Chapter 3: The debut work and the visitor (this chapter is free)

A stream passed through the valley and flowed into the distance with the gurgling sound of water. In the ripples of the breeze, a figure was reflected on the shallow water surface. Although his figure was a little thin, he was wearing a crown and a wide robe at the moment, which was exactly in line with the characteristics of Anya, the Hanfu detachment. Coupled with the faint smile at the corner of his mouth, it looked plain, natural, elegant and fresh, with a somewhat calm temperament.

"If I go back to 2008, this Hanfu is probably a must-have item for picking up girls!" Fantasizing about that scene, An Ruoran couldn't help but smile slightly. But when she thought that she might never go back, this smile quickly turned into a bitter smile. Perhaps time traveling for many people means fighting for money and picking up girls, but An Ruoran, who had just experienced separation from life and death, missed the warm time of living with her parents, friends, and lovers even more...

"But, I can't go back after all!" He sighed long and forced himself to divert his attention to observe the properties of Hanfu. As the structural drawings originally said, the greatest effect this Hanfu brought to him was to ensure that a magic barrier was formed within one meter distance, and the barrier was always maintained in a constant temperature and was not affected by weather changes - of course, the premise was that there was sufficient magic crystals to provide energy.

"Then, name you...Crane Robe?" gently stroked the smooth fabric, An Ruoran named his first work. It was this successful work that made him understand that the magic caster did not necessarily create weapons and equipment for murder - although most magic casters focused on this aspect, An Ruoran vaguely felt that daily necessities like the crane robe were actually promising in this other world.

"Imagine if I could find out the working principle of those daily necessities and then cast them with soul casting..." A slightly narrowed her eyes, An Ruoran couldn't help but begin to imagine what she could do. For example, if she could sort out the structural diagram of the refrigerator, use ice crystals as the energy core, and then use meteorite to make the shell... No matter how much money those nobles and tycoons would spend to buy it, just using this thing to create ice cream or something, there would be gold coins that would be even more different.

However, if you are anxious and can't eat hot tofu, you have to take all this slowly. How to draw a reasonable structure diagram is a problem, and with the current level of a first-level demon casting master, it is also very difficult to make such a difficult thing. So the most important thing at the moment is to improve your casting level as soon as possible, which is the prerequisite for being able to live comfortably and freely in another world.

According to Victor, if the magic casting master wants to increase the level, he must constantly create magical items. In this process, their casting ability will gradually increase and eventually form a breakthrough. The higher the level of the magic casting master, the more materials he can use, the less time and mental power it consumes for casting, and the level of the casting items and the types of casting items will also continue to increase.

For example, a primary magic caster can only cast primary items, and can only create intermediate-level treasures with stronger attributes after he is promoted to the intermediate level. As for the so-called super-level manufacturing, it is just a delusion for most magic casters, because low-level magic casters cannot use those high-level materials, even if they have drawings.

"But most magic casting masters are not good, but it does not mean that soul casting masters are not good!" An Ruoran was naturally very distressed when he learned to practice honestly - he had to turn on the cheating password even when playing stand-alone games. Fortunately, there were shortcuts in Victor's memory, all of which originated from the unique advantages of soul casting.

Simply put, the casting speed of soul casting is extremely fast. Often, other magic casting masters can make three pieces by casting one piece, which invisibly increases the upgrade speed; and what is even more unimaginable is that soul casting techniques can refine materials that exceed the level of soul casting master, which is enough to make other magic casting masters envious...

Taking An Ruoran as an example, as a primary magic caster, he could not use intermediate materials, but because of using soul casting techniques, he could use tricks to melt intermediate materials. Even though the melting process was very slow, because of the super-level manufacturing of items, his casting experience was greatly improved. Simply put, soul casting techniques actually abandoned casting techniques and chose to enhance soul fire. This method of directly improving the essence is of course very advantageous.

Of course, this kind of super-level manufacturing also has limitations. Otherwise, An Ruoran could directly melt the super-level material, so wouldn't he be able to directly create a super-level treasure? So in fact, when he tried to melt the super-level material, he would find that he would not be worth the effort - first, his soul fire could not last long; second, even if he could persist to the end, it might take several years."

"How many years are there..." An Ruoran was speechless and shook his head and gave up this absurd idea. After looking at Victor's half-calorie corpse, he decided to bury the unfortunate person first, and then try to find a big city. As for the next step, I believe that even the ability of the first-level magic caster should not let him starve to death!

