Online Games: Opening Confession of Underage Noble Daughter

"Professor Victor! Professor Victor!"

Victor, who was practicing swordsmanship, heard Hernie's voice and put down the sword in his hand.

With a bang, the sword pierced the ground.

"Professor Victor, the batch of fine steel you ordered has arrived."

When he heard that the fine steel he ordered had arrived, Victor nodded to Heni, sheathed his sword, and hung the long sword back on the wall.

"Let's go."

Victor took Henie to the gate of the mansion.

Seeing a cart full of stainless steel outside the gate, Victor just lifted the cloth to take a rough look, and then beckoned the servant to take it.

"Professor, don't these fine steels need to be weighed specifically?"

"It's not necessary."

This batch of refined steel is the highest quality refined steel in the Delin family. Gwen is very concerned about this, so naturally he will not be short of catties.

The money has been paid in advance.

The driver waved the whip in his hand, and the carriage gradually left.

Victor turned around and led Vega towards the mansion, Hernie stayed where she was and looked at him with her head tilted, muttering:

"Why is the professor so busy every day?"

She shook her head and ran towards the flowers.

……

Accompanied by the sound of 'squeak', Vega smelled a damp, metallic smell.

This is the basement of Victor's mansion, and it is also Victor's 'laboratory'.

Vega knew that once Victor appeared here, it meant that he was going to play with his weird little toys again.

Victor laid some fine steel on the table and stared at the player's synthesis production book.

In order to have a constant supply of supplies for the prop shop, he would make two hundred bottles of magic potions in the basement every day, and always keep a hundred bottles of blood potions on hand in case of emergencies.

As a power leveler, the habit of hoarding medicine has been engraved in his soul.

Because of this, his production proficiency has risen to lv3.

You can start making some props for level three production.

Victor took out a bunch of crystals of various colors from the player's backpack.

"Oh? These are the leftovers brought back by Gwen Volcano. This was collected by the little princess yesterday."

Vega looked at the crystal stones in Victor's hand with some curiosity.

But Victor just kept holding his chin with one hand, frowning, looking at the air in front of him.

Seeing his appearance, Vega understood that Victor would definitely not respond to it, so he stopped asking any more questions.

After rummaging through the production list for a long time, Victor finally found the prop that satisfied him.

According to the materials required on the prop list, Victor weighed the crystals and fine steel to extract the materials.

The weight is just right, not even a gram gap appears.

Soon, the table was filled with red and green crystals, and three uneven pieces of fine steel were placed on top of it.

Victor gradually built a formation on the synthesis table, with the triangular pattern as the core and the square ring as the auxiliary, with runes embedded on it.

Suddenly, a burst of bright light burst out from the production table.

Vega stared at the bright light, and the light suddenly illuminated its hair like a white bird.

In fact, it has been unable to understand Victor's craftsmanship that only needs materials to make, and can only attribute it to the one-in-a-kind creation magic.

As the light gradually faded, Vega stared wide-eyed at Victor's final product.

These are two small and exquisite iron cards, flickering with cold light, extremely sharp.

The textures on them are also different. One card has green textures, while the other has red textures.

Victor looked at the deck of cards in front of him and knew that he had succeeded. Not only did he produce a third-level prop, but he also injected two elements of wood and fire into it.

"What's the use of this thing?"

Vega asked curiously, looking at the iron flying cards, it couldn't understand it at all.

No matter how powerful and sharp this kind of thing is, it is just a flying card.

It would be great if the flying cards could kill the enemy, but such a fragile iron card might be avoided directly, and the two cards would be completely useless.

Victor did not answer it, but silently repeated the steps just now.

Strong lights continued to shine from the basement.

After an unknown amount of time, Vega felt that his eyes were going to go blind.

Victor also stopped.

Several iron cards were piled up on the entire production table.

"One, two, three...twenty...73...one hundred and eight."

"You made two sets of playing cards? Do you want to take a few out and become the king and the little king?"

There are poker cards in this world, and it is one of the few pleasures for gamblers.

When he was a contemporary trainer, what Victor wanted to do most was to go to the gambling hall to have fun and exciting gambles with gamblers one after another in his spare time. He always won more.

So, how to tell if an npc is a gambler in the game?

It's very simple, just ask the other party if they want to play a card.

To a certain extent, NPCs are more addicted to gambling than players.

But Vega was very puzzled, since it was to be a weapon, why not make a wand, even if it was a melee weapon, at least a dagger would be fine.

I didn't expect Victor to make a bunch of these things.

Victor placed a deck of cards of the same color in a magic circle. This time the magic circle had 54 small circles, each card had its own position, and there was the largest circle in the middle.

Soon, another burst of bright light came on.

Weijia's eyes turned white and he suddenly felt dizzy.

All I could hear was a sound of strong metal collisions in front of me, as if something was overlapping and squeezed together abruptly.

When the light gradually dissipated, Weijia only saw two iron cards, but they were a little thicker than before.

"How did you do it? They overlap?"

Victor ignored it, just picked up one of the flying cards and threw it at the wooden dummy.

The moment the red flying cards flew out, a card instantly turned into a deck of cards, and 52 iron cards were nailed to the wooden man, igniting a raging flame.

The moment the flame ignited, the card turned back, and a steam-like white smoke instantly rose, cooling the card's temperature.

They were suspended next to Victor, their bodies emitting a faint red light, like loyal guards.

Vega looked at the countless flying cards spinning around Victor and blinked.

Victor explained lightly:

"It can make up for my shortcomings in the melee field."

Vega listened to his words and thought.

Shortcomings in melee combat?

That's not what you say when you're in close combat with warriors and knights.

Vega thinks Victor is just trying to be cool, but there's little evidence for it.

At least it has never seen anyone who can get close to Victor and threaten him, not even disaster.

"So, do you have any names for these handsome playing cards? I've never seen this kind of weapon."

Victor squinted his eyes, and with a slight movement of consciousness, the flying cards stopped spinning, recombined into a pair, and attached to Victor's waist.

"I call it fate."

Wei Jia said very appreciatively.

"What a perfect name."

……

Victor put away his fate and walked out of the basement.

As soon as he came out, he saw the little succubus running over anxiously.

"Teach! Professor!"

Panting a bit, she handed Victor a letter.

Victor frowned suspiciously.

Sending letters is usually done by servants.

Honey took a break and explained:

"Professor, I was just about to go to the prop shop, but this letter flew into the mailbox at the door, signed by you for receipt."

"Then I'll bring it to you."

Honey smiled happily, as if helping Victor would make her particularly happy.

Victor nodded, no more doubts, but he saw that Heni was still standing still, squirming, and there seemed to be some expectation in his eyes.

Victor: "?"

While he was thinking about whether he had forgotten when, Hernie said with some embarrassment.

"Professor, you haven't touched my head today."

"..."

Okay, touch it every day.