The imitation Uru Metal Nicolas Flamel had made was the only substance capable of deforming the Gunblade.
Even though it had been perfectly repaired, Vincent still hugged it tightly to his chest, his face full of pained reluctance.
Only after calming down a little did he walk over to the massive unrepaired hole.
"Teacher, are you recording the data?"
Nicolas Flamel, holding a small rectangular block, nodded lightly.
"The impact alone reached this level. It's hard to imagine how extraordinary an alchemical item made from it would be."
The first thing Vincent thought of was a mushroom cloud bomb.
If this place had not been entirely encased in Mithril, it would probably have collapsed from the violent tremors.
He did not dare ask how much that crude bullet had cost. He simply sat on the Mithril floor, holding the Gunblade.
Both Orichalcum Silver Iron and Adamantium required repeated forging by goblins.
"Teacher, are you on good terms with the goblins?"
"Not especially, but they are all quite enthusiastic on the surface."
Nicolas Flamel put away the rectangular block in his hand and waved his wand at the gaping hole.
The imitation Uru Metal bullet was drawn before him. "I still have plenty in stock. It can be used to study Magical Circuits."
Vincent's imagination immediately ran wild again.
If a Magical Circuit similar to Finite Incantatem were carved onto the surface of a bullet, could it gain the ability to cancel spells?
And if it also had a Severing Charm or a Fire-Making Spell, it would be a proper enchanted bullet.
Nicolas Flamel's answer was yes, though the effects would be greatly weakened.
"Start tomorrow, child." He watched the Mithril wall slowly repair itself.
"Okay, Teacher."
After dinner, Vincent returned to the thirteenth floor.
Big White remained completely motionless.
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