The Magician Kunon sees everything - Chapter 68

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Sorcery is a perfected thing.

However, not all of those that have been perfected have been discovered.

 

Sorcery is invoked by words.

The activation is based on words.

 

That is conventional magic.

 

Old literature.

Records of the ancients, such as local murals and architecture.

Fairy tales, folktales, and old songs.

 

Magic was everywhere.

But much of it has disappeared into the sands of time.

 

There are many fragments, but fragments remain fragments.

Even now, they remain only as keywords to reach the depths of magic.

 

People could not wait.

 

Rather than “looking for magic,” they took the nearby side road of creating magic.

 

That is a different way of using magic, “intentionally distorting the crest”.

This was the birth of a ‘new magic system’.

 

Perhaps in later times, this “magic of distortion” will become the standard.

 

“… one couldn’t wait, huh?”

 

A must-read book for sorcerers, ‘Basic Magic Begins at One’.

It was written more than 200 years ago by the immortal witch Gray Lewa.

 

It is said to be the first technical book read by a practicing magician.

It is thin, easy to read, illustrated, and extremely easy to understand.

 

Kunon read it over and over again.

He may have read it a hundred times.

 

Even if you read it now that you are somewhat familiar with magic, it is interesting and fascinating, a gateway to the depths of the magical world.

 

Here is the preface at the beginning of the book.

 

“One could not wait.”

 

They couldn’t wait to find all the conventional magic.

So they turned to the method of “creation”.

 

It is quicker to create than to search for something that cannot be found.

 

Therefore, they developed a new way of using magic and devoted themselves to the search for it.

 

In this way, a new form of magic was born.

From the traditional magic tree, a huge tree, the branches, and leaves have spread out.

 

One of those branches and leaves was…

 

“Kunon. Did you find the book you were looking for?”

 

“Oh, sorry.”

 

The call of my name brought me back to myself.

 

I was called back from the world of books to the library of the school of magic.

 

“Whenever I have this book in my hand, I always open it.”

 

She nodded as I closed the book and showed her the cover.

 

“From the Ground Up,” she said. I read it too. It was the first book on sorcery I ever read.

 

“So did I.”

 

“But it doesn’t matter now, does it?”

 

“I agree. But look, don’t you want to read it?”

 

“No,” she said, “I’m more about the money.”

 

Often abbreviated as “From the Ground Up,” it is a great book.

It was born about 200 years ago and is still considered a must-read for magicians.

 

But even the greatest book is no match for tomorrow’s life and tomorrow’s money.

 

“That’s a harsh line for the world to hear.”

 

Kunon put “Basic Magic from the Ground Up” back on the bookshelf.

 

Soon, the search in the library was over.

 

“…Thank you, everyone. This is all the material I need.”

 

With the help of my colleagues Hank Beat and Leeya Hose, I was able to secure the book I was looking for.

 

The Wildflowers of the Eureille Region.

“A Compounding and Alchemy Book, Volume Four.”

And “The Time World Concept”.

 

I found nearly ten related books, but these three books seemed to be all I needed at the moment.

Well, I found them anyway, so I will read them.

 

“Thank you.”

 

Saint Reyes Centrance also expressed her gratitude.

She seemed slightly proud, but I know she meant nothing else more than words.

 

“Is that all you have to say? We’re building a new grimoire, right?”

 

To Leeya’s words, Kunon replied, “I already have a concept.”

 

“The most difficult part was securing the spirit plant Shi Shirura. Once we have it, we’ll be on the verge of completion.”

 

Obtaining them through regular channels is very expensive.

Even for a child of a noble family, the amount was too great to pay for a child’s experiment.

 

So, although Kunon had the idea in his head, he had never tried it.

 

In theory, it would surely succeed. It should.

 

“I will read this book today, Miss Reyes. Let’s make the grimoire tomorrow.”

 

“Got it. I look forward to working with you.”

 

The saint’s spiritual plant, Shi Shirura, had grown up beautifully.

Now, they were at the stage of using it as a material to create the magical tool that Kunon had in mind.

 

The next step was to market the finished magical tool and sell it with a value of more than one and a half million bucks.

Once they reached that point, the saint’s financial problems would finally be solved.

 

This was the moment of truth.

 

“Well, you’re back early.”

 

It was still a bit past noon. Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at Novel Multiverse – “NovelMultiverse dot com”

 

The maid of honor, who was arranging the ingredients to cook dinner after an elaborate snack for herself, was surprised.

She was surprised to find Kunon, who usually did not return until late in the evening, had come home early.

 

“I’m home. I want some milk tea. No tea, please.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

Kunon secured a book from the library in the morning and then stayed in the classroom for a while to take care of business.

Then he cut out at the appropriate point and returned home.

 

He asked his maid for some hot milk, made a water bed in the garden, and went back to his book.

 

“Dear Kunon, it’s getting cold, so it’s time to go inside.”

 

“Hm?…… uh-huh.”

 

I noticed that the sky was already dark.

 

I feel like I just got home a few minutes ago.

 

It has always been a mystery to me.

What is this phenomenon of time being erased when you are concentrating?

