Mi Feixue took out a piece of paper she had tucked into her diary, which was the original [Fox Fire] spell diagram that Mi August had drawn before, and pointed at the ink-tang boy who had half of his body sticking out of the ink on the inkstone.
Mi August understood, “Did they successfully absorb the spiritual crystals and transfer them to the copied spell map?”
Mi Feixue nodded.
Mi August smiled, “The baby helped a lot.”
This sentence was the compliment Mi Feixue wanted most, and she was so happy that she couldn’t hold back her smile.
The ink sloshes.
Mi August looked at Tiao Mo Tong, “Of course, you are too.”
She put down the spell chart, took a pen and skillfully drew a Night Order Talisman on a piece of white paper.
“I’m going to trouble you too next time,” she said to the leader of Tiao Mo Tong.
Following the Guitan elixir production team, now we have also gained the magic talisman production team.
“Little lucky star.” Mi August touched Mi Feixue and said.
Mi Feixue’s eyes lit up.
After Mi August’s experimental calculations, it took five Mo Trick Boys to work together to copy a low-level spell map. If one Spirit Crystal is absorbed by the Mo Trick Boys, they can copy five perfect versions, or fifty almost perfect versions. An inferior version of a spell blueprint that can be used as a cantrip.
At present, Mi August doesn’t know the price of magic talisman paper in Lingzhou, but it is not difficult to speculate that the copying team formed by Tiao Mo Tong will definitely make a profit without losing money.
This sure profit lies in the fact that there is no failure rate in the copying of Mo Tong Tong, and the spiritual crystal ink absorbed is beneficial to them, constantly nourishing their own growth.
Who would have thought that a group of low-level monsters that could only cause trouble in the study room and literature place and were classified as materials could have such great potential.
Mi August put another spiritual crystal into the inkstone, and then gave Mi Feixue ten for safekeeping.
“If you like any spell pictures, let them be copied for you. Keep the perfect version for yourself, and use the inferior version for playing or giving it away.”
The boy who was soaking in the ink on the inkstone looked at the spiritual crystal on the table, with ink dripping from his mouth, and two holes in his eyes that were not obvious.
Mi Feixue picked out eight and gave them back to Mi August, saying that she didn’t need so many.
Mi August rubbed the top of her hair and said with a smile: “Save it for me, baby. I’ll come back to baby to get it when I don’t have enough.”
Mi Feixue then cherished the spirit crystal and put it away.
As a strange creature that has been wandering around the literary land for many years, Diao Motong has low strength but not low spiritual intelligence. One look at Mi Feixue’s demeanor and behavior and he knew that this spiritual crystal might not be able to enter his mouth. For a moment, his heart was filled with despair. Pouring it into the ink hurts spring and autumn.
Mi August had other things to be busy with and did not stay here any longer.