I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means

"Why would you suddenly want this?"

Lis looked at Captain Loren, curiously asking.

There's not much of value in terms of magic materials on a Siren, only the vocal cords are somewhat valuable.

Besides that, Lis had thrown away even the meat of the Siren.

Although Lis was interested in delicacies, and seemed curious about the meat of Magic Beasts and Extraordinary Creatures, he refused to eat any humanoid creatures.

Like Sirens, goblins, Centaurs...

There are indeed true warriors in this world who dare to try, but Lis still could not accept it.

"I heard that magic items or equipment made from magic materials from Extraordinary Creatures have a certain resistance to the abilities of those creatures themselves,"

"Although you said that the Blessing from the Church of the Gods has certain effects, we still want to acquire such magic items,"

"You should have collected the materials from the Siren, and being a Mage, you should be able to make those magic items, right?"

After Loren finished speaking, Navin nodded on the side, adding:

"Please rest assured, we will definitely not forget the appropriate reward,"

Navin fully displayed what it means to be rich and imposing.

Glancing at Loren beside him, Navin hesitated for a moment, then continued:

"We... need two magic items made from Siren materials, what would be the cost?"

Indeed, not only is he rich, but he also seems quite shrewd, not like a wealthy novice out for his first adventure!

Although Siren vocal cords are a rare magic material, its uses are not numerous.

A general portion of Silver Level materials could be worth several hundred to one thousand gold coins, and a Siren vocal cord should be worth around five hundred gold coins.

The cost of making a magic item is generally half the value of the material.

"For two items, it'd be one thousand five hundred gold coins,"

Lis said offhand; more than the reward, his sudden burst of interest fascinated him more.

"No problem, thank you for your generosity," Continue reading on My Virtual Library Empire

Navin nodded and agreed quite easily.

A Silver Level magic item is worth around one thousand gold coins; it was clear Lis wasn't trying to rip him off.

Even though one thousand five hundred gold coins was a lot, it was not much for Lis at this point.

However, Navin's thoughts did give Lis a reminder.

Being a Mage, working without the spirit of Gandalf is soulless!

Previously, Lis's ability was still quite low, and he didn't yet have the capability to craft magic items.

Later, it was because...

The items stored in Mr. Stephens' warehouse were just too useful!

Actually, when Lis was working on developing the "Self-Charging Magic Pattern," he was already in the process of making magic items.

Lis had also learned the basic techniques from Mr. Stephens.

However, Lis had never really done it himself before.

It seems recently he's been getting busier with more and more things.

Arcane research and development!

Training in combat skills!

Exploring the Dream World!

Now, he could consider adding the crafting of magic items and equipment.

This is about the future development of a Mage.

Actually, most Mages are just artillery; it's in the Magic Workshop, Mage Tower where they are strongest.

This has to do with the Mage's manual abilities.

The future Floating City is still waiting for me!

Lis thought about this, and his motivation suddenly surged relentlessly.

But there's no rush for now.

Loren and Navin left to join the sailors' celebration.

Many were already drunk and staggering, starting to dance to add to the fun.

Just now, while Helen was carefully approaching where Lis and Loren were talking, she cast a flickering gaze at the drink that the adults were gulping down.

Following Lis these past days, although Lis hadn't spoken much to Helen, she was gradually letting down her guard and slowly showing her lively and innocent side as a little girl.

Helen, feeling warmth from others for the first time in a while, also found that life on board with others wasn't as harsh and dangerous as her previous experiences had been.

"Uncle, what are you drinking?"

Helen tugged at one man's sleeve, whispering.

"What?"

"You mean this?"

Charles, who was already drunk and bleary-eyed, looked down at the little girl who barely reached his waist, noticing her gaze fixed on the cup in his hand.

"What, you want this, eh!"

"Here, here, try some, it's good stuff!"

Charles handed his wooden cup to Helen, quite carelessly.

The sailors' cups used for drinking beer were quite large; Helen held Charles' cup in her arms with both hands, quite curious.

There was still half a cup of beer left in the cup; the amber liquid, slightly frothy, looked rather beautiful under the fiery glow of the bonfire.

Helen looked at the beer in the cup, her cute little nose leaned forward to sniff, and the faint scent of barley was quite nice.

Swallowing her saliva, Helen was indeed a bit thirsty after just eating a grilled fish.

Stealing a glance at Lis, finding he wasn't noticing, Helen took a small sip.

The beer tasted slightly bitter but was quickly overlaid by the stimulating effect of alcohol, and a rich fragrance spread through her mouth.

Helen, being a little girl, preferred the sweet taste of pastries.

But for some reason, Helen quite liked the taste of the beer.

She sat at the side, holding the cup and sipping the beer in small mouthfuls.

When Charles turned around after clinking cups with another sailor, he realized Helen had already finished the beer he had been drinking.