The field of wizards covers a wide range.

Based on soul power.

Complete the upgrade of the self, gather the possibilities of truth, and reach an unprecedented end of the world.

Knowledge of magic potions, magic tools, and rituals are all steps towards the truth.

It is not powerful wizards who control these realms.

Instead, only the strong ones who control these areas are qualified to be promoted to higher-level wizards.

night time.

Xu Xi is shaping the magic tool so that Sylvia can use it.

"Although the female dragon's fangs are not a very good forging material, they are sufficient for Sylvia's current strength."

"In addition, there are also some silver mother, star iron ore, and the damaged armor of the headless knight."

"I hope that with my current level of magic tools, these materials will not be wasted."

Inside the workshop.

In a noise-blocking array room.

Xu Xi was deep in thought alone, with several thick books floating beside him. He activated the spells he had prepared in advance, either to provide abundant light or to stabilize the transmission of soul fire.

Then continue.

Xu Xi raised his hand slightly, and an object resembling a magic wand appeared and was gently held in his palm.

The wizarding system is similar to the magical system.

There is also a habit of using a magic wand.

But in the wizarding world, wands are not necessary, and the activation of many spells depends on the user himself.

Xu Xi used the wand because he was used to doing so.

"Well, let's get started."

Holding the magic wand, he tapped the ground.

The deep blue soul fire twisted and swirled, transforming into pure soul power, pouring into the various materials prepared in advance, modifying and shaping them.

That is transformation at the microscopic level.

Perfectly combining the extraordinary characteristics of various materials.

The process is truly an art.

"According to the original plan, the body armor was designed to be light and easy to move."

"At the same time, engrave some spells to slightly enhance Sylvia's combat power."

"The length of the Knight Sword is modeled after Sylvia's existing saber. On this basis, it is enhanced with sharpness, durability, and soul guidance."

"If that's the case..."

"Servia's strength will be greatly enhanced."

The beautiful blue is like the waves of the ocean.

Continuous.

Rippling on the walls of the temporary workshop.

At the same time, it also left interlaced light and shadow on Xu Xi's face.

With a flick of the wand, the powerful soul power materialized, turning the calm blue into a raging sea, drowning and squeezing all the materials.

Destruction, reconstruction, creation.

This process is repeated over and over again.

The creation of magic tools has finally come to an end.

"Poof", there was a sound like a bubble bursting, followed by the dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

A full body armor of gray and silver, and a sharp, silver-white sword.

This is the magic tool Xu prepared for Sylvia.

A long sword for attack is also good.

Defensive armor is also good.

There are a certain number of ritual patterns engraved on them.

It looks magical and beautiful.

"It seems a little too conspicuous," Xu Xi murmured, and waved the wand again. All the activated spell patterns returned to calm and became active trigger patterns.

Only when Sylvia wants to use it will the patterns on it start to flow again.

call--

call--

Outside the house, the sharp sound of air flow attracted Xu Xi's attention.

He subconsciously looked towards the door. The blood moon in the middle of the night illuminated everything, making it scarlet. In the pervasive terror, a figure continued to swing a sword.

One sword after another, never stopping.

The breath of death still hung over her.

That is an irreversible and desperate fact.

In the scarlet night, everything became eerie and silent. Even the small town in the distance was twisted and distorted in the darkness, like a giant mouth open to devour people.

Only that figure remained unchanged.

"Servia worked hard today too..."

Xu Xi waited and watched for a long time.

All I could hear was the skeleton figure that was continuously swinging and slashing, making clanging sounds of swords, and was flashing a faint light.

It is something that is formless and invisible, yet it really exists.

It is the chivalrous spirit that Sylvia Crawfield upholds, and the small dream of changing herself that she has carried with her since she was a child.

"Servia is good in every way, except that she is too afraid of being alone."

Xu Xi looked up at the moon. The scarlet full moon hung in the sky, like a huge eye flowing with blood, staring coldly at everything on the earth.

Growing up in an aristocratic family, Sylvia received a complete elite education.

She is strong.

She is kind.

Even though he was cursed and most of his body turned into undead, he never fell into true despair and continued to help others.

Such a Sylvia is very brave, but also very lonely.

Longing for someone to talk to her.

When all of Krawfield's subjects moved away, Xu Xi clearly saw the silence and darkness revealed by the half-remaining face.

It's worrying.

Is it a burden? Is it a burden?

Xu Xi thinks not.

"Severia's swordsmanship is superb. Even if I can't become a wizard, I can strengthen that undead body and indirectly increase Severia's power."

"This is probably... the Swordmaster of the Dead?"

The blood moon cast a cold light and landed on Xu Xi's open palm.

He smiled.

I am beginning to look forward to seeing Sylvia chasing and slashing waves of undead in the future.

…

[You forged new equipment for the hero]

[The hero put on the armor of the Death Knight]

[The brave man holds the Flame and Poison Dragon Sword]

[Servia is very satisfied with the new equipment and thanks you]

[Facing the brand new Severia, you feel like you are playing a training game]

The blood moon sets.

The Black Sun is coming.

In the dim world, Sylvia, wearing new equipment, gently stroked the armor on her body with her fingertips, and raised her sword high to carefully examine the patterns on it.

Due to the missing face, Xu Xi couldn't see the girl's expression.

But the trembling green ripples.

Looking into Xu Xi's eyes excitedly.

It has already been explained.

"How are you feeling, Sylvia?"

"Thank you, I love it!"

Sylvia tossed and turned, constantly stroking the flying dragon sword in her hand.

That joy was not like a warrior getting a handy weapon, but more like an innocent child getting a very delicious lollipop.

"Master Wizard."

She turned around.

On the face wrapped in a bandage, there was only one bright eye, shining like an emerald.

Xu Xi's figure is clearly reflected.

"I really, really like it!"

The child who grew up in the light, after falling into the abyss of loneliness, finally received the long-awaited gift from the light.

"Then I feel relieved."

Hearing Sylvia's answer, Xu Xi smiled.

"Master Wizard."

Sylvia spoke again, looking at the long sword in her hand curiously: "It's just like a story, getting excellent equipment and then embarking on a journey."

"Severia, rather than being in a story, you are creating a new story."

Xu Xi modified the girl's words.

Creating a story?

The Undead Warrior was stunned for a moment. She didn't think she had that qualification, but inexplicably, she felt a hint of expectation in her heart.