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For a magic caster, to successfully cast, one must be perfect in two elements - drawings and materials. In fact, compared to materials that can be obtained in every way, drawings are the real key. In the past few thousand years, most magic casters have followed the drawings left by their predecessors and rarely designed brand new things by themselves, because this is a very thankless practice.

The rationality of energy use, the degree of fusion of attributes, and the ability of the overall components... these elements make structural drawings full of difficulties. Even a high-level magic caster intends to design the drawings by himself, he will think for a long time and then spend a few days to draw. However, at this moment, the first-level magic caster who was in shock and gaze at Weiya and Bathir were drawing like a leisurely stroll. There was even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if there was nothing to be confused about.

But who knows that An Ruoran opened his golden finger at this moment? Before he traveled through time, he was a drawing painter. He had been exposed to countless drawings in his more than ten years of work, from the structural drawings of large machinery to the design drawings of small supplies, all of which left an impression, and could be drawn by careful thinking. In addition, he inherited Victor's memory - that super-level founder is a freak who likes to inspire new things, and he also likes to design new things by himself...

So after the combination of the two, the casting drawings, which were originally a big problem for the casters, became extremely simple for An Ruoran. In less than ten minutes, he completed the design of the drawing, and even didn't sweat much. At this moment, Weiya and Bathir were already trapped in petrification. They even began to doubt that the magic casting master who claimed to be just getting started, could it be a super-level master pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!

But soon, Via and Bathir's eyes were attracted by the drawing. Although the drawing was a bit complicated, it could still be barely recognized that it was a wheelchair. But then again, Via's wheelchair is now the highest-end product. Even if you cast a new one, what's the use?

"It's not a simple wheelchair. You will know after I cast it." An Ruoran smiled, showing confidence in his expression. However, after a pause, he suddenly touched his chin awkwardly and said embarrassedly: "But then again, can you provide me with some blue crystal iron and silver magic silk? In fact, I'm probably the poorest magician in history..."

"Is that true?" Bathil opened his mouth and suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. He could not believe that the magic casting master had swornly claimed the moment before that he wanted to give Weiya a gift... But just a few minutes later, he actually asked Weiya to provide materials to cast, which seemed a shameless act!

Fortunately, Weiya didn't mind, so she asked the servants to go to the warehouse to extract various casting materials according to An Ruoran's list. Bathir sighed and said helplessly: "Mr. An, do you need me to prepare a quiet room for you? In addition, I know that casting time is often relatively long, maybe we can use supper first before working."

"No, it's here!" An Ruoran shrugged his shoulders meaninglessly and put all the materials in front of him. The red soul fire that only he could see was burning, and his tongue of fire swept towards the table like a spiritual snake, greedily sucking the blue crystal iron and magic silk. In the surprised eyes of everyone, the five-colored light flashed in the void, and the extremely hard materials began to melt quietly...

After a few minutes, as An Ruoran slowly put away the soul fire, the temperature in the air suddenly dropped a lot. The liquid melted by various materials began to flow slowly, and began to merge in an orderly manner along a specific trajectory and sequence. After a few minutes, An Ruoran reduced the temperature of the soul fire again, and dozens of components condensed into shape in the air, and then slowly combined to build a frame for a wheelchair.

"This, this is..." Bathil and Via looked at each other, and their slightly surprised expression gradually became solemn. A few seconds later, Bathil suddenly exclaimed softly and said slightly astonished: "Soul Fire? Invisible Soul Fire... The gods are above, this is Victor's original soul casting technique!"

"Be gentle, are you going to destroy this casting?" The one who took the opportunity to scold was Naya, who finally got the chance to speak. The poor demon dragon had been holding it in since he entered the camp until now. He finally got the opportunity to speak, so he immediately boasted proudly: "What's so strange about soul casting? An An of my family is the only student of Victor's hometown... the teacher!"

Because he had already confessed with An Ruoran before, Naya didn't need to make a preface when he lied. In its complacent boast, An Ruoran directly evolved into a casting genius for thousands of years on the mainland. Then how did Victor, who lived in seclusion, knowing talents with keen eyes, and how did he beg An Ruoran to become his student. In short, in Naya's words - "The wheel of history begins to turn endlessly, and the history of the mainland will open a new page. Several years later, when people look back on the past, they will find..."

"I found you!" He gave a thunder without hesitation, and An Ruoran threw Naya out of the tent directly. The abandoned pet was naturally very angry. He immediately jumped out of the door with his short legs and cursed fiercely: "Bastard, you dare to treat me like this! I remember when I was a demon dragon..."

"Demon, Demon Dragon?" Weiya and Bathil looked at each other, feeling the whole world was spinning. An Ruoran coughed lightly and shrugged helplessly and said, "Don't pay attention to it, my pet is good for everything, but there is a problem here!"

