Artificer Adventure Guide

If you can help your friends, you should help them.

Although these two guys didn't listen to good advice and wanted to be mages, now that things have come to this, well, let's eat first!

After finishing his lunch in no time, Carl wiped his mouth and said to his two friends who finally got what they wanted and became mages:

"By the way! I also work part-time as an arcane knight. After a while, after the final exam, let's go to the teacher to ask about the training regulations!"

Carl has not yet learned all the characteristics of the arcane knight. He only has the ability to establish a magical connection with magic tools.

"Ah? If you don't upgrade the level of the artificer, why do you work part-time!"

Hearing that Carl actually worked part-time as a warrior, Bourbon and Bob were puzzled.

"Why else? The ability of a warrior will help me in the dungeon!"

Bourbon and Bob showed a look of understanding, probably because they imagined Carl's specific experience in the dungeon.

"By the way, what spells have you two learned now?"

Carl didn't know much about the School of Illusion, and only had a general impression, so he was a little curious about what abilities the wizards who had just acquired the characteristics of the School of Illusion had.

"Heh! Only a secondary illusion."

With a bitter smile, Bourbon raised his hand, pulled off a little fluff from his woolen vest, and then clenched and released his palm.

A pile of gold coins appeared in his palm as he released his palm. Carl was stunned at first, and then he realized that this was the effect of the secondary illusion.

He reached out and touched the illusion of the gold coins, and they were penetrated by Carl's fingers without any hindrance.

As Carl moved, the illusion of the gold coins became blurred, until Bourbon mobilized his magic again to return to its previous realistic appearance.

Looking at the gold coins in front of him, Carl always felt that he had grasped something.

But this feeling was too vague, and his thoughts were a little "ungraspable".

A feeling of anxiety rose in Carl's heart. He felt that the inspiration just now could bring him and his two friends a lot of benefits.

So, he turned on his psychic power and tried to use this special power to help himself find the inspiration that flashed just now.

As the fluctuation of psychic power emerged from Carl's body, the idea that flashed before was caught by him again.

"Bang!"

Carl stood up suddenly, and the chair behind him fell directly to the ground.

"Game! Projection! VR!"

In excitement, Carl actually used the language of his previous life.

Bourbon and Bob looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what Carl meant.

"You two have time to come to my dormitory to find me! I, I have to talk to my instructor about this idea!"

Leaving behind the two fat and thin monks, Carl quickly left the cafeteria, leaving Bourbon and Bob, who still didn't understand the situation, looking at each other.

After Carl ran out of the cafeteria quickly, he immediately remembered that his master Mooreban worked overtime last night and should still be catching up on sleep at this time.

An idea that could change the employment prospects of the School of Illusion was stuck in his heart, and Carl stamped his feet uncomfortably.

But he soon remembered that he had made an appointment with Nia to come home later.

So he ran to the back door of the cafeteria again, bought a lot of ingredients from the cafeteria manager, and then ran back to his dormitory.

The cafeteria allows students to buy ingredients and cook by themselves, no matter which wizard tower.

But such frugal students are a minority after all.

When he arrived at the dormitory, Carl found that the door was already open, and Nia was cleaning inside with magic. It seemed that she had been here for a while.

"I thought you would come to clean for me every day after I disappeared."

Putting down his backpack, Carl took out meat and vegetables from it and prepared to make a good meal for Nia.

Nia, who was cleaning, paused after hearing this, and then said with a complicated emotion: "At that time, I didn't know whether you were dead or alive, why did I come here? Did the scene bring back memories?"

"What about after you knew that I was alive?"

"Idiot! Since I knew you were still alive, why would I come here to clean!"

"Tsk!"

Tsk-tsk, Carl quickly made lunch for Nia.

In fact, he didn't cook often before, most of the time he went to the cafeteria to order takeout and brought it back to eat with Nia.

However, during this time in the dungeon, Carl gradually became familiar with the cooking process, so now he likes to cook by himself.

After all, there are spells, and a water manipulation or magic trick can easily clean a lot of dishes.

Soon, three dishes and a soup were placed in front of Nia.

Looking at the rich dishes in front of her, Nia stepped back half a step vigilantly, as if she had anticipated Carl's conspiracy.

"So many dishes, it shouldn't be because I help you clean the dormitory, right?"

"Hehehe, I have an idea..."

Raising his hand to signal Nia to eat first, Carl took out some draft paper from his backpack and began to draw a simple VR glasses design on it.

When Nia finished two bowls of rice, he held up the drawing and wanted Nia to comment on it.

"What is this?"

Even if Nia is a genius, some things cannot be understood by high IQ alone.

So, Carl told Nia his idea.

"Use the spells of the illusion school to create immersive phantoms, so as to achieve the tangible display of information... Hiss~ No wonder Professor Morgban accepted you as his apprentice, your idea is really..."

While eating the last bit of food, Nia analyzed Karl's idea very objectively.

"Are you praising me or hurting me? But to be honest, if this kind of projector or glasses can be produced, the low-level magicians of the illusion school will have another way to make money! We magicians will paint in the future Design drawings don’t have to be so hard anymore!”

Waving the draft paper in his hand, Karl seemed to have seen a future where he could create a complete design with just one thought.

But Nia poured cold water on him at this time.

"Then how do you solve the problem of spell timeliness and phantom changes? Use a 2-level phantom power spell? But if you use magical weapons to release spell effects, anyone with normal intelligence can see through the illusion, right? Or, you want to use a 3-level phantom power spell? A high-level phantom?”

Most of the spells of the illusion school take effect on the human consciousness, such as the 2-level phantom power. Undead and constructs are directly immune to this spell, and as long as the intelligence is slightly higher, the spell effects can be easily seen through and the spell will be ineffective.

Although the advanced phantom spell creates actual phantoms, if the effect of this spell is used as the basis for such a strange device, not only will the cost be high, but low-level illusion mages will not be able to participate.

This will increase costs.

"Then you still have to use a 0-level secondary phantom! As for how to make the phantom move...well...I only have a few ideas at the moment. I will tell you after I experiment!"

After feeling his current state, Karl ran directly into the house and fell asleep.

He wanted to experiment with his ideas in the dream world.