The blue sky, the endless plains, the warm and dry air.

Liu Xia...oh no, it should be Roland, standing alone on the soft soil with barefoot.

"The wind stops."

The gentle breeze immediately calmed down, and the world was silent, as if time had stopped.

"There is a laboratory table."

The huge marble stone table broke out from the ground and rose straight to the height of Roland's waist. It was neither high nor short, just right.

Roland had long been accustomed to this, and he tapped his fingers on the marble table.

"Alchemy materials appear: fresh blood lily bulbs, highly purified salmon oil, carefully ground malachite powder, and black chicken mushroom juice distilled at low temperature of 70 degrees Celsius."

The light and shadow on the marble table flash continuously, and four materials emerge from the void and are placed one by one on the marble table.

"Full squeeze the blood lily bulbs, and after blood-red juice appears, mix in salmon oil, stir for 5 minutes, filter the residue, and get blood-colored salmon oil... Add malachite powder to blood-colored silicone fish oil, and shake quickly... not good!"

Before he finished speaking, the blood-colored solution began to boil violently, and a strong red smoke erupted, and a dark green fire could be seen shining in the smoke.

Roland couldn't dodge and was smoked by the smoke. His head fainted and fell to the sky. His face turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He said quickly: "Clear all materials! Recover physical damage!"

In an instant, the fire, smoke, and all the materials on the table disappeared, and Roland's face returned to normal.

The plain returns to silence, the sky is high, the clouds are light, and the wind is clear.

Roland sat down on the soft soil and lowered his head to ponder: "This is the preparation step for intermediate enchantment powder, which Vermia personally demonstrated. At that time, he succeeded once. I completely copied his operation, but every time it failed. Which key details were missing?"

I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out.

"Review."

Roland was preparing to find the reason little by little through the process.

Suddenly, a slander came from the sky: "Roland, you are in a daze again!"

His delicate voice immediately pulled Roland's thoughts back to reality.

Roland slapped his head hard: "Oh no, I forgot the time again."

He snapped his fingers hard.

"End the simulation and exit the thinking laboratory!"

The light and shadow around the body change rapidly.

The blue sky and white clouds above the head quickly dimmed and turned into low ceilings. The bright sun turned into a burning whale oil lamp. The empty plain became a wall covered with mold. The fresh air was gone, and there was a pungent smell of fireworks.

This is the enchantment room of the Boulder Castle.

It is called an enchantment room, but it is actually a small room less than 20 square meters.

There is a fire stove with purple fire on the east side of the room. This thing is called an elemental stove. The fire temperature is extremely high and can easily melt steel. It is necessary to enchant at high temperatures. On the west side, there is a long stone table, and a large hollow iron ball is placed in the middle of the table. This is a vacuum enchantment ball, which is necessary for vacuum enchantment. There are many strange-shaped objects next to the iron ball, including stone grinding bowls, hand-crank solid-liquid separators, foot-pedal shock platform, etc., all of which are tools for preparing enchantment materials.

On the south side of the room, near the door, there is a multi-layer wooden rack. There are at least one hundred kinds of original materials on it, including bright purple mushrooms, irregular milky white stones, shiny blue crystals, gorgeous animal feathers, and even dried feces from old mountain pigs.

A thin girl stood next to the wooden rack.

Her face was very white, her hair was dry, less than 1.5 meters tall, and she looked light and seemed to be able to float away as soon as the wind blew.

Her name is Weiss, and she is Roland's senior sister. She has an extremely outstanding enchanting talent. She is less than 16 this year. Although she is only one year older than Roland, her enchantment level is much higher than Roland. According to the owner of White Stone Castle, Vermea, Weiss is now at the level of an intermediate enchantist.

The girl's cheeks were bulging, and her bright black eyes stared at Roland with a fierce look: "Roland, why are you tranced when enchanting again? Don't you know that this is easy to make mistakes?"

Roland touched his nose, looked at the clay ring next to him, and explained: "Actually I have already..."

The girl did not allow him to defend himself and said loudly: "Don't you know that if you didn't complete the enchantment on time, I would have to be hungry for a few times, but you must be whipped again! Isn't it painful to hit the body? If you accidentally meet your master in a bad mood, you would be beaten to death by him! Just like last time, you almost got beaten to death! If you die... I am alone... I am alone..."

Originally, he was angrily scolding, but as he spoke, the girl's eyes turned red and her voice was sobbing that she couldn't continue to say anything.

Roland was speechless.

The thinking laboratory in his mind was one-tenth of reality. He originally calculated the time and would never delay things. As a result... no matter what, he did make mistakes.

Seeing that the girl was about to cry again, Roland had to lower her head and admit her mistake: "Weis, I know I was wrong."

Weisi sniffed: "You promise, you will concentrate in the future!"

Roland immediately raised his hand and made a sworn statement: "I promise!"

Weis burst into tears and laughed: "I'm too lazy to care about you. Are the things ready?"

"Okay, OK. It's been long since."

Roland reached out and patted the clay ring on the table: "Look, I carefully ground it with sandpaper. The surface was smooth and I couldn't touch a burr. I also rounded every corner on the ring, so I would never feel uncomfortable."

This clay ring is about 2 cm thick, with an outer ring diameter of more than 40 cm, and an inner ring is a hole of about 30 cm. The structure is not complicated, but the corners are still quite large, and there are many depressions. It takes some effort to deal with smooth one by one.

