Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 28 Pen
"Hi! Brian, it's so late, I haven't slept yet."

The half-faun Mario pushed the door open, and then buckled the door knocker, hung his harp on a nail, took off the lavender silk jacket, dusted it off, and threw it casually into a corner of the small room.

Brian was concentrating on copying the scroll, ignoring the other party.

This small village is actually not as big as imagined, and the permanent population is only about 100 people. Similarly, there are not many rooms that can be vacated.

In the end, when assigning rooms, Brian could only choose to squeeze into a room with Mario.

"Why don't you talk?" Mario looked through his luggage and said to himself, "You don't think I won't be back tonight, do you?"

"Stop talking endlessly, shut up now." Brian copied the last magic rune, and with a thought, he drove the arcane fire to slowly inject magic energy into the sheepskin scroll.

Looking at the faint flash of magic light on the scroll, Brian turned his back to the poet and said:

"Didn't you notice? For the first time in almost a week we slept on mattresses, with a roof over our heads, without howling winds, or being woken suddenly by howling wild animals. You should Feeling ecstatic and falling asleep instead of bleating sheep here."

"This is my credit!"

Mario emphasized, and then took out a quill and a few blank sheets of paper from his luggage bag, and proudly said to Brian:
"Are you surprised? It's okay to be surprised. After all, I am an astral race. Brian, if you tell me something nice, I can generously tell you what my innate ability is."

"The first-level spell "City Positioning Technique". Brian said disdainfully, then gently rolled up the copied magic scroll and tied it up with a black tie.

This tie is not an ordinary rope, just like the parchment, it has also been soaked by him with a special potion.

The reason why this kind of rope is used to bind the scroll into a loop is mainly because this loop is the switch that activates the spell scroll.

During combat, as long as he pulls the belt away, the stored spells will be instantly activated.

"You guessed it." Mario immediately lowered his proud head, showing a depressed expression.

Then he walked towards Brian with a quill in one hand and paper in the other.

"Are you done?" Mario asked when he saw Brian putting a bundled parchment scroll into the inner pocket of his coat.

"It's over." Brian capped the pen used to copy the scroll on the table and put it away.

"What kind of pen is this? It's so strange. It's like an alchemist's small carving knife. Maybe it can be used to kill people." Mario looked at his quill, then at the pure metal pen in Brian's hand. Pen, surprised.

Just when the other party was about to close the pen cap, Mario clearly felt a sharp cold light from the pen tip, which made him secretly startled.

"You're only half right." Brian held the pen in his fingertips and twirled it, the body of the pen made of mithril shone with silver light.

He said to Mario: "In some cases, it can be called an alchemist's carving knife, even as a tool for killing people. Of course, its main function is as you can see, that is Used for writing. I call it: fountain pen."

In fact, this is indeed what he made after the appearance of the real-world pen.

At the same time, the function of this pen is just as Brian said. In addition to being used for writing, it can also be used as an alchemist's carving knife or to kill people.

Because when Brian made this fountain pen, the outer body was made of Mithril, and the nib was made of the hardest metal fine gold.

This was done with the assistance of the best dwarf blacksmiths and dwarf engineers in the dwarven clan of Thrane Kingdom.

For this, he also spent 2000 gold coins.

There is no way, after all, this kind of pen is completely fine work, and without the support of various equipment, it can only be made by hand, and the difficulty can be imagined.

Especially the production of the nib must not only ensure the roundness when writing, but also have the sharpness of fine gold.

So he can only make it into a sharp-pointed pen.

As a wizard, he needs this kind of pen that can not only copy scrolls, but also act as an enchanting tool.

pen
Type: Tool

Quality: excellent

Effect: Transcript Scroll +3, Enchanting +2, Sharpness +3
(Note: This was jointly forged by the famous mountain dwarf blacksmith Broto Firecasting and the dwarf engineer Gerber Morin. Although these two masters did not know the specific function of this object, they were shamelessly left his own emblem.)
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"Cut! A cliche name." Mario obviously didn't understand the function of the tools in Brian's hands, so he could only retort bluntly.

Brian also didn't think about introducing to the other party in detail. Seeing Mario approaching, he took the initiative to get up to make room for the other party.

Seeing the poet in front of him smoothing the paper on the table and preparing to write in a serious manner, Brian leaned over curiously.

"Brian of Tegrila." Mario, who was about to pick up his pen, obviously noticed Brian's figure, so he pointed at him with the quill in his hand, and said in an emphatic tone:

"Walking with you all the way, you asked me to buy sheepskin scrolls for you in the town, and I endured it. You asked me to help you roast a lamb to eat, and I endured it again. You even asked me to help you feed the horse, like I can bear it even if I serve you like a servant."

"Speak human." Seeing the obviously agitated half-goat man, Brian was taken aback for a moment, so he deliberately put on a straight face, and said in a cold voice: "I don't know, I thought you were epileptic and crazy, Shall I call you a doctor?"

"I'm not sick, I'm fine. As a poet, in order to go to Thorn Castle with you, I was forced to endure many unbearable things. But this is the only thing, absolutely not!" Ma Leo emphasized to Bryan again:
"Remember! When I am writing, I will never allow others to stand behind and peek. If such things can be tolerated, then what else will not be tolerated in the future, as a star realm..."

"Shut up!" Looking at the other party's expression of a primary school student secretly writing a diary, and being suddenly seen by others, Brian couldn't listen anymore, so he immediately interrupted the other party's long speech and said:
"Isn't it just out of curiosity to see what you are doing, I thought you were drawing or doing calculations, why are you so excited?"

"I'm not an accountant!" An unhappy Mario jumped up from his chair and said excitedly: "I'm not a painter either! Even if it is true, you have no right to peek into my records."

Nima!

Brian cursed secretly in his mind, and then walked to a bed made of animal skin mats and a large bale of hay, intending to rest.

(End of this chapter)