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Chapter 471 The long-lost saint, the strange situation in the city of fire oil(2/2)

"Thank you very much, Ryan." Cynthia smiled softly, and then changed her tone. "Unfortunately, I still have some things to deal with for the time being, so I'll leave my thanks for next time."

Ryan's mind was daydreaming about the form in which this thank you would be distributed. Being a very gentleman, he left the room in a daze without any further entanglement.

The door was automatically closed, and Cynthia continued to focus on the cube in front of the experimental table, using a carving knife to draw alchemy runes on one side.

The room was very quiet, except for the sound of wind as the pendulum swayed.

She had forgotten the last time she studied so seriously in the laboratory and made alchemical creations...

That probably happened a long, long time ago.

Cynthia's face showed a somewhat nostalgic look, but the next moment she seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned her head to look out the window and whispered softly.

"What a powerful energy wave!"

It seems that the Wizards Council has come up with some new weapon.

Cynthia thought as she waved the carving knife in her hand and drew the last rune...

The cube in his hand immediately levitated, and the alchemical runes engraved on it seemed to be alive, constantly rotating and beating.

It seemed that her craftsmanship was not new, Cynthia nodded with satisfaction.

Then it’s time to take action...
Chapter completed!
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