"Lucas."
The voice arrived before the person did.
The young man inspecting the Magic Puppet heard his name but did not stop what he was doing. Only after examining the final Secret Script did he turn around.
"Lord, Sir Kyle."
Seeing Lucas bow, Velin waved a hand, signaling that there was no need for such formalities.
This genius brought back from another world had spent decades studying and training without pause.
In less than twenty-five years, he had already become a Mid-tier Gold Arcanist.
If those old High-rank Silver Arcanists who had spent their entire lives unable to break through to the Gold Tier saw this, they would probably kill themselves on the spot.
Fiona, who was nearby, stepped forward and placed her right hand over her chest as she respectfully bowed to Velin and Kyle.
Turning his head to look at the female general from another world, Velin gave her a friendly nod.
Thanks to the importance he placed on Lucas, she had also received considerable care.
The strength she had lost in the past had now been restored, and she had even gone a step further, making up for the gap in rank.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Velin got straight to the point. "Kyle told me you made something rather unusual."
"Yes, Lord." Lucas turned sideways and pointed at the Magic Puppet behind him. "This Magic Puppet is the gift I have prepared for you."
Hearing this, Velin looked up. His gaze passed through the Magic Puppet before him, allowing him to see its internal structure clearly.
It stood two meters and thirty centimeters tall. Magical refined steel formed its main frame, Blackwood served as its branches, Secret Scripts created its energy circuits, and it contained a black core emitting a soul-like aura along with two energy-storage