Ember Skywalker

Chapter 39 Master, how can you be worse than me? Special Envoy!
"What?"

"I said, from now on you are a magic restorer."

The old man said depressedly.

"What a fucking genius, even more genius than me."

"Master, I think I'm bad enough, how come you're even worse than me?"

"roll!"

Feyre pretended to fight, and Raven ran away in fear.

"Get back here!"

The old man cursed, but picked up the weapon on the table and handed it to Raven.

"Put it away. This is your first piece. You can use it now if you want."

Shit! Did I really succeed?
Raven was finally shocked.

He thought the old man was joking with him.

He swallowed:

"Master, you are not serious, am I going to become a magician now?"

You know, the magician is called a dancer on the tip of a burning blade, and the requirements for talent are extremely strict.

Often, not even one out of a hundred Burners is satisfied.

Because of this, Qinglan's magic restorers are extremely rare, and it is said that there are no more than ten of them.

Each of them holds a lofty status and unimaginable influence.

"I don't have time to argue with you." said the old man angrily.

"Oh shit!" Raven was overjoyed!
I actually became a magician!
The old man looked at him askance: "Haven't you ever learned from others before?"

"No, you just taught me for a while."

Faye felt a tightness in her chest.

"Master, are you okay? Please sit down."

Raven smiled apologetically.

"By the way, you said this weapon can be used now?"

"nature."

"So how much will it sell for?"

"Are you going crazy because of lack of money?"

Faye nearly jumped.

“This is your debut work, I advise you to keep it.

Twenty years from now, its value will increase ten thousand times.”

"I don't have much education, so don't lie to me."

"I don't want to explain it to you. Just look at the prices of the first works of those magic masters and you will know."

"That's it."

Raven's eyes turned, revealing a cunning look:
"How about I sell it to you?

If you collect for ten or twenty years, you will become rich, what do you think? "

Faye was suddenly at a loss for words, and waved her hand to take out a bag of gold coins:
"I see you're obsessed with money!

Here are two thousand gold coins, I'll buy it, don't regret it later."

"Okay!" Raven took the gold coins.

Bumped.

"Master, it seems like there are a few missing?"

"Hey, how did you find out?" the old man was surprised.

"I'm just asking casually. After all, your character is hard to describe..."

"Fuck, you want to die, don't you?"

"Don't be angry," Raven said with a grin, "I wonder what level this weapon is?"

"Of course it's the lowest level, second-order weapons.

However, if you consider its high level of perfection, it should be ranked in the lower middle level.”

"Perfection?"

“Yes, perfection is an important indicator to measure the quality of the restored demon weapons.

It refers to the degree of fusion between different fuels, and the smoothness of the operation of all fuel arrays after fusion. "

"So how perfect is my piece?"

The old man's face darkened and he snorted, "About 92%."

"So low?"

"Low? Do you know what 92% means?"

The old man became excited.

"Many magicians would be extremely happy if they could reach 80%."

"So, mine is not only not low, but also excellent?"

Raven smiled, rolling her eyes.

"What is your average level of magic restoration perfection?"

"do not know!"

"You're not as tall as me, are you?"

"Fuck off!"

The old man felt his chest getting tight again.

Not only did this kid succeed in his first restoration, but the perfection level was as high as 92%!

If it were him, he would be at the same level, but who is he?

A master of resurrection at the peak of the third level, who has been immersed in resurrection for more than thirty years!
He was too embarrassed to say it. "Boy, you have some talent in resurrecting demons. Are you willing to learn from me in the future?"

"What? The old man wants to take me as his disciple?"

Raven bowed his head and kowtowed.

"Please accept my disciple's greeting."

He had already seen that the old man was extraordinary, so of course he agreed.

Where can you find such a good thing as enjoying the shade under a big tree?

"Haha, very good. From now on you are my Feiye's disciple. You will have everything you need."

Oh my god, why does this sound so familiar?

It seems that this was the case when they tricked me into doing the experiment.

Raven regretted whether he had made the wrong choice.

"Okay, next I'm going to teach you the introductory skill of the magician, the burning force rubbing."

"what is that?"

"Do you think a magic restorer can only restore magic?
A low-level weapon may only have dozens of combustion arrays, which you can draw by hand.

But for fourth-level or even fifth-level weapons, there are thousands of burning arrays. Are you going to draw them one by one?
Not only is that too difficult, you can't afford to waste your time.

So a genius created a burning technique that can copy the design drawings onto materials, which is called burning rubbing.

But performing this burning technique requires keen perception and strong control, and only a magician can do it."

"Who is that genius? He's so awesome?"

This liberates the magician to the greatest extent and greatly increases the efficiency of magic restoration.

"O'Carolan."

"Him!" Raven was shocked.

It wouldn't be surprising if it was that person.

O'Carolan is recognized as a giant demon restoration master who can rival Gauss and a peerless genius in Qinglan's history.

This master performed countless miracles in his life, among which sequence weaponry was invented by him.

That is an armament that is more powerful than the Demonic Armament.

"You know him, too?"

"It's in the book."

Raven still remembers that comment—

If Master Gauss's heights were unprecedented, then O'Carolan will never be surpassed.

The former ushered in an era, while the latter brought this era to its peak.

"Huh, you know a lot.

O'Carolan is indeed an amazing figure. If he had not mysteriously disappeared in his later years, his achievements would have surpassed those of Master Gauss."

"Okay, go back to the Burning Power Rubbing and learn from me."

As he spoke, Feyre took out a design, picked up a piece of material, and began to demonstrate...

In this way, Riven began his life as a demon.

Originally he only had to come once a week, but now he has to come three times.

Faye taught carefully every time.

From material identification and processing, burning force array drawing and rubbing, to various magic restoration techniques, he taught almost everything he knew.

Raven's skills improved rapidly, and he achieved some success soon.

But regular live experiments have never been missed.

It can be said that he was both in pain and happy during this period.

Christine was dressed very formally today because she was going to meet His Majesty's envoy.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Master Goethe led in a middle-aged man dressed in court attire:

"President, this is His Majesty's special envoy, the Earl of Bolton."

Bolton, with two fine mustaches on the corners of his mouth, bowed gracefully:
"President Christine, it's nice to meet you."

"You're welcome, please take a seat." Christine smiled.

Lord Bolton sat down, and said:

"Your Majesty heard that your academy discovered a student with etheric talent in this year's admission test, so he sent me here to congratulate you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"His Majesty also said that Rody has an extraordinary talent, so he granted him a set of magic restoration weapons and the title of Viscount, and gave him a chance to enter Wind's Restoration Island."

After saying that, he took out a letter from his pocket.

"Wind Rest Island!"

Christine's eyes lit up, and she clasped her hands and said:
"Please thank His Majesty for me."

Bolton accepted the salute, pondered for a moment, and then asked:

"I wonder what happened to the student with the dual ether talent?"

"Him?" Christine sighed, "Same old, a loser."

"Is there no other solution? Don't you have many secret methods in the White Tower?"

"Even Lord Istan can't do anything about it. What can I do? I've already given up."

Bolton's face was full of regret. He sighed for a long time and took out another letter.

"This is the reward from His Majesty to Raven, a chance to enter Wind's Rest Island."

"He also has Wind's Rest Island?" Christine was surprised.

(End of this chapter)