Online game: Confession of love to a noble daughter at the beginning

The sky was turning pale, and Hernie hurried to the martial arts arena.

"Professor Victor! Professor Victor!"

Victor, who was practicing swordsmanship, heard Hernie's voice and put down the long sword in his hand.

With a bang, the long sword pierced the ground.

"Professor Victor, the batch of fine steel you ordered has arrived."

Hearing that the fine steel he ordered had arrived, Victor nodded to Hernie, sheathed the sword, and hung the long sword back on the wall.

"Let's go."

Victor took Hernie to the gate of the mansion.

Seeing a full car of fine steel outside the gate, Victor just lifted the cloth and took a rough look, and then asked the servant to accept it.

"Professor, don't we need to weigh these fine steels specifically?"

"There is no need for that."

This batch of fine steel is the best quality fine steel in the Delin family. Gwen is very concerned about it, so naturally she will not cheat.

The money has been paid in advance.

The driver waved the whip in his hand, and the carriage gradually left.

Victor turned around and walked towards the mansion with Vega. Heni stayed where she was, tilting her head and looking at him, muttering:

"Why is the professor so busy every day?"

She shook her head and jumped towards the flowers.

...

With a "squeak", Vega smelled a damp, metallic smell.

This is the basement of Victor's mansion, and also Victor's "laboratory".

Vega knew that once Victor appeared here, it meant that he would make his weird toys again.

Victor spread some fine steel on the table and stared at the player's synthesis production book.

In order to keep the supply of the prop store, he would make two hundred bottles of magic potions in the basement every day, and always have one hundred bottles of blood potions on him for emergency use.

As a power leveler, the habit of hoarding medicine has been engraved in his soul.

Because of this, his crafting proficiency has risen to level 3.

He can start making some props in level 3 crafting.

Victor took out a bunch of crystals of various colors from the player's backpack.

"Oh? These are the remaining ones brought back by Gwen Volcano. This is what the little princess collected for you yesterday."

Vega looked at the crystals in Victor's hand with some curiosity.

But Victor just kept holding his chin with one hand, frowning and looking at the air in front of him.

Seeing him like this, Vega knew that Victor would definitely not respond to it, so he stopped asking.

After searching the crafting table for a long time, Victor finally found the props that satisfied him.

According to the materials required on the prop table, Victor weighed the crystals and fine steel.

The weight was just right, and there was not even a gram difference.

Soon, the table was filled with red and green crystals, and three uneven fine steels were placed on it.

Victor gradually built a formation on the synthesis table, with the triangular pattern as the core, the square ring as the auxiliary, and the runes inlaid on it.

Suddenly, a strong light burst out on the production table.

Vega stared at the strong light, and the light suddenly illuminated its hair like a white bird.

In fact, it has never been able to understand Victor's craftsmanship that only requires materials to make, and can only attribute it to the one-in-a-million creation magic.

As the light gradually faded, Vega stared at Victor's final product with wide eyes.

These are two small and exquisite iron cards, shining coldly and extremely sharp.

The patterns on them are also different. One card has green patterns, and the other has red patterns.

Victor looked at the deck of cards in front of him and knew that he had succeeded. Not only did he make a third-level prop, but he also injected the two elements of wood and fire into it.

"What is the use of this thing?"

Vega asked curiously, looking at the iron flying cards, he couldn't understand it at all.

No matter how powerful and sharp this thing is, it is just a flying card.

It would be great if the flying card could kill the enemy, but such a fragile iron card might be dodged by someone, and the two cards would be completely useless.

Victor did not answer it, but just silently repeated the steps just now.

A strong light continued to shine from the basement.

I don’t know how long it took, Vega felt that his eyes were almost blinded.

Victor also stopped.

Several iron cards filled the entire production table.

"One, two, three... twenty... seventy-three... one hundred and eight."

"You made two decks of playing cards? Do you want to draw a few cards as the big and small kings?"

Playing cards exist in this world, and it is one of the few pleasures for gamblers.

When he was practicing, Victor was most willing toWhat Victor wants to do is to go to the casino to have a fun and exciting gambling with one gambler after another in his spare time, and he wins more every time.

So, how to identify whether an NPC is a gambler in the game?

It's very simple, just ask the other party if he wants to play cards.

To a certain extent, NPCs are more addicted to gambling than players.

But Weijia was very puzzled. Since he wanted to make weapons, why didn't he make a wand? Even if it was a close-range weapon, at least a dagger would be fine.

I didn't expect Victor to make a bunch of these things.

