Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint.

Chapter 135 Participating in the Construction of the School's Magic Array? Me?

The day after the exam ended happened to be the weekend.

Completely relaxed, Celia threw away all her textbooks and took out a blank scroll that she hadn't used in a long time.

"I'm setting off for the ancient ruins the day after tomorrow, so I need to draw a lot of scrolls for self-defense!"

She took out the box containing the Heart of Gold, extracted about 50 grams of it, put it into the ink mixing pan, added the other auxiliary materials, lit a flame under the ink mixing pan, mixed and melted all the materials, and finally obtained about 500 grams of scroll ink.

Celia put it into a special bottle and shook it gently.

"This bottle of ink is worth 15 gold coins. It can be used to draw hundreds of first and second-tier scrolls, earning me at least 50 gold coins. I wonder how many usable scrolls it can make..."

Since it's for her own use, Celia naturally wants to draw the most difficult third-tier scroll.

Even facing a third-tier scroll, Celia couldn't guarantee her success rate.

She set a goal for herself—

"10% success rate!"

"This bottle of ink can probably draw about a thousand scrolls. If just one out of ten is successful, that's... a hundred scrolls! Each scroll costs at least 5 gold coins, so that's... 500 gold coins!"

Celia got excited, but quickly lost interest.

"But third-tier scrolls are so expensive! I had to pay 20 gold coins to buy 200 from the Sorcerer's Guild."

Celia spent about 30 gold coins on auxiliary materials and blank scrolls.

The girl was heartbroken to lose nearly a third of her gold coins at once.

Ross laughed and said, "If you can get 20 out of 200 to sell, you'll still get 100 gold coins at the lowest price. The cost is 35 gold coins, so you'll still make 65 gold coins. Isn't that great?"

"The premise is that at least one out of ten scrolls can be successfully completed... and 200 third-tier scrolls take more time than a thousand first-tier scrolls..."

No matter how she thought about it, Celia felt that first and second-tier scrolls were the most profitable. Even if the value of a single scroll was not high, the success rate could be guaranteed, and with a large quantity, they were much more profitable than third and fourth-tier scrolls.

"Third-tier scrolls are in an awkward position unless you use them yourself. They're not as stable as first or second-tier scrolls, and not many people want them. Compared to fourth-tier scrolls, they're priceless. They're said to start at 20 gold coins, but whenever they appear, the highest price they can fetch is 100 gold coins. Many mercenary groups will sell everything they own to buy one to save their lives. Only third-tier scrolls..."

If High Priest Dylan had successfully used his fourth-order scroll, the outcome would have been reversed.

Her words were full of disdain for the third-tier scroll, but Celia still honestly began to draw.

It's more powerful than a second-tier weapon, isn't it?
For Celia now, the effect of a second-tier scroll is negligible. Mages need to use scrolls one tier higher than themselves to produce unexpected effects.

After consulting with Ross, Celia began drawing the three-dimensional scrolls that might be used.

According to the plan, these two days will be used entirely for drawing, and we can draw about a hundred pictures. With a success rate of 10%, the finished products will be ten pictures.

But the plans couldn't keep up with the changes.

The next day, while she was drawing the scroll, an unexpected person came to her door.

“Principal Black?” Celia was shocked to see the person appear on the spell ring.

The principal actually contacted me first?
Blake's phantom didn't seem to be in very good condition.

He looked at Celia and said, "Celia, I need your help right now. You may be doing something important, but please put down what you're doing and come out."

"Okay, I'll be right away."

Celia quickly agreed.

After the call ended, she asked in confusion, "What could it be that would make the principal contact me personally?"

"Perhaps it's about the school's magic array," Ross chuckled.

"A magic array? What does a magic array want with me? Could it be..."

The girl's heart started racing.

"They might suspect it was you, but they will never have any evidence to prove it," Ross said calmly. "Because it was a method of breaking the spell that I personally modified. Only a Saint-level array master could possibly detect it."

"Then they immediately concluded that I was the murderer..."

"You're just unlucky." "..."

Although somewhat worried, Celia quickly put down the scroll in her hand and hurried downstairs.

She looked around but didn't see Blake.

Just as I was wondering, a message sent by Blake appeared on the spell ring—

Go left, and after you reach the end, turn right, and you'll see me.

"Is it that mysterious?"

Celia grumbled and, following the directions, quickly arrived at the place Blake had mentioned.

Blake was sitting on a bench by the roadside, looking worried.

Celia stepped forward. "Principal Black, what brings you here?"

Blake looked up and smiled. "You're here. Nothing much, you know the school's magic circle was destroyed, right? The school is currently preparing to rebuild it."

He paused for a moment at this point.

Celia didn't react.

He wondered: What does the reconstruction of the magic array have to do with me?

Blake continued, "Your skill in magic arrays is very high. You said it was a gift from the gods. Then please pray to the gods again and ask them to design a magic array for the Holy Magic Academy that can be perfectly integrated into the entire school without dismantling the seven towers."

"Huh?" Celia was stunned.

She immediately asked Ross, "Lord Ross, has Principal Black discovered your presence?"

Ross shook his head: "No, don't overthink it. I don't want anyone to find out. Apart from the twelve main gods, no one can find out. The principal's behavior might mean he has discovered something, but he's not sure."

"But they still found out..."

Ross smiled slightly: "Last time I manipulated your body to deal with the self-destruct rune, my behavior was very different from yours. Perhaps the principal discovered something at that time, but he pretended not to know and didn't say anything."

"What should I do?"

"Don't worry about it. At most, he'll guess that you're favored by the gods, but he'll never imagine that the one who favors you is an evil god."

"That's good."

Celia breathed a slight sigh of relief, but faced with Blake's words, she said with difficulty, "Principal Blake, although I know a little about magic arrays, the school's magic array is too difficult for me. No matter how I think about it, I can't possibly build it."

"I know, but how will I know if I can do it if I don't try?"

Blake said earnestly, "Show me the wisdom you had when you dismantled the self-destruct rune, Celia. Do the school a favor. These seven towers have stood in the Holy Magic Academy for over a hundred years and are part of the school. I can't let Alvis tear them all down."

"but……"

"Promise him."

Before Celia could refuse again, Ross interrupted her.

“What?” Celia looked at Ross.

"Promise him that you will help him design the magic array for the school."

Celia was stunned again.

Lord Ross...are you serious?

Why did he suddenly want to design a magic circle for the school?
Are we preparing for some kind of future invasion?!

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　　I'm not in the flow today, I can't write anything...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)