his usefulness to the maximum degree was exactly what he desired. But obviously and evidently, Valentina held profoundly deep feelings and emotions toward him; otherwise, she wouldn't have made the Turan family reach a transaction with Lord Cardinal, exclusively forging a Cardinal body specially for a re retainer.
And regarding the Turan family agreeing to this seemingly sowhat childish request of Valentina's, naturally they possessed their own considerations entirely. For instance, why would the mission of searching for the Frostwood Sycamore Tree fall upon Valentina's shoulders?
Through rely short few sentences, Fisher attained exceedingly abundant ssages. Yet he wholly did not continue inquiring for greater, deeper answers from Herdor. Because their relations definitely hadn't reached such a degree of intimacy yet.
Herdor was willing to disclose these pieces of information to Fisher precisely because he was called to magic logistics by Valentina to coast and slack off; he was rely afraid thoughts would spawn within his heart, that's all.
"Sizzle... No need to mind. I am already a person who has died completely once; I entirely do not care about these things. Furthermore, Valentina requires to search for the Frostwood Sycamore Tree; she will understand... Let's cease speaking about these. Mister Fisher. To call you over wasn't to pour out my grievances and bitter water. Please take a look at these items."
He pointed at the magic materials hauled over just perfectly now. Fisher extrely swiftly discovered these materials weren't rely able to be used for engraving magic, they were concurrently highly significantly useful dicinal ingredients, possessing huge utility in aspects involving curing illnesses and strengthening the body.
"Dried yellow Qatar grass, evergreen vine, cold fruit powder, blazing sun dispersive powder... These items ought not to have been taken for to engrave magic, correct?"
"Sizzle... Previously, when I saw that rabbit nun, I noticed her bodily conditions were intensely poor and awful. Using dried yellow Qatar grass, evergreen vine powder, and cold fruit powder boiled in water and administering it to her can rapidly replenish nutrition and improve constitution. As for the blazing sun dispersive powder... that is a folk redy I saw within the Turan family's dical texts. It stated that saring it on the lower abdon of a Moon Rabbit-kin suffering from false pregnancy could very quickly eliminate the pregnancy symptoms. I do not know if it's utterly useful or not, but you can definitely go give it a try."
A face full of shock, Emhart flew back. And receiving the dicinal herbs, Fisher also felt sowhat not knowing whether to laugh or cry,
"It is truly hard to imagine that within the Turan family exists dical texts for treating demi-human races..."
"Sizzle... This is an item passed down from the Turan family's ancestors. Inside their family's library rests enormously abundant books that appear rather astonishing and marvelous solely when observed by outsiders. This specific one is rely one amongst them entirely. Otherwise, we wouldn't have discovered so extrely many clues regarding the six races of the Phoenix's dependents."
Sowhat emotionally moved, Emhart sat atop Fisher's shoulders. Gazing at the other party with a raised head, eagerly expectant, he completely anticipated Herdor would follow this up by speaking a bit more regarding the matters of the Turan family library. But regrettably, he extrely rapidly gripped the engraving tools at the side whilst spitting steam from his mouth. With regards to Fisher, he invited,
"Sizzle... The remaining ti following this is still very vast. If Mister Fisher isn't wholly fatigued, would you mind completing a few high-circle magics together with ? Upon changing to a completely new body, my mana circuits appear to have withered by quite a substantial amount, hence entirely lacking the capability to engrave high-circle magic anymore... Hehe. But high-circle magic is absolutely indispensable and vital during the subsequent operations. This layout can also let experience Mister Fisher's outstanding magic engraving capabilities at close range once more..."
Lifting his lowering eyes, Fisher cast a glance at the other party's chanical arm gripping the engraving knife. The heart within was also fairly imnsely curious exactly how indeed Herdor could carve out magic relying solely upon a copied consciousness. Could it be said Lord Cardinal's mory was erroneous; he actually placed Herdor's soul perfectly into the Cardinal?
"Then I shall respectfully obey rather than courteously decline."
Following the mana circuits upon Fisher's body lighting up bit by bit, upon Herdor's body also lit up bits of radiance completely identical to human mana circuits. Yet flooding within that radiance was a faint blue radiance exceptionally familiar to Fisher... completely behaving generally as so sort of mottled impurity of soul and Cardinal radiance.
"Hum, buzz, buzz..."
Staring at that faint blue radiance, Fisher's brows subtly furrowed for a bit.
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