Chapter 591
'What a ridiculous school.'
Yi-Han grumbled as he made the evil-warding accessory.
Even if he complained, the professors wouldn't listen anyway.
"Divide, dwell."
With the spell, magic dwelled in the purple bone.
Although it was called a divination magic lecture, in fact, if one counted the time, he learned more magic other than divination magic.
One of them was that he was casting now.
A magic that distributed the risks that came to the caster when casting magic to other objects.
Of course, in the case of powerful divination magic, it was impossible to handle even with this kind of magic, but for the level of divination that 1st-year students did, this much was enough.
Priestess Tijiling next to him skillfully overlapped triangles to make an evil-warding accessory.
The priests of the Presinga Order, who specialized in handling cursed artifacts, were skilled at enduring and defending against such curses.
Making the structure of the evil-warding accessory sturdy using numerology that utilized shapes and numbers was also one of the order's wisdom.
Tijiling, who finished the first completion, wiped the sweat on her forehead with a handkerchief and turned her gaze to the side.
Surprisingly, the boy from the Wardanaz family was still wrestling with the bone.
"...?!!"
"Ah. It's really stubbornly hard."
Yi-Han gritted his teeth and tapped the bone.
Generally, the characteristic of materials used for artifacts was high mana conductivity.
In other words, for a material to be good for use as an artifact, mana had to flow well and stay for a long time.
However, the purple bone that Professor Parsellet (forcibly) handed over, regardless of what material it was made of, kept bouncing off the magic.
An evil-warding artifact had to be sturdy, but no matter how sturdy it was, if the magic itself didn't stick, it was useless.
Yi-Han closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh.
'I have no choice but to do it little by little.'
If it wasn't that the magic didn't stick, but that it kept bouncing off, there was a way.
Yi-Han grabbed the bone and crazily infused mana into it. Normally, it should have burst out immediately, but the bone endured it somehow, only vibrating, probably because the material was sturdy.
'I'll tame it!'
It was a crude method, but a method was a method.
If it was an object stained with Yi-Han's mana, there was a high possibility that it wouldn't bounce off Yi-Han's magic.
Once.
Twice.
Three times...
While other friends changed the structure of the evil-warding accessory with beads made of various metals and semi-precious stones and tested it with simple divination, Yi-Han carved and carved the bone.
"Wardanaz. Are you okay? The time is..."
"Ah. Rice only becomes rice when it's boiled enough! Will rice become rice just because raw rice urges it!"
"Ah, no. I'm just worried."
"If you rush, it becomes rougher and slower. Artifacts should be made properly. What if you drop it while carving?"
'Ah, an artifact craftsman!?'
The friend who spoke felt the illusion of a craftsman who had made artifacts for decades in Yi-Han's appearance.
Yi-Han checked the bone again, grumbling.
"I think this much will stick... Is it still not enough?"
"Wardanaz, the time is really..."
Bang!
Yi-Han, who finished the basic bone work, entered the next process like lightning.
In an instant, he swung his staff, split the bone, changed its shape, and started casting magic on it.
"Divide, dwell. Divide, dwell. Divide..."
Magic was cast continuously at a level different from other students.
Although mana exhaustion, fatigue, or magic backflow were worrisome from the appearance of rapidly chanting spells, Yi-Han completed the work without blinking an eye.
Even after that, Yi-Han's hands did not stop. The split and shape-changed bones moved to the exact positions.
"Oh, my goodness...!"
"Avalcain must have been reincarnated!"
Yi-Han's work speed was so amazing that even the name of an artifact craftsman from hundreds of years ago came up.
The students could only blink their eyes and watch the work.
Click click click click click!
Yi-Han, who finished the assembly and completed the finishing touches, placed the evil-warding accessory on the table.
Then, applause erupted from all directions.
"Wardanaz! Wardanaz!"
"A genius of labor!"
"Isn't that an insult?"
Professor Parsellet, who was sitting in front of the lecture hall, said nonchalantly.
"It's an exam."
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