However, at this moment, the chaotic sound of horse hooves suddenly rang out of the valley. An Ruoran turned his head in shock and saw more than a dozen horses rushing into the valley with smoke and dust. The first barbarian fighter was muscular, with his upper body and a giant steel axe on his back. He felt sorry for his mount carrying a weight of three or four hundred kilograms, and he was almost crushed. Behind this tall barbarian fighter were more than a dozen knights wearing black armor. Although the number was not large, he was quite powerful.

"A high-level barbarian fighter?" With the help of the ability of the soul eye, An Ruoran immediately noticed the strength of these visitors. The first barbarian fighter had reached the high level, and nearly half of the knights he accompanied were above the middle level. Such a scene was naturally quite intimidating, but fortunately, they all had a respectful look on their faces, but they didn't look malicious.

Almost at the same time, these visitors also saw An Ruoran. Perhaps being shocked by his strange outfit, they looked at each other for a moment, but no one spoke. After a moment, the barbarian fighter dismounted first and bowed and said, "Hello, does the Grand Forging Master Victor live here?"

"Victor?" An Ruoran was stunned for a moment and looked behind him instinctively. Thanks to his help, more than a dozen visitors also saw the corpse at this time, and then they all changed color and pressed the hilt of the sword. An Ruoran complained secretly in his heart, twisted his thighs in a hurry, squeezed out a few tears and said, "Teacher... has... passed away!"

More than a dozen visitors exclaimed at the same time, showing an incredible expression, but also seemed extremely disappointed and frustrated. The barbarian fighter shook his head and sighed a few times, his eyes suddenly turned to An Ruoran, and hesitated and asked: "So, are you a student of Victor Grand Forging Master?"

No wonder he seemed so hesitant. You should know that Victor was extremely withdrawn and had never accepted a student. Of course, An Ruoran knew this, but at this moment he could only force himself to bite the bullet and force himself: "Yes, I am the student he just accepted. Before his death, the teacher taught me his robe and told me to study the way of soul casting."

In order to prove his identity, An Ruoran specially raised the ring on his ring finger. Seeing this Victor's token, more than a dozen visitors finally believed most of them and put their hands off the hilt of the sword. However, the expression of the barbarian fighter was still a little strange. He looked at An Ruoran silently and said in a deep voice: "You mean, Victor's Grand Forging Master has taught you everything?"

Hearing such an inquiry, An Ruoran felt something was wrong, but he nodded in difficulty. The barbarian fighter breathed a sigh of relief and smiled faintly and said, "I understand, we have not finally made a trip in vain! Sir, do you want to... be careful!"

It seemed like he was about to send an invitation, but the barbarian fighter suddenly pointed at the back and shouted in surprise. An Ruoran was startled and turned his head instinctively. The only thing that caught his eye was an empty scene. And just as he realized something was wrong, a giant pure steel axe was roaring with the sound of the wind. In the loud bang, An Ruoran suddenly flew backwards more than ten meters, and it was not until he hit a big tree that slowly slipped down...

Not only An Ruoran unexpectedly, but even the dozen knights did not expect it at all. One of the blonde knights was stunned and couldn't help but blurt out: "Sir, why do you want to kill him? The master's order is to ask us to take Victor back. Since Victor is dead, then the students who take him..."

"Idiot! What's the point of bringing this newly-entered caster back?" The Man Fighter stared at his subordinates fiercely and scolded coldly, "The demon caster the master wants to collect must be at least above the level of the super level. How many years will it take for this guy to reach the super level? It's better to kill him directly and bring back all the Victor's Qibao, materials and experience. This is the real valuable thing!"

More than a dozen knights were slightly stunned, and then nodded repeatedly with great enlightenment. The man fighter sneered a few times, and walked towards An Ruoran who was still on the ground, and stretched out his huge palm like a dustpan: "Sorry, please follow your teacher! As for this ring and other items, I will give it to me for the time being..."

However, at this moment, the hand wearing a ring suddenly turned over and tightly held his wrist. Under the shocked gaze of the barbarian fighter, An Ruoran, who was supposed to be killed, slowly raised his head and smiled as if nothing had happened: "I won't bother you! It's better for me to keep my own things!"

Before the word "good" fell, the huge body of the barbarian fighter had already flew out. He drew a graceful arc in the air and smashed heavily into the mud in the distance. More than a dozen knights were shocked and pulled out their long swords in a hurry, staring at the monster that slowly stood up - it was unbelievable that such a thin young man looked unscathed under the bombardment of the giant axe. Is he really a human?

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