Looking at Patch who put the short stick-shaped magic tool in his hand back to its original place, the old white man mage Alite asked aloud: "Then what are you going to do, Your Excellency Meiwes?"

Patch didn't answer immediately, but thought for a while, and then asked: "Master Alite, how much Mithril and Ordinary Gold are still stored in the New York Temple?"

"There is not much Mithril left, about two kilograms left, but there is still a lot of Aojin."

The white old man Alite thought for a while, and then he answered aloud, but after saying these words, he seemed to have guessed Patch's thoughts suddenly, and asked in surprise: "Mr. Meiwes, do you want to ..."

But before Alite finished speaking, Patch answered in advance.

Patch looked at the old white man in front of him, smiled and said, "Master Alite, you guessed right, I am going to make a piece of magic equipment myself. Although there are only two kilograms of mithril, it should be enough if you think about it." I use it."

After a short pause, Patch then looked up at the white old man Alite, and then said aloud: "So Master Alite, can I trouble you to prepare some arcane and mithril and send them to the library?"

"It's just a matter of raising your hands. I hope you can create your favorite magic tools, Your Excellency Meiwes." The white mage Alite replied with a smile without even thinking about it.

"Okay, then thank you very much." Patch nodded slightly to express his gratitude.

"Your Majesty Meiwes, please wait a moment, I will deliver the materials you want to you soon."

The white old man Alite responded with a slight bow, then turned and left.

It's just that when Alite walked dozens of steps, Patch with sharp ears heard his extremely subtle muttering.

Master Alite, who was walking forward with his back to Patch, frowned slightly while walking, and murmured to himself in a low voice.

"A powerful wizard of the ancient magic genre, and also capable of alchemy, it seems that this Lord Maiwes is far more than I imagined!"

Patch, who inadvertently heard the words of the white old man Alite, didn't say anything, but just stood there and looked at his back with a slight smile.

After Alite gradually walked away, Patch got up and poured a cup of coffee, and returned to the library on the upper floor of the New York Temple.

...

After returning to the library desk and sitting down, Patch casually flipped through a few pages of books to pass the time, and saw the white mage Alite leading a few people to bring a bunch of things.

"Your Excellency Meiwes, I'll put two kilograms of mithril and fifteen kilograms of gold here for you, and..."

After Alite ordered the accompanying people to put the materials on the desk, he looked up at Paqi and continued with a smile: "In order to better carry out your alchemy experiment, I also specially brought you Four element spars."

"You are very considerate, Mage Alite." Patch stood up with his hands on his hands, and inadvertently praised the old white man Mage.

The white mage Alite has no modesty. After Daniel left, Patch, the current guardian, didn't manage much, so he was equivalent to the actual administrator of the New York Temple.

Although Patch doesn't care about things, his status as a guardian is still there, and Alit is in charge of a large part of the New York Temple and relies on Patch's help, so Alit may not care about other people's affairs, but what Patch explained The thing is that Alite thinks he still has to get some snacks.

Accepting Patch's compliment indifferently, Alite bowed slightly and said: "The materials have been delivered, then we will not bother Your Excellency Meiwes to build your magic tools."

After saying this, Alite immediately turned around and waved to the accompanying people, and slowly walked out of the library.

"A thoughtful old man, but it seems that it is not bad to have you as the steward of the New York Temple."

After the old white man Alite closed the door with the accompanying people and left, Patch looked at the closed door and said something meaningful to himself.

After saying this, Patch immediately lowered his head and looked at the materials on the desk.

A small fist-sized piece of silver-white metal, seven or eight pieces of dark golden metal, and four diamond-shaped spars shining with different brilliance were placed in front of Paqi.

Paqi casually took the tiny piece of silver-white metal into his hand, squeezed it lightly, and said to himself with pursed lips: "Two kilograms of mithril, I don't know how to make what I want. Such a little mithril Will it be enough?"

Mithril is the most precious variety of all magical metals, and its rarity can be seen from the fact that a huge New York temple is only about two kilograms.

Moreover, this kind of magic metal is also an indispensable material for forging magic tools. Although magic tools can be forged without mithril, there is undoubtedly a difference between magic tools without mithril and those with added mithril. The difference between heaven and earth.

Mithril has a strong magical property, so this material can increase the magic spells cast by mages to a certain extent, and the most commendable thing is that Mithril can also almost perfectly fit the ability of the magic circle.

So, in the hands of a skilled alchemist, Mithril, a magical metal, will definitely burst out with unimaginable sparks of creation, UU Reading www. uukanshu． com and Patch is precisely that powerful alchemist.

Gently putting a small piece of mithril in his hand back on the desk, Patch picked up a piece of dark golden metal next to it and looked at it.

This kind of dark golden metal is called aojin. Like Mithril, this metal material is indispensable for making a magic tool, and in a magic tool, this metal is the real main body.

Although it is not as rare as mithril, without aojin, it is absolutely impossible to forge a magic tool.

Because although mithril is rare, it is still only an auxiliary magic metal after all. But Aojin is different. Aojin almost occupies more than 90% of the main metal material in a magic tool.

Therefore, au gold is the most basic material for magic tools.

After putting down the Orgin in his hand, Paqi looked down at the four element spars on the desk again.

There is no doubt that the element spar is definitely a condensed crystal of some kind of magic. Patch also stores some of this kind of thing in his hand, and the element spar he stores is far better than the quality of the few pieces on the desk now. much better.

So after picking up one of them casually, Patch looked at it for a while, and couldn't help showing a little sneer, and began to mock himself.

Casually playing with the fiery red rhombic spar in his hand, Paqi shook his head and said to himself: "The fire element spar is of low quality, and there are many impurities in it."

"It's just that it should be able to be used a little bit anyway, but it's not useless."

Throwing the fiery red element spar on the table indifferently, Patch pulled away the chair behind him, and slowly walked towards an open space in the middle of the library...