MC's career as foreign lord

What was originally a nice family dinner was suddenly turned into a magical research seminar by two people.

Returning from behind, Mossa, who had been standing beside Zhou Ren, suddenly spoke, "Master, magic scrolls require the ability to bear magic. You can test it out!"

"Magic-bearing ability?" Zhou Ren asked, somewhat puzzled. This was a brand-new term. "Explain in detail?"

Mossa nodded and also took out a scroll from his inventory. "Unlike other things, ordinary parchment only needs to be writable, but scrolls, at the very least, must have the power to bear that magic!"

"Hmm..." Zhou Ren nodded. He seemed to understand what the other party was saying, but he didn't interrupt, instead gesturing for them to continue.

Mossa naturally continued to explain, "If it can't bear the power of magic, even some special creations of the gods can't be used to make scrolls."

"I've heard of such things. The magical energy contained within each magic scroll is different. If your paper can contain enough energy, it should be usable for making scrolls!" Shia also said.

"Then, how does one test it?" Zhou Ren asked.

Shia took out a book. "This is a book I usually use to copy magic scrolls. In our understanding, spell slots are your understanding of imitation models..."

"And by deducing and calculating the magic model, you can analyze the entire magic and store it in the spell slot!"

She described the process of magic, "The great arcanists of the past didn't need spell slots. They only needed to integrate the power of magic and deduce all the magic models in battle to use them directly!"

Zhou Ren felt something was amiss. "If that's really the case, wouldn't the magic fail if the calculation fails?"

"Yes, that's the fundamental reason why ancient arcanists gradually declined and modern mages are rising!" Shia said. "As long as you copy it, you can display the scroll again!"

"Does copying require magic itself? Can an ordinary person like me copy it?" Zhou Ren asked. Although he had killed many creatures, eliminated many monsters, and even killed a legendary being, he was an ordinary person through and through.

"No, copying scrolls requires sufficient magical understanding. You must at least reconstruct the magic model in your mind." Shia shook her head.

Zhou Ren said with some regret, "That's a pity!"

He shrugged slightly, signaling to continue.

"Then I'll try it!" Shia said. True magic scrolls naturally require special magic items to copy.

Whether it's the pen used for copying or the words used for recording, everything needs to have magical power.

Some powerful mages use dragon blood, some use fairy blood, or special magic pigments, while the elves use a very viscous tree sap.

"This is the intersection between the leaves of the Tree of Life and some special plant dew. We will mix it with various colors of elven flowers, grind it finely into a powder, and turn it into a paste, which becomes the ink!" Shia said.

Zhou Ren suddenly understood why these long-eared people valued the Tree of Life so much.

This tree not only provides them with protection and various elven fruits, but also provides this magic-related material.

He thought of the Tree of Life he planted. Why was it so dull and unresponsive in his place, not only unable to speak, unable to move, but also looking very rigid?

But he didn't continue to speak. After all, this was the elves' own special recipe, and he wasn't shameless enough to ask for it.

After testing Zhou Ren's pen, Shia absorbed a little of the ink she carried with her and began to copy directly.

In this strange world, Zhou Ren could even feel the fluctuations of magic. This was something he had never felt before. He could see that with Shia's writing, magical ripples permeated from the paper.

"Alright!" In just a few minutes, the elven princess had already put away her pen and ink, and showed the two the blank sheet of paper that had been copied.

"If you want to make magic scrolls, it should only be effective with your pen!" Shia said, "The tips of our pens are too hard, and we can't continue writing!"

Zhou Ren picked up the paper and could clearly see that his system identified it as a special item.

[Magic Scroll]: A scroll that uses special power to engrave the memory of magic on paper. It can release the magic energy within by tearing it open completely.

"Don't mind if I try it?" Zhou Ren asked. Since the scroll could be copied in such a short time, it shouldn't be anything particularly powerful.

"Please!" Shia nodded.

In the next second, Zhou Ren tore open the scroll. The power from the scroll immediately exploded. His figure suddenly disappeared, and then an identical phantom appeared in its place.

"A very excellent substitute scroll!" Mossa commented, "Princess Shia chose correctly. This kind of substitute spell requires very little magic power, but the material requirements for the scroll itself are very high, indicating that your paper's magic-bearing ability meets the standard, Master!"

"So you can actually make scrolls too?" Zhou Ren looked at Mossa.

"Yes, Master!" Mossa nodded. "But I can release all my magic myself and don't need the magic net's consent."

"Ah, ancient arcanists are just willful!" Zhou Ren complained, "In that case, I can give you some paper that can be used to write scrolls!"

It was still a gift, but he was determined that these single sheets of paper should be more expensive than a book.

After all, it was paper that could bear magical power. Adding a little bit of money shouldn't bother anyone, right?

He suddenly thought of the future prosperity of the elves. When fighting with other races, they opened a thick book, took out some clipped paper from it, and just threw the paper out. Wouldn't that be particularly cool?

In the future, if there were printed materials, could some tools for copying magic scrolls be made directly?

With just one machine, magic scrolls could be replicated all over the country. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

He yawned sleepily, "Shia, your rooms are ready. Go to bed early!"

The Elf Princess stared at him with wide, beautiful eyes. Originally, she was a little excited because of the magic scroll, but why did the man in front of her look so calm?