Victor put a deck of cards of the same color in a magic circle. This time the magic circle had fifty-four small circles, each card had a position, and the middle was the largest circle.

Soon, another burst of strong light came on.

Weijia's eyes turned white, and he felt dizzy again.

All he could hear was a strong metal collision in front of him, as if something was overlapping and squeezed together.

When the light gradually faded, Vega only saw two iron cards, but they were a little thicker than before.

"How did you do it? They overlapped?"

Victor ignored it, just picked up one of the flying cards and threw it at the wooden man.

The moment the red flying card flew out, a card instantly turned into a deck of cards, and fifty-two iron cards were nailed to the wooden man, igniting a blazing flame.

The moment the flame ignited, the card turned back, and a white smoke like steam instantly rose, cooling the temperature of the card.

They floated around Victor, and the card body emitted a faint red light, like a loyal guard.

Vega looked at the countless flying cards spinning around Victor and blinked.

Victor explained lightly:

"It can make up for my shortcomings in the field of close combat."

Vega listened to his words and thought.

Insufficient in the field of close combat?

You didn't say that when you were fighting close combat with warriors and knights.

Vega thought Victor was just trying to show off, but he had no evidence.

At least he hadn't seen anyone get close to Victor and threaten him, not even Disaster.

"So, do you have any names for these cool playing cards? I've never seen such a weapon."

Victor narrowed his eyes, his consciousness moved slightly, the flying cards stopped spinning, and reassembled into a deck, attached to Victor's waist.

"I call it, fate."

Vega said very flatteringly.

"What a perfect name."

...

Victor put away his fate and walked out of the basement.

As soon as he came out, he saw the little succubus running over anxiously.

"Teach! Professor!"

She was a little out of breath and handed Victor a letter.

Victor frowned in confusion.

Things like delivering letters are usually done by servants.

Heni took a break and explained:

"Professor, I was just about to go to the prop store, but this letter flew into the mailbox at the door, and it was signed by you."

"Then I sent it to you."

Heni smiled happily, as if helping Victor made her particularly happy.

Victor nodded, no longer doubting, but saw that Heni was still standing there, looking shy, and there seemed to be some expectation in her eyes.

Victor: "?"

While he was thinking about whether he had forgotten when, Heni spoke a little embarrassedly.

"Professor, you haven't touched my head today."

"..."

Okay, one touch a day.

He put his hand on the top of Heni's head and rubbed it again and again.

A full sense of happiness filled the top of her head, and Heni was very satisfied.

After Victor took his hand back, she felt a little unsatisfied, but it seemed that she suddenly remembered how outrageous the request she had just made was, and her cheeks flushed.

"I, I, I... Professor! I'll go to work now!"

As she said that, Heni ran away, covering her red face.

Victor's hand hovered in the air.

Just now, he saw Heni's level.

lv7.

Is the upgrade speed of this succubus a bit too fast?

Vega stood aside, his eyes more thoughtful.

"What did you think of?"

Victor asked the crow, and Vega said slowly:

"I suddenly thought that the original demon is a collection of magic that arouses emotions. They don't have a substantial body and soul."

"I'm guessing a possibility. When Yem was blown up by you, part of its characteristics did not completely withdraw from Heni's body, so Heni possessed part of the power of greed."

"To sum up, the reason why this little succubus has been getting stronger may be because you satisfied her greed."Victor thought about it for a while. This kind of thing was rather outrageous. He had never seen such a scene before.

But what Vega said made sense. Or rather, this was the only reason that could explain why the succubus could increase its magic power without any special sexual behavior.

"If that's the case, then Heni's greed is really easy to satisfy."

Vega himself didn't quite believe it after saying that.

Just patting her head and hugging her every day can satisfy her. Can this really be considered greed?

Victor listened to Vega's words quietly and weighed the letter in his hand.

"It's good after all."

"You're right. Then, did the Mage Council send you a letter again?"

The magic power on the envelope was still very strong, but the difference this time was that there was no magic puzzle on it.

Victor took Vega back to the study and opened the envelope with magic.

The phantom mage on the letter appeared again.

"We meet again, Sir Victor."

Victor still looked at him coldly and said lightly.

"If the council does not agree to my request, it will not reply to my letter, but it is not like your style to agree to all my requests."

"Tell me, what is it that is worth inviting me at all costs."

The wizard shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"You really can't hide anything from you, Sir Victor."

He straightened his posture and said in a serious voice:

"In fact, our Mage Council does need your help."

"According to the fable, Endymion will suffer a disaster soon."