Chapter 131: Magic Technology

Summer repeated these names silently and then asked, "Their common characteristic is that they have all inherited the teachings of one or several sages, right?"
The Mist Elf did not shy away from this question, and even proudly said, "The several sages we worship are collectively known as the Kings of the Four Seasons."
Huh...
Char quickly searched his memory for the corresponding legends, and couldn't help but be amazed.
Using the four seasons to refer to them could be called a modest term. In the legendary stories, their corresponding authorities are Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind, which are also known as the famous Four Ancient Elements.
难怪雾精灵人均非凡者，人家祖上就是这么阔。
罗莎莉亚从夏尔的表情中得到了满意的回应，礼尚往来也似的称赞道：
"There are six sages that humans possess, but the Meisilis Empire represents the weaver, the restrainer, and the indifferent, which are the mainstream."
The mist spirit looked at the extraordinary person in maid attire standing next to Charles, who wielded the mysterious power of the weaver.
Charlotte followed her gaze and glanced at Miss Miu Lan, curious, and asked, "So, does that mean all the mysterious powers actually come from the inheritance of the sages?"
Rosalia smiled slightly, as she had played more of a consulting role before. Now that her identity had changed, her mood naturally became more joyful:
"Yes and no. You should know that the sages have established the boundaries of order and rules, such as those who create and those who constrain. The reason later generations give them such esteemed titles is because they weave and bind the 'rules'. That is the realm that only true sages can reach, and what we, the later generations, are doing is merely slowly exploring along the path they left behind."
Xiaer had a clear understanding in his heart and immediately came up with some bold ideas.
If the Twelve Sages are indeed the deities of this world, he believes that some of them must be his predecessors who have traversed here, as the physical rules of this world are too similar to the world he was in before.
"So, have you figured out the essence of extraordinary abilities?" Charles took a piece of cake from the table and handed it to Sherry, who was eagerly looking at it.
Rosalia didn't answer directly. She was caught off guard by Charles' question:
"What do you mean by 'essence'?"
"Let me give you an example, the power of creation through words and engineering. Can extraordinary power, like words, be learned and allow people to freely express and create various words and poems? Or is it more like a mechanical tool, with its usage predetermined from the beginning, where you are only responsible for giving instructions and it takes care of the actual operation, without the ability to change the object and process?"
His words made the two extraordinary individuals present fall into deep contemplation.
Placed in the world of xianxia or wuxia, these two are actually the difference between internal skill techniques and martial arts moves, or in more obscure terms, between Dao and art.
Shaul has long felt strange about the abilities of these extraordinary individuals, distinguishing who has gone further on this path by actually looking at who has mastered more abilities, making it seem like playing a game:
I have more skills than you, so I am stronger than you.
If those sages can really achieve a level comparable to the divine, Xie'er believes that what they left behind should not be something so superficial.
Rosalia placed her fingers on the table in front of her.
The mysterious power she inherited is called Shapeshifter, which belongs to the "Earth" elemental category. The first ability she masters is called "Earth's Protection," which allows her to manipulate rocks and plants to a certain extent.
The fairy taught her how to use these abilities in battle, such as dividing the earth to create an escape route, using rocks and plants to create a protective barrier or armor, and even more advanced techniques such as using the ability to shape the terrain to conceal her form. Translation: The fairy taught her how to use these abilities in battle, such as dividing the earth to create an escape route, using rocks and plants to create a protective barrier or armor, and even more advanced techniques such as using the ability to shape the terrain to conceal her form.
Rosalia thought she already knew enough about this power that had been with her for over a hundred years, but Charles' words seemed to have given her a hint.
A solemn brownish-yellow light spread from her fingertips towards the wooden table in front of her. Almost in the next moment of her thoughts, a sharp wooden spike grew out from the table.
