Using the powder ground from Shadow Ore as the main material, and fusing it with other materials, you can create the main material that can depict an intermediate warning magic circle.
Ilya, as Saintess of the Elf Race, although still young, is deeply immersed in the field of magic circles.
Ron only requested a simple warning magic circle. For Ilya, it couldn't be simpler.
Using magic hands to draw the outline of the magic circle on the ground, Ilya looked serious and was immersed in it.
She can always remain the most engaged in anything involving the magic circle.
"Is this kind of magic material mined in small quantities?" Ron asked as he was doing nothing.
"More and less are just relative concepts." Ilya always knows everything about the magic circle. "For example, the main ingredient Shadow Ore is actually an associated stone deep in the veins of some ordinary ore."
"In the Bondless Mountains, veins of ordinary ores are quite common, but the number of its associated stones Shadow Ore is not large."
"Of course, if dozens of related veins are mined, the output of Shadow Ore will still be very abundant."
"However, this kind of richness is only for magicians."
"If you want to extend the magic circle to thousands of ordinary people, then its quantity is far from enough."
The obsession is very deep... Ron couldn't help but sigh when he heard the last words of Ilya.
Ilya's biggest wish is to extend the magic circle to ordinary people.
However, the popularization of knowledge about magic circles, the lack of materials, and deeper class issues are all obstacles that hinder this.
Ron Although he admires the other party's ideals, he doesn't care much about such thankless things.
When it comes to improving the lives of ordinary people, maybe it is more reliable to rely on the plants provided by the system?
Ron didn't think much about this matter.
He is not a particularly ambitious person. He is satisfied if he is happy and makes the people around him happy.
Ron took Ilya to draw a warning magic circle around the land, and returned to Prayer House to meet the new nuns.
After confirming that the nuns who came this time were all aunts and aunts, Ron, feeling helpless, got into the carriage with Ilya and Sylvie and came to the factory in the suburbs.
Give twenty Heart-Connecting Vine plants to several group foremen and teach them how to use them on the spot.
Ron pinches a vine of Heart-Connecting Vine and controls it to stretch out dozens of vines that are more than ten meters long.
These vines stretch into piles of Elemental Cards, using suction cups to accurately suck the cards that Ron needs.
Finally, in just ten seconds, a pair of Elemental Cards was sorted out.
If this work is left to employees, it will require at least ten people to complete it with the skilled cooperation.
The employees in the factory stared at the scene in front of them with wide eyes, and their hearts were filled with disbelief.
Although this world is full of fighting spirit and magic, for people like them at the bottom, these things are too far away.
It may be the first time in many people's lives that they can see such a magical thing up close.
Ilya stood aside, not paying attention at first, but just looking around, thinking about the process of setting up the magic circle later.
But after Ron took out Heart-Connecting Vine, her eyes couldn't help but be attracted to it.
But that's all.
Ron told the employees to start trying, and then took Ilya around the factory to set up a warning magic circle.
In this way, the safety of the factory and suburban land is guaranteed.
"Invite you to dinner tonight? By the way, call Edith too."
The three of them returned to the carriage, and Ron suggested out of good intentions.
Ilya is sitting opposite Ron, with her two long legs together and slightly tilted to the left, outlining a slender arc under her long skirt.
She shook her head, looked at Ron carefully, and then said, "Your Highness Ron, there is something I must make clear to you. Saintess of the Elf Race will not marry foreigners."
"..." Ron was stunned for a moment, feeling that these words were quite familiar.
"Edith appreciates this friend of yours. If she has done anything that misunderstood you, I would like to apologize to you on her behalf." Ilya bowed slightly.
Ron couldn't laugh or cry, "I don't have that intention towards Edith..."
"That's why I misunderstood you." Ilya said this, but his eyes didn't mean it at all. He just thought it was to give Ron a step down, "There is no need for dinner, I have to go back to the research laboratory to work."
"Then I'll take you back to the college." Ron held his forehead, feeling a little helpless.
A few minutes later, Ilya got off the carriage, and Ron and Sylvie went to Flower Shop.
On the way, Sylvie suddenly said, "Your Highness Ron, there is something that you must pay attention to."
"Hmm? What's the matter?"
"I've already sent someone to investigate the new employee Yuna."
"Although the foundation is clean and there are no big problems in the past traces, there are still some fishy things in some small details that require in-depth investigation."
"So please be careful during this period."
Ron raised his eyebrows, I didn't expect the nunnery to have such ability?
He had always regarded the nunnery as an institution for prostitution of magician labor, but he had not paid attention to its other functions.
Ron did not reveal the true identity of Yuna in person, but just nodded to express understanding.
Even without Sylvie's prompt, Ron is still sufficiently wary of Yuna.
Just because there is a system to take care of everything, Ron is quite relaxed and the nerves are not particularly tense.
Back to Flower Shop, Ron first went to the bar next door to take a look.
There were two or three scattered customers, most likely attracted by the cute Yuna, who were all sitting in front of the bar.
Ron watched for a while and saw that the guests drank several glasses of something that was not sure whether it was wine or juice. They stuck out their tongues and frowned, but they still had to smile in front of Yuna.
Yuna put on a pitiful posture like that of a little woman, blending the wine that she only dared to take a sip of, which made Ron's eyes twitch.
After all the guests left, Ron sat in front of the bar, knocked on the table and reminded, "Don't sell things casually."
"Don't worry, I drank it first after I mixed it up." Yuna rolled his eyes, "And those ones are perverts just like you, huh, none of them are good."
"Hey, hey, don't slander people casually." Ron said helplessly, and then asked casually, "Is anyone going to visit the second floor this afternoon?"
"No." Yuna said angrily, "What's the point of running a shabby shop like yours?"
"In other pubs and bars, there are waitresses who accompany you to drink, play, and maybe even sleep with you."
"What do you have here? Do you still expect your aunt to betray me?"
Ron did not explain, after all, he was not sure whether this store could make money.
And he never regarded making money as the primary purpose of this store.
"I just run this shop for fun, it doesn't matter whether there are customers or not."
"Besides, wouldn't it be easier for you without customers? You're getting a dead salary anyway, why do you ask so much?"
After Ron finished speaking, he got up and walked towards Flower Shop.
"Let's go back and have dinner."
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