Latest website: Kewen should have thought of it a long time ago. He also showed his research results to President Makarov before. At that time, the other party had a serious expression, but said words that he did not understand.

After all, this old man is too unmotivated, and never studies any magic.

Rubbing his forehead helplessly, Kewen shook his head and said with a sigh, "Forget it, I'll just make a temporary result for you to see..."

President Makarov immediately nodded again and again: "Well, do you need me to do something?"

"No, it's just a temporary thing, I have enough materials."

As he spoke, Cowan took the suitcase out of his pocket and opened it.

Then the two got into the box together and fiddled in the studio.

After more than two hours, Kewen made a seal.

"Success!"

Kewen looked at the seal in his hand with joy, and said excitedly: "Then you can try the results!"

"How to do?"

President Makarov was also looking forward to it, and immediately asked: "Is it enough to print it on the body?"

"That's right!" Kewen lowered his gaze, looked at President Makarov and said, "How about you, old man? Would you like to try it first?"

"Of course!" President Makarov lowered his head between the responses. After sizing up himself, he lifted the clothes on his body, revealing the guild emblem printed on his heart.

"Is it okay to cover it directly?" President Makarov asked.

"Can."

Kewen nodded and squatted down. After carefully comparing the seals on President Makarov's body, he raised his hand and printed the new ones on top of each other.

President Makarov didn't feel any discomfort, but only found that there was a magic power left in the emblem.

Curiously touching the emblem, President Makarov asked, "Will this magic power be dissipated by the magic power on me?"

"No." Kewen explained with a smile: "This emblem is a combination of 'law', 'word' and 'word spirit' magic, unless the correct method is used, it will not be destroyed by any external force situation."

"Well, it's amazing." President Makarov nodded, then put down his shirt and covered the emblem again.

Then he asked, "So what should I do now?"

"Use magic to stimulate the emblem, and at the same time say the password." Kewen pointed with great anticipation: "The password is the name of our guild, read it with the pronunciation of 'rune script'."

President Makarov nodded and immediately did the same, running the magic in his body, slightly conflicting with the part where the emblem was, and then slowly said the password: "Fairy Tail."

The next moment, a virtual magic light screen suddenly projected from the emblem under President Makarov's clothes.

"Ah this..."

President Makarov was stunned for a moment, and then turned his body around uncomfortably, causing the magic interface to move with it.

Seeing this, President Makarov couldn't help but say with some embarrassment: "Will this cause trouble to people?"

"How could I leave this flaw." Kewen responded with a smile, and then reminded: "Old man, wrap the magic around your hand and try to touch the screen."

President Makarov immediately followed suit, and with his movements, the magical light screen immediately began to move following his palm.

Under the guidance of Kewen, President Makarov placed the light screen at random, and tried to zoom in and out again.

Satisfied, he operated the interface a little clumsily and looked at the various program icons on the screen.

Video calls, audio and video playback, database, magic knowledge base, task library, World of Warcraft information, herbal medicine information, calculation programs.

Compared with the 'fairy terminal' placed in the bar, today's 'personal terminal' has a more detailed differentiation procedure.

President Makarov clicked and used each icon, and after nearly half an hour, he couldn't help nodding in admiration.

After restoring the interface, President Makarov raised his head and asked Kewen beside him, "How do I cancel this thing?"

"Just interrupt the magic around the emblem." Kewen responded.

President Makarov did as he did, and temporarily avoided the position of the emblem by controlling the constantly circulating magic power in his body. Soon, the magic screen in front of him disappeared.

Tried to activate it with magic power again, so that the magic screen appeared, and then President Makarov smiled and praised: "It's a great thing, but some aspects need to be revised."

"Oh?" Ke Wen was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the other party would be able to make suggestions for improvement, so he immediately asked, "Where do I need to modify?"

"Database and task library." President Makarov reached out and pointed at the two icons: "You have overlooked one thing, some data and tasks, only 'S-level' are qualified to understand."

Kewen was stunned, and immediately nodded: "Yes, then I will add a permission limit later."

President Makarov didn't understand the technology, so he didn't continue to talk, but asked something else: "What should this thing be called? Is this on me the final product?"