The spirit of mist trembled violently all over, but unlike usual, she couldn't quickly control her emotions. The suppressed feelings seemed to have reached the tipping point, erupting like a fiery volcano, so much so that she stood up in excitement, clasping Charles' hands and pleading in a tone almost humble:
"Your Majesty, as someone of your status, you should not be lingering in this seemingly joke-like territory! Please come to our empire; I guarantee, in the name of the Torchbearer, that you will receive the highest honors and be able to freely do whatever you wish!"
Charles was completely stunned, it was the first time he had seen this lady, who had lived for hundreds of years, display such intense emotions.
"Have you misunderstood something?" the young man asked incredulously, noticing the slight redness in her eyes, as if tears could spill at any moment.
This time, Miss Miu Lan once again helped Mr. Charles out of the predicament. The maid stepped forward to stop the overreacting mist elf:
"Madam, I can understand your feelings, but please also pay attention to your identity and etiquette."
The spirit of mist staggered back two steps and fell onto the seat, quickly covering its face and softly sobbing.
It seems like I really did something terrible...
Even the most obtuse person would realize the situation was not good when faced with such a scene. The young man turned his questioning gaze towards Miss Miao Lan, who never disappointed him, and she responded softly:
"Charles, just now, you have created a new history."
No! Can asking the essence of extraordinary power be considered making history?
Charles glanced at the only person in the field who shared the same sentiment as him, Sheryl, who was biting into half a pastry, her cheeks slightly bulging like a hamster, and she stared blankly at the weeping lady, just like her brother.
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The mist spirit stopped crying after five minutes, and she quickly returned to her previous mature state, wiping away her tears. With the etiquette of an elf, she gently touched her chest and bowed her head, saying, "Sir, I apologize for my previous disrespectful behavior towards you."
Xia'er can only choose to forgive her.
"I must have made some mistakes too, after all, I am not a extraordinary being. I don't know what significance this has for you, Miss Rosalia."
The young one's attempt to console made the mist elf chuckle bitterly, "Perhaps, Lord Charles, but you have indeed subverted our understanding of extraordinary abilities. I believe this maid miss would have a very similar feeling to mine."
Miss Miao Lan nodded, rare agreement appearing in her eyes, yet with a hint of subtle resentment towards Charles.
To put it bluntly, he used ironclad facts to wake up the extraordinary beings and mist elves who were immersed in past glory, almost pointing at their noses and telling them, "You've taken the wrong path."
Miss Miao Lan's feelings are not as deep as those of the Mist Spirit, but when seeing the person who said this still looking completely clueless, I couldn't help but have a little bit of complaint. Translated:
Xavier's back felt a little chilly under the strange gazes from both of them, but fortunately his equally bewildered sister was there by his side. After clearing his throat twice, he explained, "At least this can be considered a good thing, isn't it?"
Rosalia sighed bitterly again: "Indeed, Your Excellency Charle. What saddens me is the sacrifices we had to make. I had already accepted this fate, but now it seems that much of the blood and tears shed in those sacrifices were due to mistakes we made."
She looked at Char with her light golden eyes, her gaze filled with hope: "
"Everything I just said was not a spur of the moment promise. Your Excellency, I am serious. This barren land limits your potential, only the empire of the elves can provide you with lofty trust, boundless resources, and the freedom to do as you please."
Shal was beginning to regain his senses slightly.
The mysterious power that the extraordinaries use as skills, from Shael's modern perspective, each one is enough to become the foundation of a civilization, giving rise to a prosperous civilization.
For example, the control of fire by the people of the East, the mud and stone reshaping by cave dwellers, and the newly revealed ability of mist elves to manipulate plants.
The mistake mentioned by the other party probably refers to using the "civilizational cornerstone left by the sages to do some savage work," which is essentially no different from "smashing walnuts with a smartphone." However, it is unnecessary to investigate who is right and who is wrong.
Isn't it wrong for extraordinary individuals to waste valuable resources? But does that mean the magical tide that comes after them is also not wrong? And those twelve saints who are worshipped, they know exactly what they have left behind, yet they don't provide future generations with the true purpose, which is quite disappointing.
Xia Er dislikes those pretentious riddle people the most.
