127 The Way of the Gnome (1/2)
Peasant opened both his hands. After shouting the incantation, he held his breath.
Faint Mana wisps appeared from his hands. He couldn't believe his eyes.
Though he had adjusted the pain threshold to the lowest setting, he could feel the sensation of Mana gathering in his hands. It was like the hand feeling the wind when he was traveling at 60km per hour.
He yearned for this kind of feeling!
Peasant's gaze was firm. Though he was only a Goblin, he could foresee that he would be the greatest Magician in the Eternal Kingdom!
He raised both his hands. The magical wind created by Mana protected his body.
”It feels like being blown by three electric fans,” a gamer said as he extended his hand to sense the magical wind circulating around Peasant.
”Gosh, that's cooling.”
”It feels good!”
”Yes, it is.”
Once a gamer felt the wind, the rest of the gamers also tried feeling the winds.
But the gamers weren't satisfied since the magical wind disappeared after a few minutes.
The gamers asked Peasant to try again. He started to chant the incantation, and a magical wind appeared once again. The gamers happily felt the wind with their hands.
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Sherlock stood inside the Dungeon Core Main Hall and watched the gamers queuing up to feel the magical wind created by Peasant.
”What are they doing?” Sherlock asked. He was bewildered as he observed the excited gamers.
”They seem to be driving, but I don't have proof,” Bru said with regrets.
”Is the transformed Dragon Speech Mana Skill abnormal? Isn't it a bit weak?” Sherlock asked.
Bru replied, ”Er, this may be due to the language. I followed the template of Mandarin as the basis. If he speaks Mandarin, the effect will be better.”
”Then add a few more templates. Use my Mana and the Dragon Speech Mana variant. If they can only use such feeble Mana Skills, it's going to be a waste. Though we're using the Dragon Speech Mana to stimulate their diligence, wasting an opportunity isn't my style.” Sherlock wore his windbreaker and made himself invisible. Then, he walked to the Rune Mana Formation.
”Take good care of the Dungeon, Bru. I'm selling a batch of Magical Items from the Ancient Ruins.”
Dark night fell gradually upon the Eternal Kingdom.
To know the time, besides looking at the clock, one could observe when the gamers went offline.
When almost half the gamers went offline, it was an indication that night had fallen.
Even if there were 2,100 Goblins working in Eternal Kingdom, not many gamers witnessed what the Dungeon looked like at 1am.
Simba extinguished the fire in the Magic Furnace and stored his tools properly. He then took a bundle of books and went back to his little house after locking up the Blacksmith Shop.
He met his cousin Mufasa along the way. The exhausted Mufasa greeted Simba and went back to sleep.
Simba didn't blame Mufasa because they were working very hard during this period of time.
Normally, Simba would want to go back and sleep, but today, the situation was special.
Simba didn't sleep the moment he returned to his room. He sat in a chair and put the bundle of books on the table. He lit a magical lamp and pulled it closer.
Simba touched the book cover with his rough fingers as he smiled contentedly. He took out a pen, flipped open his journal, and started writing.
”Blacksmith Beginner's Examination (Total Score 100 Points)
Examiner: Simba
Exam Candidate: SealHeadLingChong