How could he not look forward to another magical study?
The books from the quests had been much easier to understand compared to the looted reading. Like textbooks, they had been created for a reader to study for themselves.
His life also resumed its usual routine. In the morning he went hunting with Leica. In the original forest area of their home, there was no longer any significant gain in experience, which is why they relocated their hunting area again.
After a few days of mapping the blood pastures in the new area, they were also able to cross this relatively safely. The creatures they met now were all of a much higher level.
While Leica mostly took over the hunt, he kept an eye out for new or familiar herbs. Instead of devouring books dryly in the library, as he did first, he liked to read while eating, before sleeping or when he was busy using the toilet.
Almost certainly some of the well-known magicians of human civilizations would have turned red at the thought of studying magical reading while shitting. Something he was sure not to let become a habit. In human civilization he would not like to have to explain where he got a book from and why he preferred to study it in the toilet.
He had also modernized a few areas inside his new facility with the help of the various enchantments from the books. On the one hand, he wanted his hot bathing spring back, but this time, instead of a small pool, he created an antique bathing hall with stone statues that released the hot water into a large bathing area.
A few of the statues were based on legends from his ancient world. A sauna was also added to the wellness area. Why did he want to go back to the human cities? Oh yes. Spices. His food had been incredibly monotonous. With the old routine, the old diet of different types of meat also returned.
In the meantime he managed to collect some of the fruits that he had seen in the noble's fruit bowl while hunting - for one of these fruits he took an even more negligent risk on the hunt.
The fruits were on a tree near a blood willow. At first he toyed with the idea of safely removing the blood willow, but the explosion could potentially damage his prey. Sometimes he came like the hungry king out of a fairy tale before whose hands everything could turn into gold. In his cave system he was practically swimming in a sea of priceless resources, but with nothing but meat on his plate.
In order to reach just this one fruit, he decided to jump from one tree to another. He was sure that the blood willows had seismically located their prey. As long as he didn't touch the ground in front of the willow, he should be fine.
To do this he had to jump over some trees. Leica seemed to look away from him with every jump. Was she afraid that as long as she looked she might see something happen?
He, on the other hand, could really feel the adrenaline pumping in his body, couldn't he? The thrill of a gruesome death was still a great source of concentration. The last branch on which he came up and also the stand on his seasoned tree seemed to be loosening, with which his legs quickly hung in the air.
There were probably some better ways to get to the place of your desire, because risking your life in one of the "soil is lava" games. But life was also about fun, wasn't it? Presumably this new world, as well as the experiences he gained in it, had driven his ideas of fun far from common sense.
At the last moment his hands grabbed a branch above him, practically hanging it by a thread - the loosened branch hit the ground, causing a root to hit through the thin soil, grabbing the branch and breaking it in two.
It almost was him down there. The blood willows in their new hunting grounds were much more powerful than the previous ones.
A few days ago they were followed by something that reminded him of a bloody T-Rex. They were pretty deep into the woods that day, but they could barely cut the damn thing. On the chase back they lured the little giant into two nearby blood pastures. The result was so gruesome that he almost felt sorry for the animal that it was practically sucked out of two trees and then torn into small pieces.
With some effort he managed to pull himself up on the branch. He then spent some time picking the tree empty and storing the fruits in his attic where time couldn’t harm them.
The way back turned out to be a bit of a challenge, but in the end it was also mastered by him. Leica denied him any cuddling action for a whole week. Did she think he was a puppy to raise?
First he dealt with studying alchemy and the art of enchantment. Both areas had already rendered him important services that were not to be despised. You could also call it his daily bread. The enchantment, the various patterns, runes and arrays played a central role in the redesign, as well as the expansion of his hiding place. Where he might still move at the beginning, the decision was made to build it again.
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It didn't even take a few weeks before the new extremely high mana density pulled the jungle back up to the hill! The entrance to his home had to be cleaned of plants almost once a day.
Alchemy also experienced a renewed boom, although it took a little while here, but the high mana concentration in the area brought a wide variety of plants to light. Yes, even the damn grass floor was permeated with mana. Mana Gras seemed to be calling the system. This turned the whole place into a single gold mine!
He spent the longest time studying golem technologies. Almost everything here had been uncharted territory for him. The readings didn't go beyond the stone creations, but there were what felt like a ton of things to consider in the creative process. Although some read like a construction manual from Ikea, it was not as easy as assembling a Kallax shelf.
But on the contrary. Despite the spelling that reminded him of scientific treatises, much knowledge consisted of rituals, incantations and other things. The time in which he tried to grasp the world within the framework of the perception of his previous ones faded very quickly.
