When he first obtained the so-called "Secret Treasure of the Great Blacksmith," the young man was still very happy. But after he had tried everything and, through various researches, had opened the so-called seal, he only felt a headache. From simple to difficult, all sorts of equipment were laid out at once, but most of them were already damaged. In fact, a portion of them were simply just the outer shell models. One could see how they were made, but they were already completely useless.
The equipment he currently had on his hand was also something he had been researching and improving ever since he had obtained the so-called secret treasure. He had finally managed to roughly repair it, and it could barely exert its original power. It had to be said that it was truly admirable that such technology had existed as early as 1500 years ago. In fact, from the exposed connection wires at the end, this armor could even be connected to other devices. It was also thanks to this that after connecting these devices to his own technological creations, he, who had no magical energy, could barely use these things. He really didn't know what those magi would think if they saw him like this.
It must be quite ironic. Those magi, and even the famous ones, had once obtained the secret treasure. But the secrets and techniques that these magi couldn't crack with magic, he had cracked them using technology and his own brain.
To be honest, the young man was not very worried about the secret treasure being taken away. After all, he relied on his brain to open the secret treasure. Unless these people had the ability to dig out his brain, and at the same time, keep it active and turn it into a biological computer, otherwise, they still wouldn't be able to open the seal of the secret treasure.
He tried to move his arm. The seemingly heavy equipment was lifted with ease. The magical energy crystal placed in this equipment was activating the Faerie Letters, and the ability endowed by those Faerie Letters naturally had the effect of reducing the weight of the equipment.
"Very good!"
This way, he would have the ability to fight against a magus. Even if this ability still didn't belong to him, but to the equipment. But since the equipment was in his own hands now, it could barely be considered his own ability.
The sound of whistling came from outside the door. The young man understood that this could be considered a warning and a threat, and at the same time, it was a psychological pressure on him. The greater his own pressure, the easier it was for him to make some wrong choices and decisions. It had to be said, as expected of a magus, to even be involved in psychology. Of course, he himself had also been involved in it.
The magus elegantly took small steps, the staff in his hand gently tapping the ground. Accompanied by the sound of the whistling, he got closer and closer to the young man's position. The stream of water, under the control of his own fingers, spread out to the surroundings like his own body, gently patting the surrounding walls and doors. At the same time, a portion of the water also clung to the ground, quietly spreading on the corridor of this floor, and then quietly entered the room through the crack under the door, ready to capture its prey at any time.
The young man, upon seeing this constantly approaching stream of water, once again pulled out an electric wire from his side, and then threw the wire into the water. But this time, it failed to conduct electricity. A faint smile was on the magus's face. This was pure water. Ever since he had suffered a loss downstairs, the magus had already been prepared. It was nothing more than consuming a bit more magical energy and a bit more mental effort to remove all the impurities in the water, leaving only the combination of elements. After alchemy had become a type of magic, every magus more or less had their own understanding of the decomposition and recombination of elements, and at the same time, more or less understood some alchemy. At the very least, the appearance of alchemy had given many people a new understanding of their family's elemental magic. For example, the fact that pure water does not conduct electricity was something that had only become known to magi after the development of chemistry and physics. Otherwise, a long time ago, magi had really thought that those who played with lightning always had the upper hand over those who played with water.
"I've found you. Come out obediently, submit to my family, and hand over [Aslan's Secret Treasure] to us. I can still spare your life. Otherwise, don't blame me for only wanting the treasure and not the person. Heh!"
What responded to this magus was the still-quiet corridor. Even inside the main door, it was completely silent. This was simply a slap in his face. After all, he was somewhat famous in the current world of magi. For just a little brat with no magical talent to slap him, a famous magus, in the face like this... Very good. No matter whether this guy chose to submit or not, he was going to give him a good beating.
"Tsk..."
He frowned, a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face. But soon, this embarrassed expression was quickly reined in. After all, there were still some mercenaries following by his side. He couldn't let these mercenaries see his twisted expression, right? He was an elegant magus. Elegance had to be bound to his face at all times, without the slightest bit of panic. Everything was under his control.
A smile appeared on the magus's face. He pretended that everything was as he had thought. But the facts were indeed more or less so. After all, this magus had not thought that he would definitely make this little brat before him submit. But this little brat was indeed too disrespectful to him.
"I see... so you really have this kind of attitude. Since that's the case, then don't blame me."
The magus took a step back, nodded at the surrounding mercenaries, and then pointed forward with the staff in his hand. A group of mercenaries nodded, charged directly to the door, and then crashed into it. With a loud bang, the originally firmly closed door was directly knocked open. The mercenaries raised the firearms in their hands and rushed into the room.
The floor of the room was scattered with various books and miscellaneous items. Beside them were two electric wires. Clearly, the electric current just now had been sent out using these wires. So their target was indeed here.
But where exactly?
The mercenaries carefully and vigilantly looked around. And in the darkness, a hand directly pulled the nearby power switch. If the water here before had been pure water, then in the time that had just passed, it was enough for the boy to have completely polluted the water here. Otherwise, what were those flower pots that had fallen on the ground for? After all, these flower pots were not enough to withstand the impact of the mercenaries.
Although he couldn't take care of the magus who was staring at him, it was still no problem to take care of these mercenaries. At the very least, he could make them lose their ability to act.
With a series of convulsions, the mouths of several mercenaries were already spitting out black smoke. And the magus frowned. As expected, these guys were completely unreliable. In the end, he still had to do it himself. How troublesome.