lassifiable.Lanche didn't think he had a problem at all.Hubberley could no longer tell who in the room were the good guys and who were the cultists.She dared not imagine what Lorenzo would think when...Chapter 357: Lan Qi's Preparations With Calm

On the second floor of Lord's Mansion in Quinston City, in a timeworn magical workshop adorned with classical décor, aged brown wood carvings formed a staggered counter. Runes carved onto its surface pulsed with a faint, breathing light. (Due to caching reasons, please visit the website directly through your browser for the fastest chapter updates.)

West Germany sat on the armchair in the corner, holding a kitten and watching Lanchi make cards with interest.

Although she was still hearing about the need for someone to watch over a mage artificer when they were crafting cards for the first time, she was happy to help Lancy. Or rather, she had always intended to see how her own Saintess crafted cards.

To this day, she still remembers when she first met Lance during the assessment for the Obliteration Branch of the Herloom Knights. She had taken a liking to his work then, and now, whether it be his carving, painting, or crafting of magical items, she never found him boring.

At the deepest part of the workshop, by the window, a thick silver magic-shielding velvet cloth lay on the worktable. It was designed to minimize the interference of magical devices in the room on materials and tools. Under the warm yellow light, Lynch's shadow projected around him. His focused emerald eyes reflected the magical implements before him.

On Lanchi's right hand, a row of small glass bottles with markings stood neatly arranged. Each bottle contained liquids of different colors and heights - they were magic cores meticulously extracted and measured by him. He had just put down a freshly prepared batch of magic core liquid and immediately turned to his right, effortlessly continuing his work. He used a miniature balance scale and a set of precise graduated cylinders to begin the new mixing process.

"Why is he using so many materials"

West Germany lowered his head in confusion, asking softly beside the little black cat's ear like a breath.

She has also seen other card makers make cards.

As a general rule, people prepare one set of materials to make a magic card once.

And Lan Qi was like a chef in the canteen, preparing the ingredients in portions of ten and twenty before making the cards.

I don't understand meow, every time this kid makes a card, it's like he's preparing for a fifty-pull gacha. But his family seems to be quite wealthy, enough for him to build...

The cat boss also quietly whispered to Xide.

Previously, whenever he stayed at the Ranch dormitory to watch Ranch make cards, he had a high success rate for creating sealing-type magic cards. He was also decent at making spirit and light-type cards. However, his success rate for all other types of magic cards was abysmal.

After thinking about it, the cat boss decided to drop the subject.

Even though the Lanci family was wealthy, they were only at the level of a common merchant. Just from what it heard at the Iketeru Academy, it knew that the Wilford Trade Guild couldn't withstand too much turbulence, and Sigrid, as the Cardinal of the Resurrection Church, was a being from another world.

If one day Ranch's father saw Sigrid, who resembled his daughter-in-law, visiting, the Cat Boss couldn't imagine what would happen.

"That's right then."

West Germany nodded and looked again at Lance's figure.

He was still carefully weighing the changes in properties of the magic crystal powder. Though the magic crystals used were of a low rank, their purity was extremely high. Lanchi gently poured in the required amount. Even the slightest breeze could change the reading on the scale, yet his movements were remarkably delicate, ensuring neither too much nor too little, hitting the mark perfectly every time.

"So skilled, it's heartbreaking."

West Germany quietly commented.

"…"

The cat boss glanced at West Germany and said nothing.

Lance slowly poured the concentrated magical core liquid into the magic crystal powder. The moment it touched, a slight reaction occurred, boiling until it subsided instantly, then began to emit fluorescence. Afterward, he picked up the engraving pen and carefully injected the prepared magic ink into the pen tube until it was eight-tenths full, sealing it tightly.

Having completed the process, he took out a delicate, translucent blank card. This was a necessary material for crafting magic cards, produced only in the Shadow World. It could carry a fixed magical spell and ensure the card's durability and the stability of its magic power.

At his workbench, Lance began unfolding several different variations of commonly used low-level magic scrolls. He gently spread them out; the runes and patterns on their surface appeared as faint blue lines against the light brown moonflower paper. With practiced hands, he used a specially made scalpel and magic to begin extracting the necessary parts. The metal, crafted from a special alloy, could withstand and conduct high-intensity magic, precisely placed in the designated positions on the cards, and then began the reassembly process akin to compiling a scroll.

Magic circuit engraving requires an extremely high level of focus and skill. Even though Lance was clearly engaged in a task that demanded intense concentration, his breathing and heart rate remained steady, as if he were doing something ordinary and mundane.

Even Siegfried and the Cat Boss, amateurs as they were, could tell that the inscription was difficult. The card was covered in a dense mass of demonic script, like ants crawling all over it. Even if they could make it out, they wouldn't want to look too closely.

The Ranch Wind lightly and serenely inscribed his thoughts, looking like he didn't feel like he would fail at all.

Just like an artist painting a familiar old work.

Every stroke is swift and decisive, yet incredibly delicate.

This made West Germany's gaze, fixed on Lynch, carry a few more degrees of solemnity.

Ranch's aura just makes you feel like he is a master artist, and you can't help but wonder what kind of card he will create next!

