Inventor of another world, the little female ghost wants to kidnap me

"Student Giles, stop joking. How is it possible to triple the number of 500,000 people?"

Plekiltson's eyes were red and he was breathing heavily. He tried to hide his emotion with a wry smile.

"Teacher, that is super-level magic. Have you ever seen the power of super-level magic?"

Mith smiled and looked at Plekielson.

The other party shook his head.

Plekiltson, who grew up in peace, had only seen a few high-level magics, let alone super-level magic.

In addition, he himself has poor talent, so he will probably stop at LV4 in this life, and will not have the opportunity to cast high-level magic himself.

"I have seen it," said Miss.

"What!" Plekielson, who had just come out of a shocking news, turned around and went back in.

Miss said in a low voice, "I have seen it. It is super-level magic. The magician who kidnapped my sister cast super-level magic in front of me. All the soldiers present saw it at the time."

Plekielson's lips trembled, and his tone was full of doubt, "Then how did you and the soldiers survive?"

"At that time, I thought there was no way for me to survive, but at the critical moment, an old man with a white beard who happened to pass by took action, resisted all the attacks, and saved us."

Miss looked serious and spoke nonsense in a serious manner.

How could an old man with a white beard appear?

After a long time, Plekiltson finally recovered and sat down heavily.

Since all the soldiers present had witnessed it, there was no need for him to question Mis's words.

Thinking about it, if [Ability Enhancement·Reform] can really achieve the effect of super-level magic...

He kept muttering to himself, "I will become the creator of super-level magic. I, Sarko Plekiltson, will become the creator of super-level magic, recorded in history, and admired by everyone."

"Haha, hahahahaha, I'm going to become a legend!"

Miss looked at Prekildson's ugly appearance and pinched his chin. Fortunately, he could read lips.

but. . .

Did you overdo it?

This guy is going crazy.

At this time, there were subtle sounds coming from the next room, chaotic footsteps, then the sound of a door opening gently, then the sound of a door opening with a little force, followed by the sound of a door opening hard, and finally the sound of a door being smashed. . .

Miss nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the guest must have obtained useful information and was ready to leave and go back to tell his master.

Hi, hi, hi, now that you are here, why not have a night's sleep before leaving?

The black-haired boy exerted force lightly, and the noise from next door disappeared without a trace in an instant.

As early as in the afternoon, Miss placed a magic prop [Vacuum Packaging] on the door of the next room. Now that the prop was activated, the whole room was shrouded in magic power. The people in the room were directly locked in, and no sound could be transmitted out, let alone in.

If he let him go now, it would definitely bring trouble to himself. Miss patted his chest, fortunately he was more careful.

Not only did he choose the last room, he also set a trap next door to ensure that there would be no mistakes.

In the next room, a man was lying on the ground, feeling exhausted. His eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and he couldn't open them.

He had started following Miss when she left the palace in the morning, and had been waiting until now. He finally got the information, and it was such valuable information at that. He had already planned in his mind how to use the bonus.

Everything was fine when I came here, but now there is no going back.

What Miss explained to Pletkielson just now was actually for the guy next door, so that he could bring the news back to his master after he leaves Noren City tomorrow.

This was a temporary decision that Miss made when he discovered that there was someone next door.

How can you fish without bait? No fish will bite the empty hook.

After calming down, Plegilson finally calmed down. He knew that he had not yet obtained the complete magic blueprint.

"Student Giles, it's getting late, you should draw the blueprint as soon as possible."

Mis agreed and began to work hard.

The black feather pen flew quickly, leaving stroke after stroke on the drawing. The boy's actions demonstrated what practice makes perfect.

However, this time, Miss did not explain anything to Pletkielson, but just kept drawing.

As Pletkielson watched the drawings become more and more detailed, his brain was working so fast that it was almost smoking.

"Student Giles, what is the function of this magic circle?"

"Mr. Giles, why does this place allow defensive magic and main magic to resonate?"

"Student Giles, you're not scribbling, are you?"

A series of questions surrounded Miss, but Miss ignored them all and had no intention of answering Pletkielson's questions.

As time passed, Pletkierson stopped asking questions and just stared at the drawing silently, even though the drawing was no longer recognizable to him.

Two hours later, Miss finally stopped what he was doing, slowly wiped the quill clean, and put it away.

Plekiltson tightened his wand in his hand, "Done?"

The black-haired boy stretched and gave a thumbs up, "Done!"

The man opposite was a little skeptical, "So fast, are you sure you have completed it completely?"

Mis nodded vigorously. "It's done, definitely. There are no flaws at all. The effect may be better than I expected."

“Hahahaha, hahahaha, it’s finally done!”

Plekiltson raised his wand slightly, and the amethyst emitted a dazzling light.

The next moment, the wand in Miss's hand fell into the hands of the man opposite.

Carefully examining the expensive red crystal wand in his hand, Plekiltson said disdainfully, "A mere magic apprentice is worthy of using such a fine wand?"

Miss showed a surprised expression, "Teacher, what are you doing?"

"What? To take back what belongs to me, of course!"

"What is that? My wand?" Miss asked knowingly.

Why didn't this guy grab the blueprint first?

Brother, don’t you have confidence that a LV4 can beat a LV2?

Plekiltson sneered, "Not only this wand, but also the formula and blueprint of super-level magic, and your life, are all mine now."

"Teacher, do you mean to plagiarize my research results?"

"Shut up, what do you mean by plagiarism? This is originally mine. You are just a Level 2 magic apprentice who can't even use lower-level magic like [Element Mastery]. How can you be qualified to create higher-level magic?"

"To tell you the truth, during the time you were away from the capital, the signature of this magic has been changed to my name. Everyone who knows this magic knows me, Plekielson. No one cares about you, Miss Giles."

Pletkierson's expression was extremely distorted. He held a wand in each hand, looking down on others with confidence.

Because he knew that a magician without a wand was like a three-year-old child.

"How about it, young genius? Are you upset? Don't worry. If you swear to be my servant and continue to research more powerful magic for me, I can spare your life."