Ian ignored the elf's hostility. His attention was completely focused on the longbow in his hand.
The bow resisted him.
"Interesting."
Ian mobilized the magic power of Fifth Tier and poured into the bow like a tide, forcibly suppressing the weak consciousness of the weapon spirit.
Buzz!
The bowstring trembled, and an arrow made of pure magic appeared out of thin air. Under the control of Ian, the arrow kept changing colors and attributes: blue frost, red explosion, yellow gravity, purple Law of Thunder...
Dwarves next to him was dumbfounded.
"This magical purity..."
As a senior mercenary and blacksmith, he had only seen such terrifying energy fluctuations once in his life during a mission to hunt Fifth Tier baby dragons. Many people died during that mission.
"Is this human being a giant dragon wearing human skin?" Dwarves felt a little frightened in his heart.
Ian ignored the shock of others. While playing with the longbow, he made a precise analysis:
"This bow only has two basic enchantments: [Mana Arrow Generation] and [Elemental Transmutation]. The structure is very simple, even crude."
"But..."
Ian changed the topic and stroked the wood grain of the bow with his fingers, "The material of this bow is very special. This kind of wood is born with 'spirituality' and can breed primary consciousness. This means that it is a growth weapon. The stronger the user's magic power and the longer it is used, the more powerful it will be."
"Is this what is called [Living Enchantment]? Using the vitality of the material itself to replace complex soul binding rituals."
In just a few words, the secrets of Elves were revealed.
The elf named Galchon turned pale, as if he had seen a ghost.
But it's not over yet.
"Since it is a growth weapon, let's help it."
Ian stretched out his fingers and drew empty marks on the bow.
Countless Arcane Runes as fine as dust flowed out from his fingertips, penetrated into the bow body, and began to forcibly modify the original magic circuit.
"Wait! What are you doing?!" The elf wanted to stop him, but was suppressed by Ian's aura and couldn't move.
Ten minutes later.
"Okay."
Ian threw the long bow back to the elf, "I don't understand your natural magic, so I didn't add anything new. I just... optimized its underlying logic."
The elf panicked and caught the long bow, subconsciously injecting a bit of magic into it.
Boom!
A joyful mood came from the bow, as if the bow had been reborn.
What shocked him even more was the change in data:
Mana consumption reduced by 40%.
Elemental Transmutation efficiency increased by 60%.
Law of Thunder attribute damage increased by 85%.
"This... how is this possible?!"
The elf was completely dumbfounded.
In just ten minutes, without using any tools, you modified the secret enchantment of Elves with your bare hands? And the effect was nearly twice as strong as before?
This is simply a dimensionality reduction attack on the enchanting skills that Elves is proud of.
What frightens him even more is that if you want to modify the enchantment, you must first adjust your own magic frequency to be exactly the same as that of the elves. The magic frequencies of humans and elves are very different.
"Did he analyze and simulate my magic frequency in an instant?"
The elf guessed correctly.
For Ian, who has Morgana's auxiliary calculations and whose magic power itself is extremely malleable, simulating the magic frequency of a different race is just a simple mathematical problem.
"Self, let me introduce, I am Ian."
Ian looked at the two of them with a smile, "One...Arcanist."
"Huji Iron Flame." Dwarves finally came to his senses, his tone full of awe, "Nice to meet you, Master. I... I'm just an ordinary blacksmith."
Ian glanced at him.
Can an ordinary blacksmith see through the internal structure of his space ring at a glance? There is definitely a story hidden in this Dwarves.
"Garchon Quenya." The elf also put away his arrogance and saluted respectfully, "It's an honor to meet you, master. I was rude just now."
Ian smiled and did not reveal that this was obviously a pseudonym. In this black market where everyone is mixed, who doesn't have a vest?
"As a gift for meeting."
Ian took out two business cards from his arms and handed them to two people respectively.
This business card is made of special memory metal, with a Arcane Empire badge and a precise Divine Power communication band printed on it.
"For you."
He said to the elf, "If you want to upgrade your equipment or buy more powerful weapons, you can contact me. Of course, the price is expensive."
The elf took it with both hands, as if he had found a treasure.
"As for you..."
Ian looked at the hesitant Dwarves, "If you want to exchange forging technology, or want to find a place to settle down and use your talents, you can also contact me."
Dwarves stretched out his hand and retracted it several times, and finally took the business card tremblingly.
"Okay, I wish you both good luck."
Ian waved his hand, turned around and left with Pheobe, and walked into the VIP box that had been reserved from the beginning.
As soon as the door closed, Pheobe couldn't help but ask Mind Link:
"You have a lot of questions to ask, right?" Ian's voice sounded in her mind.
"Yes."
Pheobe nodded, "I understand why you want to invest in that elf. I can feel that a very ancient and noble bloodline is awakening in his body, and he has a bright future. But is this really the only reason?"
"Of course not."
Ian sat on the sofa and took a sip of "Stardust Tears", "I am more interested in the material of that bow. The kind of wood that can naturally breed consciousness, if it can be analyzed... maybe it can solve the problem of the soul carrier of our Citadel master brain."
"What about that Dwarves?" Pheobe asked, "He looks very down and out, and he seems to be avoiding something."
"That Dwarves..."
A glimmer of light flashed in Ian's eyes, "If I read correctly, he should be a descendant of Dwarves's legendary [Rune Smith] lineage."
"The kind of eyesight that can see through the structure of my ring at a glance is definitely not something that an ordinary blacksmith can have."
"This kind of talent is exactly what our [Uranus Project] (Floating City) and [Dyson Sphere Project] lack most of the top engineers."
"So..." Pheobe suddenly realized, "This is your 'missing' again?"
"No."
Ian shook the wine glass and looked at Stardust spinning inside, "This is called angel investment."
"And the rate of return is usually... the entire race."