Half-elf Notebook

Leishi City, South District.

Sizzle~ A small cup of milk is poured into the pot, making a pleasant sound unique to cooking.

It adds a rich milky aroma to the space that is already filled with the fragrance of oil.

However, unlike in the past, the girl in charge of cooking only took a little from the spice box and salt shaker and sprinkled pre-ground pepper and salt on it.

He hastily covered the pot with the lid.

Ina retreated to the wall, as if relying on it to support the weight of her body.

Her half-asleep look revealed her tiredness, like a hungover girl who had sung and danced to her heart's content in the bar last night.

She rubbed both sides of her forehead gently with her hands, as if this could relieve the pain in her head.

"I didn't expect the side effects to be so severe. Obviously the magician was fine."

Ina sighed softly.

From making scrolls, the mental energy is exhausted.

Hours later, her mind was still like a ball of batter, almost deprived of all ability to think.

Although the magic power and mental strength have returned to normal.

She looked up a few times, placed the container of emerald green liquid on the stove and brought it down from the room, and reached into the air a few times.

As if hesitating.

This is the last bottle of the potion.

It should have been used more effectively.

In the end, Ina took down the bottle.

The moment the sealed bottle cap and cork were opened, a faint smell of medicine wafted out.

But it was this slight, barely noticeable smell that she desired from the bottom of her heart.

Ina is like a traveler with a dry throat walking in the desert.

He would always press the mouth of the bottle against his lips, squeezing out the nectar without caring about his image.

The light green liquid flowed down her neck and collarbone, then soaked a lot of fabric.

The magic potion flowed like a clear spring from her throat to her lungs and stomach, spreading to her limbs and bones, washing away her body and mind that were feeling irritated and agitated by the pain.

Help her regain all her thinking and rationality.

When her stagnant thoughts started flowing again, Ina recalled what had happened and began to think about the reasons.

"This doesn't seem to be a side effect of making scrolls... If all the dozens of magic scrolls I drew backfired, it might really cause me mental damage and internal organ damage."

"But it should be more direct... like spell backlash... and I shouldn't be unaware of it. After all, I am a high-level magician who can withstand the backlash of third-level magic."

Ina is not bragging, but the backlash can leave her with certain sequelae.

If it were any other formal magician, at best his mental strength would be disrupted and he would stop at that realm.

In severe cases, the patient may suffer from mental breakdown, liver rupture, and may die on the spot.

Scroll making wasn't supposed to be such a dangerous job.

Otherwise, magicians would never consider it as a major source of income.

In fact, from the price of low-level scrolls, she could also draw a conclusion.

It's not possible for every magician to follow her example and wait until they reach a certain level before going back to make it.

Ina casually threw the empty bottle into the barrel.

There is no specific mention of this in the introductory books on scroll making.

There are only two situations.

First, this is a rare case, so rare that it may even be due to the bloodline itself.

Second, this is not a problem caused by the production of magic scrolls.

Ina naturally prefers the latter.

So far, the side effects haven't seemed serious enough to require her to give up this skill.

Being unable to create magic scrolls is a nightmare for any magician.

This is both for combat and for livelihood.

"Wait...mental power."

While reviewing and summarizing, suddenly, Ina seemed to grasp the key that was missing in her conjecture.

"Unlike when I was a formal magician, the nature of my mental power has changed. It is no longer like my own magic power that can be consumed at will?"

The origin of the magician, one of the driving forces of magic.

Is it closer to a part of the body than just energy?

Disembodied flesh and blood? Or soul?

Ina's memory was that she had been on the brink of death several times.

I don't really believe in the church's statement that after death the soul will return to the kingdom of the goddess.

But at this moment, the white-haired girl had to think deeply about the existence of the soul.

Until the frying pan makes a gurgling sound and the impact of the gas causes the sound of metal colliding with each other.

This interrupted the thoughts in Ina's mind.

The meal is ready.

She opened the lid and scooped some of the dragon sauce with a spoon to taste it.

After seasoning, serve the mushroom cream pasta on a plate.

Although it is just a guess, the soul's ideas are just flashes of inspiration and are very general. There are many other possibilities.

But Ina already had a way to verify it.

"You'll know after you try it."

The food was served on the table, and the white-haired girl felt the warmth coming from the fireplace.

"It's like the summary of a short chant, trying, testing, and summarizing again."

"This time, I am drawing magic scrolls of ten first-level spells and twenty second-level spells. The materials are ordinary sheepskin scrolls, first-level monster leather, and magic potions."

"Next time, we can try to use similar materials and reduce the painting quality by half."

Anyway, it was basically a waste of money... Thinking about the two extra and missing gold coins, Ina rolled up some noodles and stuffed them into her mouth.

The association's purchase price for a second-level magic scroll is only five silver coins, twenty groats, to seven silver coins.

A first-level magic scroll is only worth one or two silver coins.

With her success rate, she might not even be able to pay for ink.

However, at this moment, someone rang the doorbell.

Ina's eyes subconsciously moved towards the door.

"Rick? But Rick has the key, guest? No, who would visit someone's house without an appointment on the night of a grand festival?"

As she walked towards the entrance, she thought:

"Is it our neighbor, the Andergers, who want to borrow something? They must be a family of five preparing for a party right now."

As she turned the doorknob, Ina looked in surprise at the woman standing outside the door, who was half a head taller than her.

Your Highness?!