Masterpiece

The old butler's words successfully added elements of love and death to this family melodrama.

However, the old man himself was a bundle of contradictions.

On one hand, he couldn't bear to see what happened to the young lady; on the other hand, he understood the consequences of defying the patriarch's orders better than anyone.

"So, you've thought of a compromise."

Ethan leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. "You know the Magus of Fireplace Bay wouldn't accept such a wild commission. This way, bringing her here also comforts you by showing you've done your best."

This was only human nature, and he didn't intend to blame the butler. However, this deal was clearly doomed. Although he desperately needed the town's invitation letter, Old Sen's magic scrolls were still in their early stages, a crucial time to build a reputation. If he took on this commission, the butler's fate would likely be grim.

"I understand," he nodded. "Then, I should be off to find my next client."

"Wait!"

The old butler's cold voice stopped Ethan. He stared intently at Ethan's face, hidden behind the masquerade mask, as if trying to see right through him. "You seemed quite confident just now. Can you do it? Just with a few magic scrolls? I don't know who taught you Elemental Shaping, but you're facing a Grand Magus of the Astrology Society!"

Ethan saw through his thoughts.

He had watched the young lady grow up and cared for her like his own granddaughter, so he naturally couldn't resist her pleas. However, he also knew that no one could help her now. The Imperial Capital had no such person, and neither did Fireplace Bay.

Until Ethan had just boasted in front of them.

Willing to wait for payment after the job was done?

This was a promise only someone extremely confident would make. He just didn't know where that confidence came from.

He put on a stern face, deliberately making his tone sound more menacing. "You should know the consequences of deceiving a Noble. If you disappoint the young lady, I'll find you even if it costs me my old life."

"You should know what this means if it's successful, right?"

Ethan was somewhat surprised. He felt it necessary to remind the butler of the consequences.

"I have my ways. If you're worried about the payment afterward, even if I can't come myself, I'll send someone to deliver it to you... Tell me, how much do you want?"

"I want an invitation to enter the town."

The old butler's eyes held a deep meaning. This answer was enough to explain many things.

This Elemental Shaper, who had appeared out of nowhere, was clearly not a Noble, nor a graduate of the "Academy." Otherwise, if he had performed exceptionally well during his studies, many families would have extended him an olive branch.

He still couldn't figure out where Ethan had learned his skills. He hadn't hesitated even when hearing the name of the Grand Magus of the Astrology Society.

"Can you handle my business?"

Ethan's question pulled the old butler back to reality. After a moment's thought, he said, "It's not a difficult matter."

"In that case, let's begin the drawing."

"Now? Right here?"

The old butler was shocked again. In his imagination, even if the other party could produce magic scrolls that could contend with a Grand Magus, it would require a long time for drawing and production. He was about to emphasize that they only had one day, as this elite force would depart for the Empire's border by tomorrow evening.

"Not here. I need to go to the Energy-Storing Parchment shop to buy the basic materials first."

Ethan calculated with his fingers. "You should need 12 magic scrolls. 9 will be used for battling wits with the 'evil mage,' and the other 3 will serve as a farewell gift."

The old butler mentioned that this was a one-way expedition. Perhaps these three bonus Fireball Spell scrolls could bring a sliver of hope to the fate of the client's beloved.

"I'd like to see your workshop?"

"Of course."

Heisenberg was a powerful Elemental Shaper.

All the way, the old butler kept hypnotizing himself, having made his resolve to secure this commission.

But...

Heisenberg entered an ordinary Energy-Storing Parchment shop and, right in front of him, bought 12 of the cheapest Energy-Storing Parchments.

However, this shouldn't be a problem. The more powerful the extraordinary individual, the more they returned to the basics in their control of magic power.

He had once visited the most famous magic scroll factory in the Imperial Capital, which brought together the continent's finest drawers. True masters were understated.

The old butler once again found a reason for this suspicious behavior.

However, after Ethan bought the scrolls, he disembarked directly, found an open space on the beach, and sat down. He still couldn't quite hold back. "Are we... going to draw them here?"

True masters had their own drawing workshops, filled with all sorts of precision drawing tools.

Workshops had precision measuring instruments to observe the flow of magic power and guide it to form patterns on the Energy-Storing Parchment. True master-level drawing was an extremely precise craft, requiring unparalleled control over magic power. Any slight mistake would reduce the quality of the magic scroll.

Yet, Ethan simply sat down on the sand, facing the sea like a painter sketching outdoors.

A magic scroll drawer like this would definitely be kicked out of the factory by his master during his apprenticeship.

Perhaps...

Heisenberg had mastered some unknown drawing technique. After all, his magic was related to elements, and facing the sea might allow him to communicate more closely with nature.

The old butler racked his brain to find excuses for Ethan, but it wasn't easy.

Especially since making 12 scrolls took only about ten minutes in total.

There was no drawer in this world who would treat their work so carelessly!

The string of reason in the butler's mind roared. From the moment this person bought the low-grade Energy-Storing Parchment, nothing about him had indicated he was a professional.

But…

But!

This person claimed to be Heisenberg. At least the name sounded professional.

The butler really couldn't think of any reason to make excuses anymore and could only babble incoherently in his mind. Under his gaze, Ethan had already begun to personally guide the young lady on how to use these 12 scrolls.

"It's very simple. If the 'evil mage' chases after you, activate three Ice Arrow scrolls at the same time. Additionally, these three are for fire... elemental channeling scrolls. When you meet your beloved, give him these three scrolls and tell him to use all three together when he encounters danger in the future."

The little girl listened quite attentively, her eyes finally regaining their luster.

It was indeed very simple. Even the young lady, who had never been exposed to elemental magic, could easily understand.

It was just a bit too simple. The old butler had never heard of anyone explaining magic scrolls like this.

Firstly, every magic scroll corresponds to the name of a certain spell. The higher the rank of the magic, the more difficult it was to draw, and the price would consequently rise.

The buyer needed to know the name of the spell and then activate the magic scroll according to the situation.

This was the correct tutorial for using magic scrolls!

The old butler forced himself to wait until Ethan finished explaining before asking, "Did you forget to introduce the corresponding spells for these magic scrolls just now?"

To contend with the Grand Magus of the Astrology Society, one would need at least Tier 4 or higher high-level spells to have even a sliver of a chance.

"Technically speaking, these are Ice Arrow and Fireball Spell."

"...What?"

"These 9 are Ice Arrow, and these 3 are Fireball Spell."

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