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Fortunately, there is a union of Queen Hanlu on the Flash Sea. Her squad Nagas guards this route all the year round, so that Trentheim’s ocean trade will not be interrupted by the chaos in the north.

“To speed up the evolution of Valhalla, in addition to increasing the MP source, it can also improve the MP transmission efficiency, which is also an increase in the MP input in disguise,” Monica thought for a moment and said: “You are not studying the MP transmission device. So, let me open a new hall in Valhalla, just below the pool of the moon. We build an MP transfer hall there, let the MPs of the Moon Pool pass through your devices before entering the World Tree context. Conversion.”

Converting MP does improve the efficiency of MP utilization, which is the principle of Hazell’s Magicite equipment. The MP that the wizard can purify is purified by means of construction, so that mortals can also use Magic.

In fact, the more powerful the wizard is, the more efficient it is to purify the MP. The external performance is that he can master the more powerful Magic, and the more advanced Magicite is the same. The new generation of Magicite developed by Amandina is still better than The most cutting-edge craftsmanship that Hazell people represent in this era, but under Brando’s suggestion (cheating app), has far surpassed the Aouine first-generation Magicite transmission that she created in history.

But Miss Adviser is somewhat uncertain. Although her innate talent in Magicite design may be far more than her internal ability, the bigger the expectation, the more often it suffers: “The one I designed has not yet been carried out. Actual experiment…”

“It doesn’t matter,” Monica replied sternly: “The actual use is the best experiment, and our Light Spirit has always done this.”

“I asked, will your Light Spirit have an accident?”

“Well,” Monica thought for a moment: “Sometimes I will die so many people.”

Miss Adviser has a deep suspicion on her face. She doubts the counting power of these Light Spirits. How many times do they call it occasionally? How many people are dead?

……

Nemesis carefully turned a fourteen-leaf sage together with the pottery pot that planted it, embracing his hands and squinting his eyes to appreciate the sunlight shining through the glass windows on its spikes.

The bright sunshine made the ink bottle on the desk shine, and cast a shadow under the feathered pen. On the line-bound map, the pointer on the copper-plated pocket watch just passed three o’clock. Scale.

Every piece on the desk is neatly tidy – the opposite of Miss Adviser, which is meticulous in everything – as if it were a well-designed, orderly arrangement that reflects Mistress’s unusual interest.

A paw carefully pushed the door open. Outside the door, a chubby head came in, and the two eyes on his head groaned, staring at Mistress in the room with fear.

“Come in,” said the Female Knight, who sensed someone pushing the door open. Looking back, I replied with a smile: “You can rest assured that I am not looking for you to talk about the MP crystal theft a few days ago.”

“That’s not what I did!” Shita hurriedly swayed her paws and said, “I haven’t been to the Star Warehouse!”

“Oh, there is still a star warehouse. It seems that I have to let people check it out.”

In the chubby longan, there is a panic-stricken expression, and I almost scared away: “Impossible, other places are definitely not for me! I swear, I have only been to the star warehouse, and hateful thieves are planting me!”

“You just denied this.”

“Miss Nemesis, that is…”

Then it saw the dangerous smile on the face of Female Knight.

“Call me an adult.” Nemesis didn’t snorted.

“Knight Captain.”

Shita reveals a dejected expression, but it dares not to violate the terrifying devil’s head, only to smash the round body into the house – Nemesis frowns looking at the door frame that is making creaking and slamming, once suspected it would Declare retirement in this regard.

“How do you not change the adult shape, Shita?”

“Since Dragon God’s betrayal. It’s like this,” Shita replied dejectedly. “The power of Dragon Race is declining day by day, God, this bad era.”

“But why is Lady Mystryl not like this?” Nemesis remembered Mystryl, who sent it back from Long Island, and it was Ms. Yinlong who sent information about the disaster in the north to Valhalla.

“She is an adult dragon, Nemesis adults, I am just a poor little guy.”

“In terms of horizontal area, your little one is not too small.” Nemesis was not teased.

Shita’s face is shy, but it’s intended to be baring fangs and brandishing claws, but it doesn’t have the guts. This month. Since Miss Adviser handed it over to the terrifying Female Knight, it has found that one’s own good day is over.