I am a mage, with an infinite mana bar!

A magical patent... and to the point of being able to produce high-quality spellbooks...

As an experienced businessman and a spellcaster, the boss naturally understood what this meant.

This might not seem like much to those white-bearded, seasoned mages, but Lynn was just a child who hadn't fully grown up yet.

According to her understanding, it often takes more than ten or even several decades to master a spell to the point of being able to create high-quality spellbooks.

Lower-level magic is much easier, but it will still take at least a few years.

This child has just joined the Golden Tower; with such talent, his future development will only accelerate.

Thinking of this, she smiled broadly and said to Lynn:

"Sir, since this is your first time visiting my shop, I'll give you a 40% discount this time."

Lynn immediately wanted to wave his hand to refuse. He felt there was no need to save money for Luke. That guy could probably buy all the goods in the store with just one painting in his office.

But then he changed his tune, "You're too kind. But no need for that this time. After all, it's our first meeting, and I should do my part to support your business. If we have the opportunity to cooperate in the future, I hope you can give me some appropriate discounts."

This aligns with the boss's wishes; she also wants Lynn to spend more money at her store.

Making friends with such a promising young person would be a huge boost to her shop's reputation.

"Besides, I'm here on official business," Lynn said with a smile. "Please put it on Mr. Luke's tab."

Mr. Luke? Is he Luke Gattuso, the butler who was transferred from the capital six months ago?

The boss's eyes widened, and seeing Lynn's calm smile, he tacitly accepted the guess.

"No problem, but I need to write down your name, that's the rule."

Lynn smiled knowingly, "Lynn Lowell."

"Okay," the shopkeeper quickly finished registering the order, smiling as he handed the packaged goods to Lynn. "Mr. Lynn, welcome back next time!"

Back at the Magic Book Workshop, Old Neil led Lynn to a private studio inside.

Although it's called a studio, it's more like a study, with a heavy solid wood desk in the center of the room and a row of bookshelves crammed full behind it.

The air was filled with the smell of parchment and iron ink, a unique odor that blended animalic, bitter, musty, and rusty notes.

The industrial feel of printing ink was completely different from the world he had lived in.

More primitive and rough, as if he were not in a civilized study, but in the wild, living with animals and plants.

But Lynn, who had just experienced the stench of the magic materials shop, easily adapted to the smell.

"Very good, now the materials are complete." Old Neil checked the materials Lynn had bought, nodded, gestured for Lynn to sit at the desk, and then went around to sit on the other side.

"For a newcomer making a spellbook for the first time, getting to know all the necessary materials and tools is a crucial first step."

As the old man spoke, he took two items out of the drawer.

A bottle of pale green magic potion. "This is a stimulant."

A dark blue candle, half-burnt, "This is Daydream Incense."

Lynn nodded. It seemed that this was the incense he had just smelled that could stimulate spirituality.

Daydream? That's an interesting name.

However, when one's spirit is active, it is indeed somewhat similar to dreaming.

"Now, I need to see the specifics of your spell. Is it convenient for you to cast it here?" Old Neil asked.

He specifically asked whether Lynn's shaping magic was similar to fire arrows, the type that could damage the indoor environment.

Lynn smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's safe."

As he spoke, he quickly drew the spell for "Frost Ring" in his mind. In just a few breaths, an ice ring obediently appeared beside Lynn, and even its rotation speed slowed down considerably.

Taking advantage of the brief lull, Old Neil pulled out a monocle with a silver chain, put it on, and looked up to see that the magic was complete, leaving him stunned.

He quickly snapped out of his daze and focused intently on the ice ring through his glasses.

"Not bad, the shape is very well done," he nodded, smiling at Lynn. "To be honest, if it were an ordinary person who doesn't know magic, they might mistake it for a delicate ice sculpture."

This is extremely high praise for shaping magic.

Those familiar with shaping magic know an unspoken truth: the more realistic and complete the form created by this type of magic, the stronger the spellcaster, the higher their control over the magic, and even the greater the power of the magic itself.

"That's enough." The old man waved his hand, signaling Lynn to put away the magic.

Then he handed Lynn a small, open bottle.

"Pour in a little ink, then add one-third of the spiritual binder, and stir well."

He explained, "Spiritual fixatives are highly volatile, so don't pour out too much at once before each use, otherwise it's easy to waste it."

Lynn understood that the spiritual binder had a unique effect and was a material used in the production of high-quality spellbooks and magical items, so its price was naturally high.

This small bottle costs 1 gold coin and 70 silver coins.

Watching Lynn successfully complete the mixing of inks, Old Neil folded the direwolf parchment and laid it out in front of Lynn, then gestured for him to pick up the quill pen with his right hand, and placed the ink bottle beside him.

"Then, I need you to recall everything you know about that spell, but don't release it. This first step is simple, because the first part of releasing a spell is just reciting its knowledge in your mind."

"But the second step is more difficult. You can pretend you're casting a spell, but without channeling the magic, and that will fool your brain," the old man said humorously.

Lynn silently did as instructed.

Compared to other spellcasters, his situation is quite special. The magic he obtained through the "Root Magic Book" seems to have skipped the "digestion" process and entered his mind directly, ready to be used at any time.

Therefore, he can use spellcasting techniques to cast the three spells he obtained from the grimoire: Frost Ring, Shadow Step, and Shield, and the casting speed is also faster.

Moreover, magic surpasses other forms of magic in all aspects, such as shaping and controlling.

Following Old Neil's instructions, he was able to easily access the magical knowledge of the "Frost Ring".

Complex and mysterious knowledge filled his mind like a fog, forcing him to concentrate a great deal of his energy, while also forcing himself not to follow the inertia of guiding magic.

"That's fine."

"Is it ready?" Old Neil blinked. Only two or three seconds had passed, right?

When a normal person does this for the first time, it's like forcing themselves to stop a habitual behavior.

To use a training term for soldiers, it is called "inch-stop," which means stopping one's hand one inch in front of the target during an attack to practice the state of free movement.

But he actually finished it in just a few seconds?

Old Neil remained silent for a moment, and could only think of one possibility: Lynn's mastery of this magic had reached an extremely terrifying level, and he could almost control it at will, just like his own body.

He sat up slightly and said in a low voice, "Maintain this posture."

Then, he quickly lit the "Daydream Incense." As the fragrance wafted through the air and was inhaled, Lynn felt his spirit rise. The knowledge that filled his mind was then swept up by his spirit, trying to find a way to burst out.

"Dip your brush in the ink and write as you please," Old Neil instructed in a deep voice.