Jolian, who had come up with a new design idea, was extremely excited at the moment. What could be more exciting to a synthetic person than a brand - new weapon "wife"?
So she got to work...
After nearly half an hour of busyness, the experimental production ended up somewhere between success and failure.
Why say that? Because the experiment verified the feasibility of her idea, but the problem still lay in the materials!
"The regular ice core can't withstand the simultaneous blessing of the blasting magic array and the fire - energy core... The theoretical use effect and the expected value have too large a deviation... How should I solve this?"
Jolian frowned and pondered. Suddenly, she caught sight of the furtive pink - haired girl nearby.
"Hmm? I remember she has the fire - type Saint's Heritage Magic, right? If I use Yimansa's ice and Wumulian's fire, can the experiment succeed?"
With a new idea, Xiao'an decided to give it a try.
She walked up behind the pink - haired girl and patted her on the shoulder. Unexpectedly, Wumulian almost jumped over two meters high, and her dark red short skirt lifted up a bit because of this movement.
"Ah, it's a vacuum?"
Wumulian immediately pressed down on the lifted skirt with her hand, looking at Jolian with a blushing face, and then started to explain incoherently:
"This wasn't my intention! Listen to me! I'm not a pervert!"
"Oh... it's okay, I didn't see anything!" Jolian came back to her senses from the shock and didn't dwell on why she wasn't wearing panties.
She got straight to the point: "Wumulian, can you do me a favor?"
"What kind of favor?" Seeing Jolian's serious expression, the pink - haired girl couldn't help but become serious too, completely forgetting about her earlier embarrassment.
"Can you give me some of your fire?"
"Hmm? What do you need this for? The magic of a Saint's Heritage Magician is very dangerous!"
Just as Wumulian was about to refuse, Jolian handed her the design blueprint.
"I need your fire to make an alchemical tool because regular fire won't work... blah blah blah."
Xiao'an immediately started her long explanation filled with professional terms. The pink - haired girl was completely dumbfounded. All she could remember in her mind was that it seemed highly feasible and wouldn't be too dangerous.
"Okay, okay, stop talking. I don't understand your alchemist's mumbo - jumbo. I'll give you the fire, but what are you going to use to hold my magic?"
PS: Although Saint's Heritage Magic is the most ancient form of alchemy, it doesn't mean that all Saint's Heritage Magicians can master it.
Take Wumulian, this poor student, for example. She only learned magic from the tool spirit and didn't learn alchemy... The reason is that she couldn't understand it!
"You don't need to worry about that." Jolian secretly pointed in Yimansa's direction:
"She made a lot of ice for the ice - skating rink just now. I saw there was some waste ice beside it. I'll go get it later to hold your fire..."
Wumulian: "Hmm? Will the Ice Empress agree?"
"Well... she should, right... I saw her cut it and throw it aside..." Xiao'an stammered.
"Then isn't this stealing!" The pink - haired girl's eyes widened.
As expected of a fierce person, only you would be brave enough to do such a thing.
"Shh, keep your voice down." Jolian covered her mouth: "How can it be stealing when I pick up the things she threw away? I'm making use of waste!"
"Oh, so you're saying the Ice Empress's ice is waste!"
Xiao'an: "I didn't say that! Don't talk nonsense!"
"Then I'm really curious. Since you can ask me for fire, why don't you just ask the Ice Empress for ice?" Wumulian looked at her in confusion.
"Uh... I'm afraid she'll beat me up..." Jolian explained with a bit of a guilty conscience:
"Think about it. If I ask her for ice to do experiments, doesn't that mean I'm indirectly using her as a tool? With her temper, if she finds out about this, won't she get angry? And you know what she'll do when she's angry, right? That's a forty - meter - long ice sword!"
After hearing this, Wumulian nodded: "What you said makes a lot of sense, but I always feel like something's not right, yet I can't put my finger on it."
"Ah, don't think so much. Yimansa has left now. I'll go get the ice. You wait for me here!" After saying that, Jolian crouched down and quickly ran towards the finished ice - skating rink.
Not long after, she ran back with a piece of ice wrapped in her coat.
"Cold! Cold! Cold!"
Jolian quickly threw the ice cube on the ground and kept rubbing her belly with her hands. In just a few seconds, she felt as if she had fallen into a snow - capped mountain.
"Are you crazy! You're an alchemist. How dare you directly touch the product of Saint's Heritage Magic!"
Obviously, the pink - haired girl was shocked by her series of actions and quickly condensed a tiny flame to help her get warm.
"Quickly lift up your clothes and check if you're frostbitten. Otherwise, you won't even know how you died!"
"Oh, okay." Jolian silently remembered in her heart that she couldn't directly touch Saint's Heritage Magic, then pressed the button of her battle suit.
The white soft armor wrapped around her belly immediately retracted.
"Ah... this..." At this moment, Wumulian didn't know what to say. She looked at the light blue fingerprint - like marks on both sides of the other person's waist, which were caused by the cold air...
"I didn't expect you to have such a special relationship with the Ice Empress!"
"What are you talking about? How did these marks get on my waist? I didn't notice them when I was putting on my clothes."
Xiao'an rubbed those fingerprint - like marks with her hands, but couldn't rub them off.
"Come on, no need to explain. I understand. It was just left accidentally. I'm not a minor. I know about those things."
The pink - haired girl waved her hand with a mischievous smile: "You don't have to worry about being frostbitten by the Ice Empress's magic either. With this mark, unless she really wants to kill you, you'll be fine."
"Oh! I see."
Jolian restarted the soft armor of her battle suit to wrap herself. Seeing that she was okay, she continued to research and make her weapon.
Well... the weapon "wife" is the most important.
"Quick, quick. Now that we have the ice, after I cut it to the right size, you inject your magic into it!" Saying this, Xiao'an slid her thumb across the ring on her hand.
In an instant, her entire right arm turned black - red.
Since this alchemical weapon was able to harm Yimansa, it should be able to cut through her ice, right?
Thinking this, she drew a cutting magic array and slapped it on with her right hand.
Suddenly, white light flashed everywhere, and the original piece of ice was divided into several sections.
Then she added protective magic arrays to her hands and picked up the best - looking piece from the broken ice.
"Let's use this one!"
She raised her hand and dug a small hole in the ice, stuffed an energy core inside, and then drew several connecting magic arrays before asking the pink - haired girl to light it.
Wumulian looked at the size of the ice and created a flame of similar size to inject into it.
Then Jolian sealed it up and engraved a whole bunch of complicated magic arrays again. Finally, this pressure - sensitive magnetic - storm mine in the magic world was born!