Anyone who has read a book of Scientific Origin knows the amount of time it could eat. Most of the time he had dealt with the humanities in his previous life, and even those books had to be read very carefully. Chores for which you had more than a month to complete, were only fifteen pages long and had to be properly formatted, you could spend weeks reading the required material alone.
You don't just read a book, or a novel, and most of it will be forgotten afterwards. You were forced to take notes and go over things over and over again. His mind was strengthened by his intelligence value, which made it easier to collect information, to save it, to call it up and of course he could also think a little faster, which meant that the information could partly be processed in parallel.
Finally, he was seized by his enthusiasm for experimentation in connection with the Golem technologies. How not? There was something new in his magical study. In addition, the books on alchemy provided completely new possibilities up to the creation of elixirs that brought some lasting effects. Many of the new enchantments had also applied to Golem technology.
He also learned a few important bits of information about general knowledge and beyond from the books. So the mana mud, like the manastone, turned out to be known resources, but were strictly regulated by the various states, making private sale almost impossible. So if he had sold something, he would probably have ended up on every watch list!
His gaze wandered through the newly furnished room for the production of golems, with the preserved metal specimen, which he looted inside the pyramid, placed in a corner of the room as an ornament. He couldn't find the slightest information about this model in his books. It seemed to have been designed in the last days of this civilization. Certainly it had never been impossible for him to understand.
Right before his eyes under him was his current project. A small stocky body sculpted only from mana stone. This stone he thought was the best possible base material. The shape he chose for the body was reminiscent of a dwarf, but without a beard or other characteristics that could have produced a direct resemblance.
The basic shape wasn't really difficult to produce, because the developer was free to choose the shape that he liked best. Most complicated was the core of the character that had to be prepared. There were two popular places for placement, either in the torso or the head of the golem. Both places had their merits. In his case, he opted for the torso, the interior of which at the moment resembled a capsule. There he had to let in another previously formed mana stone in the center of which a mana crystal was floating.
There were various options for the liquid, but also for practical reasons he decided on the mana mud. There was hardly a better conductivity for it! The whole process was so extravagant that kings, magicians, and others would probably vomit their innards if they could see how he handled these resources. But what else could he have done with it?
He was already using it for several different enchantments in his hiding place. The mud was so rich in mana that it was constantly releasing it into its surroundings. He couldn't have asked for a better leader.
The enchantments were attached to the inside and outside of the capsule and served different purposes. The creation of this special core alone cost him several days, which were divided into individual steps.
But the most essential part of the whole thing was still missing, because until now it was still an inanimate object. Golems were mostly inhabited by various contract creatures that had to be summoned. In most cases elementals were used for this, but nature spirits could also be used. It was important to pay attention to the purpose of the golem. Elementals had natural gifts or skills that were directly related to their element.
So there were also spirits who loved fighting. Souls or consciousnesses that could not break away from the world. In his case, a small elemental stone should be sufficient.
Incantations were more complicated matters. For them it was necessary to draw them from another plane of existence. A simple mana crystal in the center of the arrangement could serve as a makeshift vessel for the elemental, because without it it would be sent straight back to its plane. Of course, the crystal was chosen to be as small as possible. So that a quick contract could be concluded. One did not want to give strong elementals time to think about it as soon as they had the opportunity for a body.
It was important to mention that these ties were not a bond like the one with Leica, but a contract that was firmly regulated.
The summoning failed the first few times, and he had to draw the summoning pattern over and over again. The crystals also burned through each time. The waste of resources would have driven wealthier traders in the kingdoms long ago into financial ruin.
Security also had a price; the world basically still offered all the resources you needed, but you had to take risks for that.
Only the ninth incantation brought the desired success, a young stone elemental rose in a circle itself, whereby it had a shade of gray as described, while it had no physical body. Without the constant supply of mana during the summoning or a fluctuation in it, it would evaporate immediately, with which it found its way back into its sub dimension.
The Elemental looked directly at him, communicating with him through some kind of mind link, just as Leica usually did. It could also be called telepathy. He couldn't initiate it himself without the direct link, but once the link was up, it was mostly stable.
Elementary: “Why? Want? Contract?"
Magna: “Help, build this shelter, build and shape, because it gives pleasure and protection. Looking for metal ores. "
Elementary: "No. No vessel ”
Magna pointed to the body he had created on the plate inside his laboratory, whereupon the translucent shape turned slightly to inspect the body? Well, he assumed it was analyzing the body. He could almost swear he saw the elemental tremble.
Elementary: “Yes, contract. Contract, yes. Yes. Yes. ”
Well at least the elemental had proven its taste, after all the body consisted only of the finest materials! If it had been physical, it would have been salivating.