He pointed to his head, with a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth. Via and Batirchichi "Oh", and at the same time showed such expressions. But then, they ignored Naya, who was still clamoring, and instead focused their eyes on the new wheelchair that was slowly landing. From the appearance, this light blue wheelchair has nothing special, but has slightly improved its appearance and comfort. But with this alone, I am afraid that it cannot be called a magical treasure of such a successful one!

"If you succeed or not, you have to experience it yourself!" An Ruoran smiled and invited Weiya to sit in a new wheelchair. The next moment, the wooden shell on the armrest slowly opened, revealing the six magic patterns hidden under it. In Weiya's slightly surprised shout, An Ruoran smiled and introduced: "Then, please press this blue magic pattern..."

With a faint doubt, Weiya gently pressed the blue magic pattern. The next moment, the water array inside the wheelchair began to start, and the water flow pushed the wheelchair seat to slowly rise, and it stopped gradually when Weiya let go of the magic pattern. Bathil looked around and couldn't help but say surprise: "Excellent design! In this way, it is very convenient for the lady to get things from a high place."

"That's right, then the red magic pattern is followed by the red magic pattern!" According to An Ruoran's instructions, Weiya gently pressed the red magic pattern. This time, the handles were extended on both sides of the wheelchair and cleverly connected to the two wheels. It can be said that as long as Weiya put a little effort into it, she could control the wheelchair forward and backward turns. Of course, it was several times easier than her previous control with her hands.

"So, when we change the design concept from war to civilian use, we can get more inspiration." An Ruoran stood beside him with his arms folded, introducing the other functions with a smile. It has to be admitted that the magic civilization in this world is indeed developed, but people seem to prefer military use rather than people's livelihood, which may be a waste.

In An Ruoran's view, if modern concepts can be combined with this magic, with modern design as the core and magic civilization as the implementation method, a good fusion can be formed. For example, the magic wheelchair in front of him borrows the design concept of the modern wheelchair and then implements it through magic materials and magic principles - for Weiya, for those disabled people who live as hard as her, the special value of this magic wheelchair is almost comparable to the holy-level weapons in the hands of warriors.

"Mr. An, this is the best gift I have ever received in my lifetime!" When the excitement gradually calmed down, Weiya looked at An Ruoran and couldn't help but feel a little more flowing and moving. She tried to control her mood. She thanked softly in that seemingly calm tone: "But this thing is really too expensive. If you refuse to accept some rewards, I'm afraid it's hard to accept it with peace of mind."

"You are too polite. If you don't have the materials you provide, I'm afraid I can't make such a perfect work." An Ruoran smiled and shook his head repeatedly. But when others thought he was going to refuse the reward, the man slowly touched his chin and said awkwardly: "But since you insist on paying, I will accept it reluctantly... That, 500 gold coins are enough, I'm not the kind of greedy person."

"Puff!" Bathir, who was drinking tea, immediately sprayed out all his mouthfuls of tea. Even though the wealth of the Kashya Empire was the highest in the mainland, ordinary civilians only earned five or six gold coins a month. However, the initial founder who was thick-skinned than the city wall in front of him dared to claim openly, "I am not greedy", but asked for five hundred gold coins - me, has he forgotten that the one who provided those precious materials was Miss Weiya!

In fact, Weiya was also deeply shocked at this moment. Although she was disabled, she had always had many suitors because of her beautiful appearance and gentle personality. I don’t know how many people offered valuable treasures to please her. However, at this moment, this young magic caster who seemed to be pleasing to her actually ignored her existence and asked for gold coins naked...

"Meow, I also want to give a lot of gold to make a beautiful woman smile, but I have to solve the survival problem!" Looking at the astonished expressions of the two listeners, An Ruoran guessed 70 to 80 points. But when he thought of Naya's stomach that was equivalent to the different dimension space, he still bit the bullet and hesitated: "Then, four hundred gold coins are enough! Or three hundred... Oh, are you planning to offer a price of two hundred, right?"

"Are you five hundred gold coins? No problem!" Seeing An Ruoran being a little angry, Weiya couldn't help but smile, feeling interesting. She ordered Bathir to hand over the 500 gold coins, but slowly stroked the wheelchair under her and sighed sincerely: "Mr. An, even if the price is a little more expensive, I have to admit your casting level. If you can maintain this level and continue casting, perhaps in less than thirty years, the invitation letter from Tongtian Tower will be placed in front of you."

"Tongtian Tower? What is that?" An Ruoran was stunned for a moment, subconsciously searching for the noun from his memory. Just a few seconds later, he suddenly exclaimed, and his whole body was stiff in place, completely trapped in petrification...

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