After several tens of seconds.

Accompanied by rising flames and a violent explosion.

blew up.

"Wow, that's quick!"

In the fading embers, she widened her eyes in wonder.

Although her saint son currently seems a bit extravagant and wasteful, his operation is also a bit perplexing.

But this kind of situation is either an extremely conceited genius or just a fool who aims too high.

She believes that her son must be the former one.

"Boom again…"

The light ward in the Cardmaking Workshop protected Lance from harm. Lance stared blankly at the exploded magic card in his hand, as if everything had happened too suddenly; he hadn't even reacted yet.

"Did I scare you"

He turned back and apologized to West Germany, looking a little embarrassed.

"It's fine, I really like watching fireworks."

West Germany's eyes held a touch of pleased amusement as he encouraged Lance.

Lanche was slightly stunned, as if he were taken aback, or perhaps he received a response that was completely different from what he usually expected.

After a moment, Lance finally came to his senses. He lowered his eyes and let out a relieved sigh.

He would never again say that West Germany was an aging woman who couldn't get married. She was indeed too good for him herself.

West Germany's brow furrowed.

But he only tightened his grip on the cat in his hand, without speaking.

Just like that, Lance turned back to his cards and West continued to chin him.

I don't know how long it had been, but sparks kept bursting in the card-making workshop.

Despite the occasional unexpected noises, the air in the room felt remarkably peaceful between them.

When it grew dark, Lance still hadn't made his target card.

West Germany fell asleep, closing her eyes on the chair. She dozed off in the past.

She seemed to be having a sweet dream, sleeping soundly, even letting out faint snores. Ordinary card-making noises couldn't wake her, and the clattering of tools sounded like thunder to her ears.

"Meow."

The cat boss went to the second-floor guest room and found a thick blanket, which he covered Westley with using his telekinetic magic.

Then it couldn't help but look at Lance with concern.

It felt like West Germany was there, and the Ranch blast was faster.

Before, when he was getting wrecked (by other players), at least he could make a few more moves before going down. Now, he just seems so casual, like he's playing with clay.

Even he didn't have even a little bit of the shame that an ordinary card maker might feel, he just smiled.

It can be seen that after he completely let go of the pressure, he was genuinely happy and found the purest joy in card making.

Cat owner is poorly reviewed, West's reverse buff added to Ranch, is it good or bad

It only knows that once Ranchi returns to the Southern Continent and lets Tata see him like this, his blood pressure is estimated to explode.

As the last sliver of twilight slipped from the horizon, leaving only stars twinkling softly against a backdrop of inky darkness, the world outside sank into the fathomless night. From within the card-making workshop, starlight and moonlight painted shadowy silhouettes through the gaps in the drawn curtains.

The grandfather clock in the corner ticked past midnight, each chime echoing loudly through the workshop.

For an unusually long time, there was not a single jarring sound in the workshop. Finally, from one side of the workbench, a brilliant light emerged from the stillness.

"Hmm..."

It seemed as if he had felt the light, and Sid also slowly opened his eyes. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

She saw in the distance, a glow growing brighter and brighter until it extinguished. In Ranci's hand was a magic card swirling with purple mist.

West Germany quickly came to his senses and shifted his gaze to Lynch.

"Wow, a rare purple magic card. No wonder the little black cat said you were pretty good."

West Germany clapped with great satisfaction.

It took over ten hours to craft a directional purple rare magic card. Although it is second-order, it already demonstrates its exceptional level.

"Cardmaking is my old profession, you know."

Lance said that when he returned to the South Continent, most of his time would probably be spent improving his magical engineering skills. He was still free in the North Continent, and every day was fulfilling and happy.

The cat boss ignored Lanchi's words, jumped down from the armchair, and leaned in to take a closer look at the card Lanchi had made.

It turned out to be a second-level spell, [Transmutation: Human], that Rian and Talia had already thoroughly researched.

However, this version clearly appears to be a special version with variations in appearance.

"You went through all this trouble just to make a new alias"

The cat boss asked in surprise.

It certainly knows that Rance and West lack new disguises, to the extent that last time Rance even lent West the one he used to become Lucky McCassey.

Lance chuckled silently, only lightly touching the card labeled 【Transformation: Human】. His form immediately blurred and twisted, and within Boss Cat's astonished gaze, he reappeared as the image of the Nirvana Saint.

Meow!

The cat boss was so frightened that his fur stood on end, he screamed and jumped into West's arms.

However, it pondered for a moment before suddenly realizing that this was Lynch. It then poked its head out again to observe.

In the distance, Ranch's charisma was still as unique as ever. He hadn't truly taken on the role of the desolate saint.

But in terms of appearance, it can be said to have become seamless!

"You captured others, yet you can disguise yourself as them and blend back into their midst... I don't even know how to describe such a wicked creature."

West Germany saw that Lanchi had become a desolate saint, and at that moment, she basically understood what he was going to do next. She didn't even give him a thumbs-up.

He was simply meant to be on the side of the Resurrection Church.

There is one more chapter, I will try to finish coding it before twelve o'clock.

(The End)

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