The places Professor Qian indicated for signatures corresponded respectively to "Identity Verification," "Application for Delegated Services," "Responsibilities and Obligations," and the "Silent Contract."
As Zheng Qing signed, he inexplicably recalled the × Su Shijun had tricked him into clicking on a computer during his freshman year. The contrast with the scene before him was so striking that the corners of his lips could not help but curl upward.
But before that faint smile could fully bloom, it was interrupted by a dull thud.
Professor Qian hauled a heavy metal plate out from beneath the desk and set it down before Zheng Qing with a bang. Then he tapped the tabletop. Several small deerskin straps fastened around the plate slid aside like swimming snakes, revealing the intricate patterns on its surface.
"Do you know what this is?" the professor asked, pointing at the metal plate.
Zheng Qing examined the metal plate before him, its surface covered in dense, fine patterns. Several terms flashed through his mind, and he finally answered uncertainly, "Mithril?"
"That wasn't the question."
The professor shook his head, took a magic scroll directly from a drawer, untied its silk cord, and unfurled it, revealing an extraordinarily profound talisman—or rather, it was no longer a single talisman, but a highly complex Rune system formed from countless basic Runes interlocked together.
After only one glance, Zheng Qing let out a heartfelt sigh of awe.
As the saying went, amateurs watched the spectacle, while experts saw the craft.
This "system" made Zheng Qing feel as though he could see a talisman-making master, deeply versed in the art, wielding a brush over the scroll. He could see countless currents of Spiritual Energy belonging to different talismans, under the command of a single Talisman Brush, cursing and grumbling about the cramped space while