Weisi walked over and reached out and gently stroked the surface of the ring. She felt that the hand felt delicate and smooth, very comfortable, and had no gaps. Even the most subtle parts were carefully treated, so even the most picky people could not find any problem.

She was very satisfied: "Not bad, really good."

Roland smiled and said to himself: "In order not to be beaten, I have put hard work in the thinking laboratory. I have practiced this little work hundreds of times, but it would be strange if it is not good."

As he touched, Weiss suddenly asked curiously: "Roland, this thing looks so weird, and it also needs to be accompanied by constant temperature. What do you think is it for?"

Roland glanced at the clay ring, and his eyes stayed at the hole in the middle of the ring for half a second. The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he said vaguely: "What do you care about this? Are the enchantment powder for the constant temperature technique ready?"

Weiss's attention was immediately distracted: "It's ready."

"Then let's start!"

After Weis was ready, Roland's thoughts frightened slightly and released the "suspended technique" to the clay ring.

At least 3 kilograms of clay ring immediately floated up like feathers, hanging in the air half a meter in front of Roland, motionless.

Weisi put away all her distractions and looked solemn. She picked up the wooden bowl in her hand and poured it hard on the clay ring, and the dark red powder poured out.

"Enchant: Constant Thermal Technique!"

Wei Si waved her hands and a faint white light appeared on her little hands. The dark red powder seemed to have life, flying around the clay ring, circling, and finally sank into it bit by bit.

The whole process lasted for five minutes. After five minutes, all the dark red powder disappeared, and the clay ring also changed from grayish white to dark red, and the surface was covered with a light red light, which was the spell of constant temperature spell.

Weiss breathed lightly, feeling relieved: "It's successful."

Roland immediately stopped the suspension technique, stretched out his hand and caught the clay ring. At this time, his forehead was covered with sweat and his head was steaming even more hot, as if he ran a marathon.

It is very difficult to suspend a 3 kg object in the air and keep it motionless for five minutes using suspension.

Weiss couldn't do this job. She could make the ring float and let the ring float for 5 minutes, but she couldn't keep it motionless.

If there is abnormal tremor during enchanting, it will cause uneven attachment of the enchantment powder. Even if the enchantment does not fail on the spot, the final result will definitely be a defective product.

According to Vermia, Roland has super control over mana, which is his talent. But in fact, only Roland himself knows that all this is the result of hard practice.

"Come and check it out to see if there are any defects." Roland gently placed the clay ring on the table.

"Um."

Weiss took out a cotton towel from her sleeve and helped Roland wipe the sweat from her forehead. After wiping, she told her seriously: "Remember, wait until the sweat dries before leaving the room. Otherwise, she will easily get sick if the cold wind outside."

"I know. I'll do it myself." Roland snatched the cloth towel from Weiss's hand and wiped it on his own. He has been single for both his life and has never seen such a gentle formation.

"You're blushing." Wei Si giggled.

"Go and check it out quickly." Roland couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Weiss then walked to the ring [Pencil Novel] and checked it carefully.

A few minutes later, she nodded with satisfaction: "The appearance is flawless, the feel is delicate and soft, and the temperature in each place is just right, neither hot nor cold, which is very rare. I think the owner will definitely be very satisfied."

As soon as he heard the word "master", Roland felt cold in his heart, and a gloomy and pale face appeared in his mind. The joy faded instantly, replaced by an undepressable anger. He tried hard to suppress the anger, so that his whole body was silent.

Weiss knew Roland’s thoughts, pursed her lips and whispered: “Roland, the master is indeed a bit harsh to you…”

Roland gritted his teeth, and a sneer broke out between his teeth: "Hehe~"

harsh?

It has been 5 years since he traveled to this other world. Looking back on his experience in the past 5 years, if he only uses "harshness" to describe it, then 996 is really a blessing!

Weis comforted her a little helplessly: "There are only two enchantists in White Stone Castle. As long as we work hard, the master will not give up on us. Roland, your intelligence is a hundred times better than me. If you can better control your emotions, the master will definitely not be stingy and will teach you more advanced enchanting skills."

Roland never puts his destiny on the mercy of others, not on earth, nor in this other world. Seeing Weisi's innocent appearance, he curled his lips and made a sneer, and then he wanted to make a mockery.

When the words came to his mouth, he finally held back.

Weis is different from him. This girl has been in Baishi Castle since she was a child. She has never been exposed to external information at all. She is as simple as white paper. She is not like him. She has lived on Earth for half her life and has been bombarded by the earth's Internet information frenzy all the time.

What Vermia, the owner of White Rock Castle, did was quite confusing, and it was reasonable for Weis to have fantasies about him. He said too much and would only cause trouble for himself.

His tone slowed down: "Maybe you are right. The enchantment has been completed, I'll go back and rest."

Weiss thought Roland was convinced by her and was a little happy: "You can rest with peace of mind. This ring is a rare fine product. Maybe the owner will teach more enchantments when he is happy."

"Is it a fine product? I hope it."

Roland glanced at the clay ring and felt very absurd in his heart: ‘Blessing the constant temperature technique, the surface is smooth and delicate, the clay ring, hum~~ Rich people really know how to enjoy it.’

He turned around and walked towards the door. Just as he walked to the door and was about to open the wooden door, his movements suddenly stopped, then turned his head and put his ear on the wooden door and listened carefully.
To be continued...