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

Plekielson took off his coat and looked around, but he couldn't find a safe place to put his expensive coat.

He didn't know how many years it had been since he had lived in such a simple room.

"Why is Giles staying in a hotel that only commoners would choose? The warrior-soldier should have a manor in the king's house, right?"

Pletkierson put his coat back on and wiped the wooden chair repeatedly with his handkerchief before he sat down.

"The manor was a gift from the old king. It's too big and too spacious. Our family of three can't get used to living here," Miss replied.

What's more, I'm alone now and I don't want to go back and face those familiar scenes.

After hearing Miss's answer, Pletkielson felt like there were a lot of bugs crawling around in his heart.

He thought to himself, this is what it’s like to be born a commoner, wild boars can’t eat fine bran.

When he took out the blueprint from his arms and handed it to Miss, Plekiltson noticed the magic lamp on the table.

"pity."

Miss noticed that Plekielson was looking at the magic lamp and asked, "Teacher, what do you mean by pity?"

Plekiltson tapped the magic lamp stand with the end of his wand. "Such a creative magic prop is made of such cheap raw materials. Isn't it a pity?"

"An epoch-making invention like this should be made of top-grade magic crystals and metals and used by successful upper-class people. Only in this way can we express our respect for the inventor of this item."

"Not only the magic lamp, but also the magic roller machine, magic windmill and magic pot, etc., are all the epoch-making creations of the great magician. Now they are being used by some lowly poor people. It's really cheap."

"I hope I can have a chance to meet that magician, no, the inventor, Mr. Black Mordinger."

Miss, who was sitting opposite, scratched his head, not knowing what to say. Fortunately, he said nothing and just smiled along.

Hey, I didn’t expect that you are still a fan.

Vermicelli with red oil and garlic, super spicy, thank you.

When I first chose the ID Black Mordinger, Lisia laughed at me. She thought "Black" referred to the color of the hair, but she didn't know that it was for the great science.

After taking the drawing handed over by Pletkierson, Miss looked at it carefully and found that it was indeed the one he had drawn, so he took out the newly purchased magic wand from behind.

Plekiltson saw the red crystal on the end of the wand, and he looked at the amethyst wand in his hand, feeling even more unhappy.

Because the price of that red crystal wand was equivalent to his three years' salary.

Damn, it's such a waste for a magic apprentice to use such a nice wand.

Miss took out a black feather pen, and the red crystal wand in his left hand emitted a faint light. Just as he was about to take action, he thought of something and suddenly stopped what he was doing.

He looked towards the next room and gave a barely perceptible smile.

Unexpectedly, there are fish that chase after the hook and bite it.

Now that he was here, Miss decided to give this "fish" more bait.

"Teacher, do you know what the [Ability Enhancement·Reform] is based on?"

Mis's sudden question puzzled Plekielson.

"Of course it's a martial art, [Limit Breakthrough]."

Miss nodded. "Yes, [Limit Breakthrough] is a martial art that swordsmen use at the cost of their lives. It can increase the body's attributes by 1.4 to 1.6 times in a short period of time. After that, not only will the life span be reduced, but it will also slowly block the swordsmen's path to promotion."

Plekielson felt strange. He knew what Miss said, but he couldn't understand why he said it.

"Ahem, teacher, please listen carefully." Missy coughed twice and knocked on the table.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Giles. I was distracted just now. I'm really sorry..."

???

No, something seems wrong.

Plekielson wondered, wasn't I a teacher?

Mis interrupted the other person's thoughts and continued explaining.

"As for the auxiliary lower-level magic [Ability Enhancement], it can slightly improve the target's various attributes. It consumes less magic power, the improvement is small, and of course, there are no side effects."

"【Ability Enhancement·Revised】is actually developed by combining the advantages of the previous two. Teacher, you know that if this kind of magic wants to get rid of all side effects and change the target from a single person to a group, it requires more layers of functional magic stacking assistance."

"That is to say, this magic is no longer a simple low-level or medium-level magic."

Pletkierson has studied Miss's semi-finished drawings for a long time, but still has no clue. He is very clear about the complexity of the array. Even the dean of the magic department of Nolen University may not be able to replicate it perfectly.

You know, that elusive master is a level 6, disaster-level magician.

"Mr. Giles, what you mean is that you created a high-level magic?" Plekielson asked tentatively, somewhat unconvinced.

High-level magic, magic that can only be cast by magicians above LV5.

"You are too small, sir. If [Ability Enhancement·Change] is cast by a LV5 magician, it is high-level magic. If it is cast by a disaster-level magician, it may have the effect of super-level magic."

At this moment, Pletkierson's eyes were dull, his hand holding the wand couldn't stop shaking, and he felt the blood in his body boiling.

Super-level magic, what is the concept?

This is magic that can only be unleashed by a disaster magician who has reached the pinnacle of his skill.

In this continent, in the nearly ten thousand years of human history, there are no more than twenty magicians who can use super-level magic.

Others don't know, but he knows the dean. The dean is 72 years old and has never used super-level magic.

Plekiltson swallowed and asked, "If...if it is a super-level magic, how many people can it affect...approximately how many people?"

Mis did not answer directly, but gently put down the black feather pen and stretched out his right palm.

Five fingers, Pletkielson felt like his heart was about to jump out.

"Five...50,000 people!"

After these 50,000 people are upgraded, it will be enough to double the combat power of a small country.

The dark-haired young man sitting opposite, who was as steady as an old dog, chuckled twice, "Five hundred thousand people, and all attributes are increased three times."

Mis has a loud voice and clear pronunciation.

Pletkierson, who had been pretending to be calm from the beginning, could no longer hold himself back and staggered to his feet, nearly falling.

"No... Impossible. How can this be possible? All the soldiers of the Holy Kingdom of Veratis plus the Holy Knights of the Church only number 500,000, and the number has been tripled. This is impossible no matter how you think about it."

Looking at his "mentor's" loss of composure, Miss found it funny.

That's definitely impossible, he just made it up.

The idea of a three-fold increase in the number of 500,000 people is obviously fake.

According to Miss's calculations, the number of people increased by three times, which is 488,888.