"Let's call it the 'Personal Fairy Terminal'." Kewen didn't bother to think about the name, so he casually gave a name and said, "This one on your body is not the final product, and there is still one last step left."

"What is it?" President Makarov asked.

"I also need a huge 'magic crystal'." Kewen picked up the temporary seal he made, gestured for a moment, and then explained: "The magic power inside the emblem now imprinted by the seal cannot last too long, so I need to make a mana source that will continuously provide mana for everyone's 'personal terminal emblem'."

"Why not make it like that..."

President Makarov organized the language, but couldn't think of any good terms, so he had to say bluntly: "It's the kind that allows everyone to provide their own magic power."

"That's too much trouble." Kewen shook his head and explained patiently: "Everyone has different magical attributes. If it is the way you said, I have to go into detail about each person's magical power. Investigate, and then make an emblem with the corresponding attributes."

"Well, that's what it is." President Makarov was taken aback.

"That's why I need to make a huge source of magic power." Kewen put the temporary seal on the table and said, "I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you this time. It's better than the last one' The magic spar' is bigger."

President Makarov did not respond immediately, but folded his left arm around his chest and pinched his beard in his right hand, thinking.

Bowing his head and frowning, President Makarov kept pacing in the open space of the studio, thinking seriously.

Kewen was a little puzzled by this, but he didn't disturb him, but waited quietly.

After a while, President Makarov raised his head and took a deep breath.

Staring at Kewen with a serious expression, a dignified sense of oppression appeared on President Makarov, and then he said in a deep voice, "Kewen! Go to a place with me!"

Kewen was a little stunned, and it was rare to see President Makarov so solemn, so he nodded in response: "Okay old man."

President Makarov said no more, and greeted Kewen to climb out of the suitcase together, and then walked out of the office, all the way down the stairs.

After reaching the basement, President Makarov did not stop, but led Kewen into a utility room.

After removing all the debris, President Makarov took a deep breath and stretched out his hands towards the wall. The next moment, the wall quickly changed shape, and an ancient wooden door appeared.

"what?"

Kewen couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise, because he hadn't sensed any signs of being covered up by magic before. This kind of phantom magic was very powerful.

When he thought of it, he asked, so he asked President Makarov, who was staring at the wooden door absently: "Master, what kind of magic is this? Why haven't I seen it in the library?"

Hearing this, President Makarov finally came back to his senses, sighed and shook his head: "From the second generation, the magic book has been destroyed, and it has been stipulated that it will only be passed down to the past presidents. between."

Ke Wen was stunned and asked softly, "In order not to be discovered here?"

"Well." President Makarov nodded solemnly: "You can say that."

"Then is this..." Kewen raised his finger and lowered the wooden door: "Master, if it's not necessary, let's not continue, shall we?"

Kewen already knew what was behind the wooden door, but he didn't have any idea about that thing, so he didn't want to break the rules in the guild because of himself.

When President Makarov heard this, he couldn't help chuckling in relief, then shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter, I'm the President, and I have the right to make changes to the rules."

"Okay, let's continue."

As President Makarov said, he stepped forward and pushed open the wooden door, revealing a downward staircase corridor inside.

After the wooden doors were opened, the 'magic lamps' lit up one after another, illuminating the entire convoluted staircase corridor.

President Makarov entered the wooden door first and stepped down the stairs, while Kewen hesitated for a moment at the door~lightnovelpub.net~ and then walked in.

With a 'bang', the wooden door behind him closed automatically, and then a weak magic wave rose up, causing illusion magic to appear on the wooden door again.

Kewen glanced back, then withdrew his gaze, followed President Makarov's smaller figure, and continued down the stairs all the way.

During the march, President Makarov couldn't help but reminded: "Kewen, I ask you one thing."

"You say."

"What you saw and heard today..." President Makarov took a deep breath, and then said in a serious tone: "After that, go out, don't tell anyone, anyone!"

Kewen looked at the other party's back, nodded and responded seriously: "Yeah!"

President Makarov didn't say anything anymore. It didn't take long for the two to reach the end of the stairs and stopped before another wooden door...

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