"It can only be said that various factors have contributed to the current situation. Miss Rosalia, you don't have to blame yourself too much." The young man comforted, "However, I have to refuse the invitation to join the Mist Elf Empire."
He stopped the mist spirit from retorting and continued, "It's not that I don't believe in your will, but change is never that simple. I believe you should have a profound understanding of the consciousness conflict within the Elf Empire."
"Even if you tell me right now that you are the Queen of the Elves, my answer would still be the same," Charles jokingly added.
If this were a civilization game, Charles felt that a prompt should pop up right now.
Ding! You have declined the epic racial quest, "Golden Mist Sea".
Rosalia sighed softly, "You're right, I was thinking too simplistically, but you do have a solution, don't you?"
She has gradually become familiar with how to get along with this human lord, her pale golden eyes staring at the other person, her mouth unconsciously curling up.
Sheryl blinked for a moment, then smiled and said, "I wouldn't say there is a method, but change always brings opportunities and benefits. I think my allies should at least have an advantage in it, even though what we seek is a greater meaning."
"I think we can sign a new pact of the Saintly Sages," said Rosalia calmly.
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"The Mist Elves have received a promise that they will be able to share the series of achievements derived from the extraordinary abilities of Charles. In order to fulfill this, Rosalia will assist Miss Muriel in cultivating a group of extraordinary individuals from various disciplines for the territory," reads the English translation.
Even Charles could get some materials for the production of magical props, but he soon realized why the mist elves were so generous in this matter.
The production of magical props is not suitable for the human empire. Manufacturing such props requires extraordinary individuals to imbue their abilities into specific materials, and there is a certain probability of obtaining props that record this ability.
Specific material ratios, although some have been provided by the other party, the Mist Elves themselves cannot stably supply the materials.
This is mainly related to the cultivation of new monsters by the Sui Earth, and the special materials left by the new monsters are highly random. Only extraordinary individuals like the Mist Elves can produce them by hand, injecting extraordinary abilities into the vast amount of materials one by one.
Of course, they have also summarized some rules regarding the application of materials, but those cannot be shared at this stage.
Charles was most satisfied with obtaining a method to distinguish new magical creatures from ordinary ingredients, which is different from the method Miss Mulan provided to him.
The methods preserved by humans are actually based on using magical elements to sense and explore. Food made from materials of new magical creatures will emit light. However, the people in the territory of Chaer cannot possess extraordinary power like the mist elves. Please note that the translation may not be accurate due to the technical limitations of language models.
On the contrary, it is the mist sprite who found a method that does not require the use of extraordinary power to check before every meal, as they found a way to make special materials change without going through magical essence testing:
-Add vinegar.
The recipe for mist elf is no different from humans, at most it adds some fruits as the main food, including some fruits with sour taste necessary for sea voyages.
They found that the materials left behind by the new monsters would emit a foul stench when soaked in acidic fruit juice, under extremely accidental circumstances.
This finding was validated by craftsmen in the territory urged by Charle, who made some acidic liquids, proving that the foul smell was indeed unrelated to other components of the fruit juice, but rather reacted to any acidic substance.
This seems to be a reminder for him to consider building a laboratory for acid and alkali experiments, and also to promote the new seasoning "aged vinegar" to the citizens on a large scale.
Charles is very glad that Hélène did not leave with Yuni and Fara. Otherwise, the mundane administrative tasks alone would take up most of his energy, especially when the mist sprite opened up a second technology tree and the resources brought by the new monsters were more than enough to spawn a new field of material science. The sense of time constraint becomes even more pronounced.
Xia'er even thought he had returned to the days of studying for his master's degree, enduring the hardships in the laboratory with his mentor, until Lu Xius, a member of the Beast Tribe, came to him and delivered some bad news: Please note that "@" does not have a direct translation in English and is commonly used as a symbol for mentioning or tagging someone.
The Border Legion is no longer satisfied with the effects brought by engineering creations such as telescopes and plans to stop the related refugee trades.