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

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I don't know what Rosian's intentions are. Maybe he really has some kind of premeditated plan, or maybe he's just doing it all by himself and has to pay for the school's magic array by dismantling it.

In short, at Ross's request, Celia agreed to help Black design the school's magic circle while preserving the seven towers.

However, she could only help with the design; she couldn't carry out the actual implementation because she had to go to the ancient ruins.

Another important reason is that if someone were to see her directing everyone to rebuild the school's magic array, the peaceful school life would probably be gone forever.

The same applies to the Holy Court; Celia doesn't want to face Bishop Alvis.

So Celia spent a day creating a rough sketch and process for rebuilding the magic circle for Black.

After finishing, Ross said, "Have him give this to that bishop; he'll know what to do."

"Will Bishop Alvis just throw this away like trash?" Celia asked.

"That bishop was very rude, but he wouldn't throw away something of value. Just like last time, he didn't throw away the pollution suppression array you gave him, but instead chose to use it while doubting you."

"Besides, even if it's thrown away, it's just thrown away. It's just a rough sketch, not a specific magic circle. If it's not adopted, it's not adopted. It's just a waste of a day. If it's really not adopted, you can see the principal and the bishop arguing. How interesting is that?"

Celia tossed her pen aside, gathered up the dozen or so sketches, and held them high to examine them.

"Something that was rushed out in one day... I don't quite understand it."

"It's okay if you don't understand it. It's called a sketch, but it's just a rough idea. If you show it to a high-level array master, they will naturally understand it. With your level, it would take you a month to draw a real sketch."

"Ok."

After finishing, Celia contacted Blake, handed him the pile of drafts, and told him to show them to high-level array masters, who would understand them.

Upon receiving the sketch, Blake laughed heartily: "Great! Once the magic circle is rebuilt, I'll apply to the Holy Court for magic circle funding for you separately, every month!"

"Thank you, principal."

Celia didn't take it seriously.

The school has always provided financial aid, but it's no longer enough to cover current expenses.

Celia didn't mention any payment for this sketch; she didn't care whether the school gave her anything or not. She considered it a way of giving back to the school and thanking them for their guidance.

After obtaining the sketches, Blake immediately contacted Alvis and the Holy Lord, and headed straight for the conference room of the Temple of Ember.

In the meeting room, Blake handed the sketch to Alvis.

Then, with an air of nonchalance, he sipped his secret brew and smiled, "I don't understand this stuff either. Bishop Alvis, take a look for yourself. Do you think this method can preserve the Seven Towers?"

The Holy Lord looked at Blake helplessly, "You old codger, you actually went to ask them for it? Don't you have any shame at all?"

"Respecting practitioners in industries I don't understand has always been my principle."

Alvis snorted, "I've never seen you respect me either."

"If you spoke to me in a better tone, would I have bothered to argue with you?"

Jarvis remained silent, engrossed in reviewing the sketches.

Besides him, there were several array masters in the conference room. They took the sketches that Alvis had finished looking at and made clicking noises.

"I never thought it could be done like this."

"This idea is ingenious. With just a small modification, the remnants of the magic array can be recycled and reused."

"Moreover, when using it, the remaining residue can be cleaned up slowly without affecting the operation of the magic circle."

"The Seven Star Towers were used as bait, and the magic array was disguised as the Seven Star Towers. If anyone tries to exploit the weaknesses of the Seven Star Towers using the method to break the Seven Star Towers, they will immediately face the fiercest attack. What a great idea!"

"If I were to design this, I don't think I could do it in ten years." "Wonderful, absolutely wonderful, it's like the work of a god."

"..."

Alvis remained silent, but upon hearing the other array masters whispering amongst themselves, the Holy Lord was somewhat surprised. He looked at Blake and asked in a low voice, "Blake, did you have Miss Celia draft this?"

Blake smiled and nodded. "So, Holy Lord, I didn't misjudge you, did I?"

The Holy Lord remained noncommittal; he looked at Alvis.

About an hour later, Alvis put down all the sketches and said, "This method is feasible, very imaginative, but it can indeed preserve the Seven Towers. Judging from this sketch, the array master only has ideas but no ability to implement them, so he just described the ideas and key points without going into the specific construction of the array."

As he spoke, Alvis looked at Blake: "Principal Blake, did Celia say whether she wrote this or someone else did?"

Blake chuckled: "That means it's a gift from the gods."

"That kind of talk again." Alvis frowned.

"I actually believe it a little. What if there really is divine guidance? Wouldn't that be perfect?"

Alvis said, "You're already at the sixth rank, why do you still believe in such things as divine gifts? The last recorded divine descent was five hundred years ago, which is too long ago. Who knows if history is true?"

"Ahem." The Holy Lord coughed heavily. "Bishop Alvis, don't speak carelessly. The descent of the gods is a true historical fact. 500 years is not a long time. Saint-level sorcerers have a lifespan of that long. Perhaps there are still those Saint-level sorcerers who have disappeared. They may have lived from the Age of Calamity to the present day."

Yalvis shut his mouth.

Because this is the truth, starting from the fourth level, human lifespan increases. By the sixth level, one can live to be over two hundred years old, and above the seventh level, one will only live longer.

For young people, 500 years is a distant era, but for those old folks who may or may not be alive, it may feel like it happened just yesterday.

What if someone really did see the gods?

"Can this sketch be used for the reconstruction of the protective magic array at the Holy Magic Academy?"

"can."

"That's good. Is there anything else?" The Holy Lord said, looking at Blake. "If there's nothing else, then the meeting is adjourned."

"There are also some minor matters, such as the small test for the candidate for saintess..."

……

Inside the dormitory, Celia was taking stock of her belongings.

"In the end, only 6 scrolls were made: two for defense, two for support, and two for attack. That wasn't enough, so we had to use first and second tier scrolls to make up the difference."

"The puppet can't wait for Doris to send the materials. Currently, it has two sets of second-tier combination skills and one set of first-tier combination skills."

Celia took out a brand new staff. This staff was no longer just a simple wooden stick, but a staff that looked like a question mark. In the center of the question mark was a high-grade magic crystal. This magic crystal cost Celia 20 gold coins, which was equivalent to the price of a special-attribute artificial magic puppet heart.

Even the least popular low-grade natural magic doll heart is only this price.

Magic crystals are highly concentrated magic crystals, while advanced magic crystals are magic crystals that can automatically recharge and can also be actively recharged by the mage. They are very valuable and are excellent materials whether they are used to decompose them for runes or embedded in weapons and equipment.

"Let's skip the armor, we can't afford it. Let's leave it at that. With a mentor leading the team, we're not going to run into any real trouble, right?"

The girl felt relieved.

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