This is an alchemy workshop filled with various magical materials.
Almost all the common magic tool tables on the continent can be seen here, and the bookshelves are filled with books recording alchemy and magic pattern engraving.
Wizards and alchemists in robes were busy shuttling between workbenches, either making various magic props or engraving magic weapons.
In the corner of the alchemy workshop, the finished magic equipment was piled up almost into a small mountain.
Looking around, almost everything you see is armor and weapons.
Not far from the magic equipment, on a chair covered with real velvet, a fat black cat was lazily leaning on a soft pillow.
It raised its head proudly, chewing the carefully prepared dried fish leisurely, and lazily watching the busy wizard and alchemist.
Looks so happy.
Well, if it didn't have that inscribed metal collar around its neck, and the enchanted chain attached to it that fastened it to the workbench, then maybe... it would be true.
From time to time, an alchemist or wizard would come to the locked black cat with an unfinished enchantment item and ask for advice with a frown on his brow.
Their postures were more respectful than each other, and their tones were more sincere than each other:
"Mr. Nice, may I ask how to perfectly balance the reaction between water and fire elements when engraving this kind of inscription?"
"Mr. Nice, which one is more suitable as the core component of the magic superconductor, mithril or adamantium?"
"Lord Nice, I have enchanted this armor three times, but it fails every time. I can't find the reason. Can you help me?"
On the velvet cushion, the black cat lazily changed its posture.
The black cat glanced at the various materials brought by the mages and alchemists with his amber eyes, and said lazily:
"The reaction of water and fire elements should be balanced? Tsk, you need to add the fluid of the demon-blocking flower to this inscription. How can you expect balance without any harmony? Hey, it's good enough if it doesn't explode!"
"Mithril? Fine gold? Have you read too many third-rate alchemy and magic books?"
"Stupid! You just study hard! Although both Mithril and Adamantium can be used as the main materials of magical superconducting components, that is only under the premise that the props already have stable magical superconductivity. But look at what you enchanted? It's a steel sword whose material is not very pure! In this case, you must use Star Rock, which has a milder magical effect!"
"Good fellow... You were able to enchant this three times? Throw it away! It's hopeless! You're even more stupid than that guy just now!"
"I've told you many times, not everything can be enchanted. I don't know how many times this armor of yours has been repaired. It has long lost its enchantment potential! Enchanting it is as difficult as withering flowers on your butt!"
"Go back and tell the people of the Gris family that if they don't have enough money, don't even think about changing all their equipment to enchanted ones! If you have that much spare money to buy materials, you might as well go to East Yunite and hire a few more mercenaries!"
The black cat's attitude could not be described as good at all, and it could even be said to be full of sarcasm, criticizing the magicians and alchemists who came to ask for advice.
However, the mages and alchemists who came to ask for advice didn't care at all.
Rather, they listened attentively to the black cat's suggestions and even took out paper and pen to record its comments.
From time to time, you can see a wizard or alchemist showing an expression of sudden enlightenment after a burst of sharp comments, complaints and insults from the black cat.
They bowed to the black cat excitedly, then returned to their workbenches in ecstasy to continue trying.
The black cat was chewing some dried fish while glancing at the busy crowd, muttering to himself, "A bunch of third-rate idiots" and so on...
It was not until a shrill bell rang that the busy mages and alchemists stopped their work.
Except for those craftsmen who had reached the critical part of their work, most people subconsciously took out their tableware and left the workshop in a swarm.
Seeing this scene, Black Cat curled his lips and looked even more disdainful:
"I'm not good at anything, but I'm good at eating..."
The black cat did not stop looking at him with disdain until most of the mages and alchemists had left the workshop, leaving only the spellcasters who were completely absorbed in their work and almost oblivious to everything around them.
Its lazy look disappeared almost instantly, and its chubby body stood up immediately. Its two fat paws grabbed the metal collar and chain around the cat's neck, trying desperately to take them off.
However, no one knew what material the chain was made of, and no matter how hard it tried, it could not loosen it at all.
The black cat didn't believe it. It looked around and its eyes soon fell on an enchanted dagger on the workbench that must have been forgotten by its maker.
Then, it came closer with a giggle, stretched out its claws with difficulty to reach it, then bit the handle of the dagger and started cutting the chains that bound itself back and forth.
"If I were you, I wouldn't do this useless work."
A cold voice suddenly sounded, which immediately scared the black cat Nice.
Its hair exploded almost instantly, and the dagger in its mouth fell to the ground with a clatter. Its wide-open cat eyes looked vigilantly towards the door of the workshop.
At the entrance of the workshop, a black-haired girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen was standing there with her arms folded across her chest.
She was wearing a black skirt and armor, her scarlet pubic region was calm and her delicate face was expressionless.
Seeing the girl, the mages and alchemists who were working in the workshop stopped their work and stood up quickly:
"O…Lord Eudocia!"
They bowed respectfully, with a hint of fear in their stammering voices.
The girl glanced at them indifferently, without saying anything, but took a step forward and walked towards Nice.
Looking at the girl, Nice subconsciously shrank back, his voice full of vigilance:
"It's... it's you? Why are you here?"
"I came to see our captives. I heard that some of them are doing very well in the workshop and have impressed many of our senior magic craftsmen..."
The girl said meaningfully.
As she spoke, her eyes fell on the chain with marks on Nice's neck and the dagger that fell next to the cat's paw, and she said meaningfully:
"Some people seem to have not given up their plan to escape from prison. It seems that they need to be re-educated."
After hearing what the girl said, Nice's expression changed, and he quickly slapped the dagger next to him away with his claws:
"Prison break? No no... misunderstanding! This is all a misunderstanding! It didn't happen! I just helped to look at their work! Um... isn't this what you want me to do?"
The girl looked at it deeply and didn't respond.
She came to Nice, bent down and picked up the dagger that Nice had just slapped away, looked at it for a moment, and said:
"Combined enchantment of opposing elements. It is said that... this is a lost enchantment method. Did you teach them?"
Nice coughed lightly, and when he saw that the girl didn't seem to pursue his attempt to cut the chain and escape, he gradually felt relieved.
It regained its proud look and nodded slightly:
"Of course, Master Cat knows a lot of things. If I just let a little bit slip, it will be enough for these guys to figure out!"
However, at this moment, the girl changed the subject and looked at Nice with a gloomy look:
"But as far as I know, this enchantment technique has been lost in Miria for nearly three hundred years. It was lost long ago with the disappearance of its inventor, the legendary wizard Nicholas..."
"I have been observing you for many days. You seem to have mastered many ancient enchantment techniques. Some of your alchemy skills are also very similar to those of the Nicholas School in West Yunet."
"You... are an esoteric mage from the Nicholas School?"
After hearing what the girl said, Nestor looked confused:
"Hmm? What are you talking about? What school of thought? What school of thought?"
"Well... I learned all my knowledge from books. I'm just a talking kitten. I don't know what school of thought or what Ra's you're talking about!"