However, she didn't say much. After working for a day, she was indeed a little tired, so she went upstairs and dragged down the three mischievous children who were wandering around.

"You don't even know what they were doing!" Shia said, "This little one wanted to load the teddy bear into the crossbow and shoot it out!"

She pointed at Leah, who actually looked proud. "I told Bear-bear to hold an arrow in its mouth. If it doesn't hit, it'll scratch his face!"

"Alright, it's time to go to sleep!" Zhou Ren said, patting the little girl's head. "We'll talk about everything else tomorrow!"

He opened the door to the guest room. This room hadn't been used since it was built, and a bed had been placed in it.

"See you tomorrow!" He closed the door for the two of them, and then chuckled as he saw the little girl bouncing on the bed through the crack in the door.

Zhou Ren found it amusing. He wanted to see how long the little girl could bounce on that bed.

Sure enough, as he expected, Leah, who was still bouncing around, suddenly lay down and then a faint breathing sound was heard.

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Zhou Ren turned his head and handed the last little lightning bolt, who was on the verge of falling asleep, to Mossa. This little guy was especially sleepy after eating his fill, even though he hadn't been awake for long.

"He said he wanted to summon all of his friends here. Could it be that he once went to the Elemental Plane?" Zhou Ren said. The Lightning Elemental Plane, as one of the eight minor elemental planes, also possesses terrifying energy that ordinary people can't imagine.

If he went back and forth like that, the energy consumed would probably make Leiqiu sleep for a long time, right?

Perhaps this could explain why the little guy was sleepy all day long, but there would only be a formal result tomorrow. Everything would be clear once they arrived at that place with abundant lightning elements.

Zhou Ren was very open-minded. After the elves cleared this grassland, he would have a solid two months of development time because of the Great Wind Period.

Although he didn't have any particularly powerful modules, he could still play a lot of tricks just by relying on the Tinker's Construct in his hand.

"There shouldn't be anything to do tomorrow. After continuing to build the mob farm, I can try to find some Tinker's Construct materials!" He recorded this matter in his notebook and fell asleep.

The entire house became silent all of a sudden, leaving only Mossa alone to put away the notebook on the table and stuff it into the separate bookshelf next to him.

Then he opened the door. Without any worries, he swung his sword and killed the Phantoms that wanted to attack him from above.

As a Lich, he had been attacked by these flying creatures for several days. He had also checked the crafting guide and roughly understood the motivation for these creatures to exist.

Basically, it was because he was a Lich and didn't need to sleep. Creatures that didn't sleep for more than three days would be attacked by these strange monsters that existed in the boundary between fantasy and reality.

However, the attack power of these monsters wasn't strong, and their health wasn't high. Apart from the fixed spawn of 6 every night, they had almost no great use.

Mossa had already collected many of the special wings dropped by these little monsters, but he didn't know what they were for, so he gently placed them in the warehouse upstairs.

Now he wanted to go to the underground cavern to take a look. Many monsters would always spawn in the night environment, but the larger the underground space, the more the number of monsters spawning could be distributed, which seemed quite reasonable.

And underground, Jim was still acting as his supervisor. The numerous skeletons worked together and had completely hollowed out a space tens of meters high, and were now continuing to the other side.

As mentioned in the previous text, this was a huge canyon, nearly a thousand meters long and wide. A large number of ores were left on the surface, all of which were relatively precious diamonds or emeralds, waiting for Mossa to mine them with Fortune.

"Jim, are you about to become a Skeleton Lord?" Mossa asked. The little skeleton in front of him tilted his head in confusion, and then pointed to the snow-white bones on his body.

There seemed to be a special mark on the snow-white bones, representing the little skeleton's growth in work.

"It should be soon. If I knew you could become a legend, I think the master would be very happy!" Mossa said, and then excitedly watched the 50 skeletons above his head performing like a 3D printer, and continued to mine.

He was clearly a Lich, but he had a inexplicable passion, and he didn't know where it came from.

The perspective was pulled back to the distant part of the world. The wind was still blowing, and it was getting fiercer at night, but the soldiers of the legion didn't care about these at all. They had mages supporting the barrier behind them, and they were searching for the monsters that hadn't been killed in the entire grassland.

This was also a link that the elves had emphasized in the transaction. They would try their best to clear the special creatures in this grassland, and on the front line, their legends were like an army pressing down on the border of the Orc Empire.

The monarch of the Northern Orc Empire had even come to the border. "Do you want to provoke a war? Elves!"

O'Halloran roared with some disdain, "The war has already begun when your army comes before the elves!"

As a race that had ruled the continent for several generations, the elves had unparalleled confidence. They simply stood in front of the Orc Empire, and 20 legends formed a piece, causing great psychological pressure.

It was just that both sides knew that the other didn't really want to start a war, or else how could they talk calmly? They would have already started fighting.

"Ceasefire! We will withdraw all our troops in the wasteland. As for that green dragon, we really don't know where he went!" The orcs certainly wouldn't give in obediently, but they also knew that with so many legends present, it was impossible to take down the wasteland. In the end, it would probably be another battle of the gods.

However, since the gods couldn't descend to the world, even if there was a war, it would mostly be in the Astral Plane, and such a battle wouldn't have much meaning.

"I will ask you again after the North Wind ends!" The emperor of the Northern Orc Empire cracked his mouth, revealing a strange smile.

O'Halloran was not afraid, "I'm waiting!"