I am a mage, with an infinite mana bar!

Lynn then dipped the owl quill pen in ink and, guided by his spirit, wrote furiously on the silvery-white paper.

The process was very smooth; Lynn felt as if she had a mouthful of water in her mouth and was slowly spitting it out through a straw.

The magical knowledge of the "Frost Ring" was laid out in its entirety on the wolfskin.

Old Neil watched intently from the side, worried that Lynn, as a beginner, might overexert himself and cause a spiritual breakdown.

Even if writing continues, it will severely affect the quality of the magic book, making it almost impossible to reach a high-quality standard.

He had taken this into consideration, and had Lynn buy enough materials to make three magic books.

But after a few minutes, Old Neil's astonishment grew stronger.

He hadn't expected Lynn's writing process to be so smooth, not only without any hesitation or clumsiness, but also with increasing speed.

This is completely unlike what someone making a spellbook for the first time should do!

and……

When he first looked at it, he thought Lynn's handwriting was quite good.

When beginners create magic books, they usually follow their spiritual guidance and use the language they are most familiar with and proficient in.

Lynn, of course, used the Common Tongue, which is the language and script used by most spellcasters in Assassin.

But as he looked at it, he felt something was off.

A peculiar script began to appear in Lynn's writing, and the key point was that he didn't recognize it!

Old Neil frowned. Although he was only temporarily teaching Lynn how to make magic books, he was now considering himself a teacher.

Therefore, his pride as a teacher compelled him to try his best to identify the characters, at least to recognize which script they were.

Elvish? No, he does know quite a bit of Elvish, so these are clearly not it.

It is not written in Goblin or Dwarven languages, which are common languages ​​on the continent.

Among the writings created by monsters, dragons use their scales and claws as pens, their language wild and untamed, while siren-led sea monsters use seawater and dreams as pens, their language twisted and bizarre.

Although the old man cannot write, he can still recognize the characters without any problem.

As Lynn's writing became more and more frequent, the strange script mixed with the common language, making it seem increasingly nonsensical.

He should have interrupted Lynn in time, since the magic book was clearly going to be rendered useless.

In magic books, although words are merely a vehicle for spirituality and knowledge, they should be sold to the public; they are essentially commodities. The clearer and more explicit the writing, the lower the learning threshold, and the stronger the market competitiveness.

But curiosity stopped him.

Finally, after waiting for quite a while, he finally discerned a clue from the repeated, combined text.

He quickly turned around and walked to the bookshelf on the side. After searching for a moment, he quickly took out a book titled "Collection of Ancient Elven Script Fragments".

This is a work by scholars of the Black Tower, and it is the most comprehensive magical tome in existence that records ancient Elvish script.

Old Neil quickly flipped through the pages and soon found the content he wanted.

The modern magical community is making very slow progress in discovering and deciphering ancient Elvish, but some commonly used words have been identified.

For example, the word "magic" is something they, as spellcasters, are most familiar with.

The old man returned to Lynn's side with the book in both hands, and after careful comparison, he confirmed his guess.

"It really is 'magic,' and he even knows ancient Elvish? But the handwriting is distorted and very different from what's in the book..." he muttered to himself.

It was only then that I realized that Lynn had used up quite a bit of that precious direwolf parchment while he was writing furiously.

Old Neil hurriedly extinguished the candle of "Daydream Incense," and after En's spiritual state subsided, his aged hand gently pressed on his wrist, stopping him from continuing to write.

"Mr. Neil?" Lynn asked, looking up in confusion as if waking from a dream.

"Ahem," Old Neil cleared his throat and said in a gentle tone, "Lynn, I forgot to remind you, when writing commercial spellbooks, you should try to use common scripts."

As he spoke, he pointed to the writing on the wolfskin paper.

Lynn looked down and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw that his writings in the common language contained a large number of incomprehensible characters.

What's going on?

Is this what I just wrote? But I clearly don't recognize these characters...

"Lynn, is this written in ancient Elvish? Which scholar did you study with?" Old Neil asked with interest.

Lynn then noticed the "Collection of Ancient Elven Script Fragments" in his hand.

Ancient Elvish? Could it be that I'm writing in Ancient Elvish?

However, judging from Old Neil's tone, he seemed unsure whether the ancient Elvish language of this world was actually lost.

He calmed down a bit, quickly organized his thoughts, and replied, "No, Mr. Neil, this isn't some ancient Elvish language. I just recently read some books on the subject and, on a whim, I created some words for my own amusement."

Old Neil then realized that things were starting to make sense. No wonder Lynn's "Ancient Elvish" writings looked so strange; it turned out he was just joking around.

This kind of thing is common among scholars, but many of them are unsystematic and have no practical application other than self-entertainment.

He said with a somewhat serious expression, "Lynn, I have to remind you that commercial magic books are sold to the general public. The lower the reading threshold, the higher the sales volume will be."

Lynn nodded. "Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Neil. I understand."

He thought to himself, "This is really strange. When did he learn to write ancient Elvish?"

No, it's not certain yet... Lynn felt it was necessary to take some time to study the ancient Elvish texts.

Previously, when he saw the blood-written letter in "A Compilation of Legends of Witches from Various Places" and asked Sirin and the other two for help, Urshi also mentioned the matter of the ancient Elvish language.

"These papers are a waste, but as a beginner, you've done a great job. Keep it up," Old Neil said, patting Lynn on the shoulder.

Lynn calmly folded the discarded wolfskin paper and put it on his person, intending to take it back first.

Afterward, Lynn repeated the previous process, but this time he consciously controlled it and wrote fluently in Common Tongue.

Since it's just a high-quality magic book, according to Luke, 70% of the knowledge is enough.

Therefore, Lynn deliberately withdrew some of the magical knowledge, leaving only the core parts.

This ensures a high success rate in learning the magic book without revealing all the knowledge he has acquired.

That small portion is the rarest and most precious, and according to Luke's strategy, it will only be released when a private, customized service is provided.

Old Neil held a stack of silver-white wolf-skin papers covered with writing, nodding repeatedly.

He looked at Lynn with great admiration and said, "Impressive, young man. Your skill in making spellbooks is almost on par with many veterans."

Lynn humbly lowered his head. Through practice, he discovered that the two most important things in making a magic book were knowledge and spirituality. The former goes without saying, as he had mastered complete knowledge.

As for his spirituality, thanks to his innate talent and the enhancement brought by the "Potion of Destiny," his current level of spirituality far surpasses that of a typical novice mage, approaching that of a senior mage.

"Very good. I will have someone bind them into a book later, and add a set of the currently popular dragon scale patterned covers inlaid with silver pieces. A high-quality magic book of considerable value will be completed."

Old Neil chuckled as he explained to Lynn, "If it's a spellbook of a higher rank, you might even need to cast a special magical barrier to prevent the spiritual energy from dissipating, which would keep it in place for a considerable time."

The two used this time to exchange knowledge about magic books. Around dinner time, Luke, with blond hair and a formal suit, walked in.

"You're still here after all. How did it go? Was the spellbook making process successful?"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Luke. The spellbook you requested should be finished by now," Lynn replied with a smile.

"What...it's done? So fast?" Luke's smile froze instantly.