Initiating a Plant Revolution in the Otherworld

Chapter 144 Setting up a warning magic circle (recommendation ticket requested)

The powder made from shadow ore is used as the main material, and other materials are fused together to produce the main material that can depict the middle-level warning magic circle.

As the elf saintess, although she is still young, Illya has been deeply immersed in the field of magic circles.

Ron only asked for a simple warning magic circle, which couldn't be easier for Illya.

Using the magic hand to draw the outline of the magic circle on the ground, Illya looked serious and immersed in it.

She can always maintain the most devoted state in anything dealing with the magic circle.

"Is there a small amount of this magic material mined?" Ron asked as he was idling aside.

"More and less are just relative concepts." As long as it is related to the magic circle, Ilya has always said everything. "For example, the main ingredient in it is the shadow ore, which is actually an associated stone deep in the vein of some ordinary ore."

"In the Bandlers Mountains, veins of ordinary ore are quite common, but there are not many shadow ore associated with it."

"Of course, if dozens of related veins are excavated, the output of Shadow Ore is still very rich."

"However, this richness is only for magicians."

"If you want to spread the magic circle to thousands of ordinary people, then its number is far from enough."

The obsession is deep... Ron couldn't help sighing when he heard Illya's last words.

Illya's biggest wish is to spread the magic circle to ordinary people.

However, the popularization of knowledge and lack of materials in the magic circle, as well as deeper class problems, are all obstacles in the way of this matter.

Although Ron admired the other party's ideals, he didn't care much about such thankless things.

To improve the lives of ordinary people, maybe it is more reliable to rely on the plants provided by the system?

Ron didn't think about it any more.

He is not a particularly ambitious person. If he is happy and makes the people around him happy, he will be satisfied.

Ron took Illya to draw a warning magic circle around the land, and returned to the prayer house to meet the new nuns.

After confirming that the nuns who came this time were also aunts and aunts, Ron, full of helplessness, got into the carriage with Illya and Sylvie and came to the factory in the suburbs.

Hand over twenty macaroni vines to several group foremen, and teach them how to use them on the spot.

Ron pinched a macaroni vine and controlled it to stretch out dozens of vines more than ten meters long.

These vines stretched into piles of elemental cards, and accurately sucked the cards that Ron needed with the suction cups.

Finally, in just ten seconds, a deck of elemental cards was sorted out.

And if this work is handed over to employees, it will take at least ten people to complete it with the skilled cooperation.

The employees in the factory stared at the scene in front of them with wide eyes, and their hearts were full of disbelief.

Although this world is full of vindictiveness and magic, these things are too far away for the low-level people.

It is probably the first time in many people's lives that they can see this kind of miraculous thing up close.

Illya stood aside, she didn't care at first, but just glanced around, thinking about the process of setting up the magic circle later.

But after Ron took out the macaroni vine, her eyes couldn't help being drawn to it.

But that's all.

Ron ordered the staff to start trying, and then took Illya around the factory to set up a warning magic circle.

In this way, the safety of the factory building and the suburban land is guaranteed.

"Dinner tonight? Invite Edith, by the way."

The three returned to the carriage, Ron suggested out of kindness.

Illya sat opposite Ron, her two long legs were close together and leaned slightly to the left, outlining a slender arc under the long skirt.

She shook her head, looked at Ron seriously, and said, "His Royal Highness Ron, there is one thing I must tell you clearly, elf saintesses will not marry foreigners."

"..." Ron froze for a moment, feeling that these words were quite familiar.

"Edith appreciates your friend very much. If she has done anything that misunderstood you, I am here to apologize to you on her behalf." Ilya bowed slightly.

Ron couldn't laugh or cry: "I don't mean that to Edith..."

"That's why I misunderstood you." Illya said so, but her eyes didn't mean it at all. It was just a step down for Ron, "There's no need for dinner, I have to go back to work in the laboratory."

"Then I'll take you back to the academy." Ron held his forehead, feeling a little helpless.

A few minutes later, Illya was sent off the carriage, and Ron and Sylvie headed to the flower shop.

On the way, Sylvie suddenly said, "Your Highness Ron, please pay attention to something."

"Well? What's the matter?"

"The new employee Yuna, I have already sent someone to investigate"

"Although the foundation is clean and there are no major problems with the traces of the past, there are still some strange things in some small details that need to be investigated in depth."

"So during this time, please be careful."

Ron frowned. Didn't expect the convent to have this ability?

He has always regarded the convent as an institution for prostitution of magician labor, but he has not paid attention to its other functions.

Ron didn't reveal Yuna's true identity to her face, but just nodded to express her understanding.

Even without Sylvie's reminder, Ron still had enough vigilance towards Yuna.

It's just because there is a system to cover everything, so Ron is still relaxed, and his nerves are not particularly tense.

Back at the flower shop, Ron first took a look at the bar next door.

There were two or three scattered guests, most likely attracted by the lovely Yuna, sitting in front of the bar.

Ron watched for a while, and saw that the guests drank a few glasses of wine or fruit juice, frowning while sticking out their tongues, but forced a smile in front of Yuna.

Yuna put on a pitiful posture of a little woman, blending a drink that she only dared to take a sip of, which made the corners of Ron's eyes twitch.

After all the guests had left, Ron sat in front of the bar, knocked on the table and reminded, "Don't just sell things."

"Don't worry, I drank it first after it was adjusted." Yuna rolled her eyes, "And those few are perverts like you, hmph, none of them are good."

"Hey, don't slander people casually." Ron said helplessly, and then asked casually, "Is anyone going to visit the second floor this afternoon?"

"No." Yuna said unhappily, "What's the good business of your shabby shop?"

"In other people's taverns and bars, there are bartender girls who accompany them to drink and play, maybe they even sleep with them."

"What do you have here? Do you expect your aunt to betray me?"

Ron didn't explain, after all, he wasn't sure if the store could make money.

And he didn't regard making money as the primary purpose of this store.

"I'm the one who runs this shop for fun, it doesn't matter if there are customers or not."

"Besides, wouldn't it be easier for you to have no customers? Anyway, you're getting dead wages, why ask so many questions?"

After Ron finished speaking, he got up and walked to the flower shop.

"Come on, let's go back to dinner."

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