Chapter 356: What Level is Lan Qi as a Card Maker?

In the soft afternoon sun, as time drifted by, Lance and Sid, holding a cat in his arms, followed an ancient stone road to Lord's Mansion of Cinston City.

As they approached the building, their eyes fell upon a brick-walled manor, its intricate geometric patterns intertwined with lush climbing plants, as if bearing the marks of time. A grand pair of oak double doors stood before them, engraved with the crest of the Cinston family, depicting a soaring green bird.

Lord Levinston, having already returned home, opened the door and invited the two guests inside.

Next to the study on the second floor of the lord's manor, there is a workshop used for making magic items.

Soon, Sir Levan Quinston led the two of them to the workshop's door.

"Once the prison finishes its work, Xia will send all the prisoners' documents here."

Lord Quentin said.

The governor had previously instructed them that he needed all of the criminal's identification, and to confiscate all removable magic cards from him.

"Well, thank you."

Lanche stood by the door and replied.

Xia Ya has taken over the educator's work from Da Ai poet, so he can now make cards at ease.

As I gently pushed open the door to the workshop before me, before even crossing the threshold of this seemingly ancient gateway, a strange, ethereal magic began to weave itself into a shimmering veil above the door.

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What came into view was a room completely different from the mansion's décor.

The neat counter seems to be a witness of time. It's not too ornate or complicated, only the archaic atmosphere makes people feel the order and sequence.

He turned and looked back at Xīdé: "Xīdé, my card-making time is unpredictable, it might get pretty boring later?"

Like she used to wait for him to make cards at her old home in Nan Wan Tina, sometimes Talia would wait for him all afternoon.

Of course, for a demon who has lived for hundreds of years, the flow of time might be different. An afternoon in Talia's eyes would probably just be a blink, so she never realized how precious time was, and her marriageable age quietly passed.

Unlike Sigrid, she is a very popular type of normal woman. Her age has prevented her from getting married, probably only because she is too outstanding, and cannot be classified in the same category as Talia.

"Everything feels so boring, I don't know why. I just feel like before you have dinner tonight, you might want to punch me first."

West looked into Lanchi's eyes, feeling that he was becoming more and more presumptuous. She was starting to guess his thoughts.

Thankfully, none of the people he knows can read minds, or this kid would end up in the hospital sooner rather than later. He might even skip the hospital altogether.

"How is that possible?"

Ranch sighed lightly, making sincere eye contact with West, and raised his palm to gesture for her to enter the room.

The spacious card-making workshop was equipped with a complete set of high-end facilities. Although Westley didn't understand the work of the artificers, she could see that having such things in a remote town was already quite remarkable.

Not long after, the steward of the mansion prepared and delivered the items on the list as instructed by Lord Quintston.

Besides whiteboard cards, energy crystals, imprint magic stones, and magic nuclei liquids, there is a bunch of demonic materials. In the Protoss Empire, it's easier to buy props needed for demonic magic writing cards than in the Heston Kingdom.

You can leave at any time during the process, it won't affect me. I'm very relaxed while making the cards.

Lance moved a chair to one side of the room, farther from the workbench, leaving ample space. He gestured toward it, indicating that it was for Sid.

"Okay."

West Germany nodded and walked to the chair, settling down languidly and leaning back with one hand propping her chin. Her head tilted slightly, like a queen watching a play.

Her gaze was calm and fixed ahead, seemingly quite interested in what lay before her.

From now on, she'll only be watching the time it takes to whisk together the Chantilly cream.

"Do you guys still have a card maker's association in the Southern Continent?"

In West Germany's thinking room, he asked.

If she remembered correctly, there were seven ranks in total, from the lowest iron, bronze, silver, gold, platinum, and magic crystal, to the highest master craftsman.

Except for the last rank, Grandmaster, which is almost purely an honorary title, the first six ranks have very clear and strict promotion requirements and divisions, so as a Northerner, she could roughly understand what level each rank corresponds to in their Northern Continent.

The Northern Continent doesn't have the super-large, multinational guild organizations like those found in the Southern Continent. Within the Protoss Empire's territory, Cardmakers are recognized as a branch of Artificers.

Regardless of which branch of high-level mages, in the Empire all have a high income.

According to her judgment, a magic engineer who could obtain the registration license of Nan Continent was no longer at the apprentice level. Tier Iron was probably a magic engineer who could stand alone in the Protoss Empire, while Bronze was an elite magic engineer. Silver was a very skilled magic engineer who could easily produce purple rare quality magical items. Gold could even become a royal magic engineer, and this level was even enough to create pink sacred works.

Even at the Platinum-tier level of Master Craftsmen, be it Scroll Masters, Artifact Makers, Card Makers, or Tool Smiths, there are only a handful in the entire Protoss Empire. And all of them are under the utmost protection of the Protoss Empire. Not even the Church of Domination is allowed to get close to them, not that the Protoss Empire would ever allow it.

Because their Ba Tian branch mostly revered Sieglinde's martial prowess, the ratio of mage engineers or researchers was very low. It was rare to find a few skilled mage engineers among her subordinates; they were all personally recruited talents by her.

As for the Saint Child, Siegfried had only known that her Saint Child also possessed the ability of a Machinist. Since she needed him to manage the entire Overlord branch for her, she didn't consider having him also handle research.

Until today, she was certain he was from South America and saw the outrageous "Fake Slate - Wind" card before suddenly realizing that she didn't know the Saint's card-making level.

The most popular branch of magic engineers in the Southern Continent is the card maker. This kid might be pretty good even in the Protoss Empire.

She was thinking.

"Yes, the association is pretty good. It offers a lot of convenience, of course, but there's also corresponding work that comes with enjoying these privileges."

Beneath a warm, amber glow, the workshop and dwelling were cut off from the world outside. Shimmering light danced across magical measuring instruments and meticulously crafted platters. Lanarch stood at his workbench, like a painter lost in his own world, checking material ratios as he prepared for his task, confirming to himself.

I don't know if he can return to the Southern Continent, and whether the Platinum-level final review will go smoothly. If it does, he'll still have to help as an examiner for the test. As one of the highest-level assessments in the Southern Continent, the Platinum-level Card Maker Exam.

After coming to the northern continent, most of his time was occupied by work, official duties, and travel. Now that he thinks about it carefully, there are very few opportunities to pick up these tools again.

“…”

Seeing Lan Qi begin to focus on his work, Xi De no longer bothered him.

How are the magic cards he made?

West Germany bent down and whispered to the little black cat.

"I'm not sure... but it seems to be a particularly powerful kind."

The cat boss raised his head, a hint of confusion in his eyes, and answered hesitantly.

It initially thought this guy was a noob, constantly getting wrecked and pretending to be a pro card maker.

Until he saw the 【Nuclear Fusion Wolf】 later, he realized that this newborn could make epic cards.

But it didn't dare tell Sigrid Ranch about the suspected platinum-level card maker.

There are only dozens of platinum-tier or higher card makers in the entire Southern Continent, and it's easy to find them there.

If Sigrid knew Lance's true identity, it wouldn't dare dream of the day a cardinal from the Resurrection Church would personally visit its cat-owning boss's restaurant!

If its home is mistaken for a den of heretics by the archbishops! That kind of thing absolutely mustn't happen!!

Please vote for me at the end of the month! I beg you! Thank you!

(The End)

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