 

Light and dark don’t matter much to Kunon, who is not moving visually.

Perhaps because of this, he is not quite so attuned to the sense of time.

 

“I’ll heat up some milk.”

 

“No, thanks.”

 

The hot milk that was prepared for me has gone cold without even a sip.

This is also a common occurrence.

 

“I’ll drink it with dinner, so just bring it in.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

“Sorry. Linco lovingly brewed this milk tea for me.”

 

“It’s true,” she said, “My love for you has completely cooled.”

 

“What happens to love when it cools? Does cold love remain? Or does it disappear when it gets cold?”

 

“I guess so. I bet it would be easier if it disappeared.”

 

“Is that so?”

 

“If your emotions move when you remember your old lover, it means your love isn’t gone.”

 

Kunon nodded, “That’s how it is.”

 

“Do you also get emotional when you think of your old lover, Linco?’

 

“Yes. It’s killing me. Kind of.”

 

Kunon decided not to ask any more questions. Because he is afraid.

 

I also decided to carry my own love of cold samurai women. I’m scared.

 

The day after an all-night reading of a book.

 

“It’s easy to make, so watch carefully.”

 

Having firmly established his concept, Kunon came to the saint’s classroom with the mixing equipment from his own classroom and immediately decided to start making magical tools.

 

“First of all, I need to prepare the spirit plants.”

 

“Ah!”

 

As if aiming for the heavens.

A potted, straight-grown, dimly glowing, glasswork-like flower. They may resemble sunflowers, but not in shape.

 

When Kunon reaches for it, Sureya Gaulin lets out a shriek.

 

She is a teacher of light who has asked to be present if we pick the spirit herb.

She knows how difficult it is to cultivate spirit plants, so she is very attached to it.

 

– But it doesn’t matter. Kunon pulled out the spirit plant from the root without any mercy.

 

“From the petals to the root tips, the spirit plant Shi Shirura can be used in its entirety,” he said, “We will use only the petals this time, so let’s keep the rest.”

 

“Three! No, let’s save two! For the next seed!”

 

“You will have to discuss that with Mistress Reyes.”

 

The seeds of the spirit plant are only taken when the flowers wither.

At this stage, the next seed cannot be secured.

 

However, since Kunon does not have the authority to make decisions in this area, we have to let the saint and the teacher, Sureya, discuss and decide.

 

“We grind the petals. When the petals are roughly ground, add the dried plants and mix. Add the second type of dissolved water. The herb becomes sticky when the second type of dissolved water is added, so continue kneading until it is evenly mixed with the spirit herb.

The mixture is almost complete.”

 

The mucus-like substance left in the mortar was complete.

 

The sacred spiritual herb was now a gelatinous substance that could not be seen.

It had turned into something like that.

 

It is a little shiny like a remnant, which is kind of sad.

 

“I see. This looks like it will sell well.”

 

Sureya, who had been on edge the whole time for sparing the spirit grass, snorted with the face of a teacher.

With the herbs and medicines she had used, she must have known immediately what this was all about.

 

“Teacher, what kind of medicine is this?’

 

“It’s an ointment that makes use of Shi Shirura, which is an excellent wound remedy,” she said, “I am sure of it, since the special herb can also be used for wounds.”

If its viscosity is this strong, it should be able to be used for deep cuts that require stitches.

 

That’s what I mean.

 

“That’s ordinary.”

 

“Yes, it is. This is ordinary.

 

These medicines already exist.

Or rather, this is the main use of the spirit plant Shi Shirura.

 

We have created a medicine that seems to be normal and sells well.

 

“Of course. The story starts here. The rest is like this…”

 

A number of small bubbles are created in the bowl.

 

They are called “wash foam”.

 

“The chemicals are trapped in the bubbles, the water is drained out, and the bubbles are dried – yes, it’s done.”

 

Numerous dimly glowing little spheres were formed.

 

“Is this the finished ……?”

 

The saint picks up one of the small spheres, no more than half the size of her fingertip.

 

“Is this the grimoire?”

 

“Yes,” he said, “This, when dissolved in hot water, becomes the wound medicine I mentioned earlier.”

 

“Huh ……?”

 

What in the world is the difference between this and the last time I saw the saint with her head in a twist?

 

“I see what you mean!”

 

Teacher Sureya was excited.

 

“The prepared Shi Shirura doesn’t last long. Even when placed in a cold place, it only lasts ten to twenty days.

But with this, it will probably last much longer!”

 

“According to my calculations, you should be able to go three to six months.”

 

“Really? If true, that would be a breakthrough!”

 

“There are some improvements. The chemicals -“

 

“Then we can change this part of the drug to make it last longer.”

 

Kunon and Sureya began to talk a little technical, and the saint was not following the conversation from this point on.

 

“This is one hundred and fifty thousand ……?”

 

A small ball, at the tip of a finger.

A glowing green sphere with the green of the special grass.

 

Such a tiny sphere.

 

I couldn’t believe that it was worth a million and a half Nekkas.

 

– It was a terrible mistake. Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at Novel Multiverse – “NovelMultiverse dot com”