This wizard only wishes to be a teacher
Chapter 162 - 142: Only the Living Can Deal Damage (Of Course Archers Go for Damage)

Chapter 162: Chapter 142: Only the Living Can Deal Damage (Of Course Archers Go for Damage)

Greybone Academy’s Alchemy Workshop, within a small, individual alchemy room.

Carly gazed at the full-cover armor witch tool model in front of her, her eyes slightly glazed over.

This was a somewhat odd-looking, combined set of armor made of metal, from the helmet to the boots, a total of 37 parts. If one followed this design process, this peculiar set of armor would essentially consist of 37 separate witch tools combined into one, its value comparable to or even surpassing a defensive witch tool used by a formal wizard.

And the first impression this set of witch tools gave Carly was: sturdy!

The type of sturdiness that gave her a full sense of security! Even more so than the protection from the full-body armor of heavy armored knights she had seen before in Graystone City.

Had it not been for the dimensions on the blueprint clearly unsuitable for Edison, Carly would have even felt that this heavy armor, draped over Edison, wouldn’t have been out of place at all.

But this was a set of witch tools prepared by her mentor Lucien, and she was a wizard skilled with the bow and arrow!

Looking at the armor that offered such a sense of security, Carly fell into self-doubt, feeling that something was off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it...

"Try it first, after being crafted into a witch tool, you needn’t worry too much about agility in the armor," Lucien said, comforting Carly as she hesitated to speak.

"That’s not what I am concerned about..." Carly muttered to herself, but when Lucien looked her way, she could only clutch her head and put on a somewhat forced smile.

"Carly, as an archer, or rather, a magic marksman, I believe you must understand one point," Lucien looked at Carly and smiled, "you can only deal damage if you’re alive."

Carly was taken aback for a moment, then felt that what mentor Lucien said made a lot of sense.

She couldn’t help but look at the heavy armor model beside her, deep in thought.

Could it be... is this the ultimate destiny of an archer?

"Alright, don’t think too much, after the armor is crafted, I’ll also need your help to prepare some for Edison, Gagarin, and the others. Luckily, I don’t have many students right now, otherwise, with only three months of time, I would be exhausted to death," Lucien said with a successful rouse, smiling as he rubbed Carly’s head.

Carly nodded blankly, then saw Lucien take out a small stack of papers.

Carly’s pupils shrank slightly, but after looking at the armor model in front of her and taking a deep breath, she nodded, "Is this the content I need to learn to craft the armor? No problem, mentor Lucien, I will digest it as quickly as possible."

"Half right," Lucien said with a smile, then pointed to the small stack of papers in Carly’s hands and then to the huge pile beside her, casually adding, "These are just a part of what needs to be learned first; we’ll design some of the basic parts while learning..."

Carly: !!!

...

[Your student Carly has preliminarily mastered the design of the witch tool {Armor·Nameless}, congratulations, you have obtained the witch tool blueprint {Armor·Nameless}·Modified!]

Feeling the information transmitted to his mind, the corners of Lucien’s mouth curled up slightly.

Turning his head, Lucien saw Carly, whose face was somewhat haggard, dozing off on the design table.

On one side, the armor blanks that the alchemist group from the academy had preliminarily refined were now taking shape.

"Let her rest well," Lucien waved his hand gently, releasing a Zero-level Witchcraft to block the surrounding noise for Carly, then he picked up one of the armor parts and started the complex and tedious Enchantment process.

"You’re really going all out, aren’t you..." Count Sanaxis, who had grown quite a bit, glanced at the design blueprints full of revision marks, then looked at the parts prepared for Enchantment on the operation table and clucked his tongue with a hint of admiration.

"According to these rules, if we don’t go all out, it might be difficult to ensure absolute safety even for a Formal Wizard in the blood duels. A moment of carelessness could lead to severe injury," Lucien shook his head slightly, but his hands did not stop moving.

He could imagine the meat grinder-like battle scene that would unfold: groups of Third-level Wizard Apprentices launching attacks, many top Wizard Apprentices would receive gifts from Formal Wizards, and if they formed hunting squads, in a short time, their combat power would be no less than that of a Formal Wizard.

Count Sanaxis glanced at the armor Lucien was crafting, his large eyes rolling as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately he held back with visible effort.

He actually felt that with Carly’s current strength, even without Witch Tools, she would probably be able to rival those top apprentices who had the means of a Formal Wizard, just by relying on her Bloodline. And the things that Lucien was preparing for Carly... they even felt outrageously extravagant to Count Sanaxis.

"This set of Witch Tools you’re making, with several layers of defense stacked on top of each other, even a Formal Wizard would have a hard time breaking through it, wouldn’t they?" Count Sanaxis eventually could not resist muttering quietly.

Lucien just smiled, but did not speak.

After successfully Enchanting the part, Lucien seemed to remember something and frowned slightly. He connected to Count Sanaxis through spiritual power and inquired, "I just feel there’s something strange about this blood duel..."

"What’s so strange about it? It’s either a sacrifice or corruption," Count Sanaxis said casually. "The souls and blood of Wizard Apprentices are also a very precious resource to some extent. During the era of the Wizard Empire, there was a lunatic who sacrificed the lives and souls of nearly half the country’s wizards and forcibly opened up a new grand world..."

Lucien’s wrist trembled, almost throwing the carving knife in his hand.

"Just kidding, haha, look at how cowardly you are, you’re truly a Two-legged Long-haired Monster," Count Sanaxis’s laughter rang out gregariously, seeming to actually be joking with Lucien.

"The grand world, which one are you talking about?"

"The Wizard World," Count Sanaxis’s eyes rolled swiftly, his mouth rambling on and on.

Lucien hesitated for a moment, then took out a grape from the Space Ring.

Count Sanaxis deftly climbed onto the grape and began to suck the juice from within.

However, as Lucien got up, the table shook lightly, and the grape also swayed slightly, slowly rolling across the table.

Caught off guard, Count Sanaxis was now spread out on the table, his body appearing more like a two-dimensional creature.

"Two-legged Long-haired Monster!" Count Sanaxis sounded somewhat indignantly saddened.