As skill points were consumed, the 'Scroll Crafting' ability appeared in the professional skills column.
[Skill Points 45 → 44]
Skill: Scroll Crafting
Cost: 1~3 Low-tier Scrolls / 5MP (Mana cost doubles every three ranks)
Description: Can craft blank magic scrolls of corresponding tiers from appropriate materials (requires a significant amount of materials and mana).
Nolan looked at the skill information on his panel, his eyes shining slightly.
He hadn't expected to acquire the Scroll Crafting technique so easily!
For this scroll crafting technique, which was clearly modified by humans for better adaptability, the drawback of "higher material and mana consumption" was not an issue for Nolan.
Similar to the 'Alchemist' ability, without higher-level herbs and materials from the game, it was naturally impossible to create high-tier potions.
However, relying on 'Papermaking,' which could be upgraded with skill points, Nolan could be completely self-sufficient in terms of materials; the only thing he needed to consider was mana.
"This should be a second-tier magic scroll, right?" Nolan suddenly asked.
"That's right."
The middle-aged mage first looked at Master Belorrey on the side, and finding that his usually rigid teacher had no intention of stopping him, he was surprised and began to explain,
"Normal parchment magic scrolls can only hold first-tier magic, but not second-tier magic."
"This requires a magic scroll made by combining parchment with paper from second-tier 'Papermaking.'"
Nolan showed a look of understanding and curiously looked at the pale golden liquid that had just been used to soak the paper: "What is this liquid?"
Having the technique to craft magic scrolls wasn't enough!
He also needed the skill and method to infuse magic into the scroll.
He had no interest in becoming a disciple of a caster who could probably only use third-tier magic. Seizing this opportunity, Nolan naturally wanted to acquire as much of the magic scroll crafting technique as possible.
The middle-aged mage subconsciously glanced at his teacher again, finding that the latter was examining the magic scroll he had just made, still paying no attention to them.
"It's a magical solution used to maintain mana stability."
This time, the middle-aged mage looked at Nolan with kindness, his voice even softening a few shades.
He had initially thought that the black-haired young man's identity was simply unusual because his teacher had brought him here.
But now it seemed that he had caught his teacher's eye.
"The difficulty of learning second-tier 'Papermaking' far exceeds that of other magic of the same tier."
"Due to various factors such as the caster's mana strength and proficiency, the amount of mana contained in the paper produced will vary."
"Therefore, when crafting magic scrolls, it's easy to cause mana instability, leading to failure, or even some danger."
"This magical solution is needed to stabilize it."
At this point, the middle-aged man's face showed a flattering expression as he looked at Master Belorrey, subtly buttering him up:
"Only the teacher can produce perfect second-tier paper without the aid of a magical solution."
So that's it!
When Nolan heard the purpose of the pale golden magical solution, his interest immediately waned, and at the same time, a trace of pity appeared in his eyes as he looked at the middle-aged mage in front of him.
That flattery had fallen flat.
Earlier in the hall, the rigid old man had examined the second-tier paper he had made and, in a pretentious manner, commented that "this level is considered excellent even among his disciples."
Now it seemed he was just elevating himself.
His second-tier 'Papermaking' should be on the same level as Master Belorrey's 'Papermaking.'
Of course, this was due to the 'Player' ability and had nothing to do with him personally, but that didn't change the outcome.
No wonder he didn't even ask for his detailed information but directly asked if he was interested in becoming his disciple.
Sure enough, as soon as the middle-aged mage finished speaking, Master Belorrey, who was examining the magic scroll, paused his movements.
"How many blank magic scrolls have been crafted today?" Master Belorrey looked up, his face expressionless as he stared at the middle-aged mage.
"T-the second one."
The middle-aged mage seemed to sense that the atmosphere was a bit off and stammered.
"Only two have been crafted in such a long time?"
"Since you're so negligent, clean this whole place." Master Belorrey said calmly.
The middle-aged mage was a bit bewildered and aggrieved: "Huh?"
Crafting magic scrolls wasn't that troublesome, but the process of selecting paper with similar mana levels, preparing the magical solution, and recovering mana all took time.
"Do I need to say it again?" Master Belorrey narrowed his eyes.
"Yes, Teacher!"
The middle-aged mage dared not object and quickly turned and left.
His little scheme unexpectedly exposed, Master Belorrey's wrinkled cheeks showed no change in expression; he remained calm and self-possessed as he said, "This is the process of crafting mana scrolls."
After speaking, Master Belorrey continued to walk deeper, though his steps seemed noticeably faster.
Led by the other party, Nolan followed him into a somewhat dim, crowded room.
That's right! It could be described as "crowded."
A quick glance revealed that the entire room was actually about 100 square meters, with nearly a third of the area filled with dense bookshelves.
On the wall directly opposite the door hung a large, ancient map, with a thick mountain range in the very center seemingly dividing the entire map in two.
This was... a map of the "Re-Estize Kingdom" and the "Baharus Empire"? This thought flashed through Nolan's mind as he saw the prominent "Angelesia Mountain Range" terrain.
Besides that, many strange items were piled in various places in the room. Some were stone tablets, others looked like parts cut from some building.
The rest were various notebooks, scrolls, and beast hides of different colors.
In a corner, Nolan even saw a complete adult Death Hound's hide, no wonder the other party didn't care when he saw the small Death Hound.
These items filled every corner of the room, making the entire space feel incredibly crowded.
"I know you have many questions in your mind right now."
"No need to rush, sit down and let's talk slowly."
After entering the room, Master Belorrey's serious, rigid, and even somewhat harsh expression softened considerably, and a hint of fatigue appeared between his brows.
Nolan also didn't act courteously, walking to the opposite side of the other party and sitting down together.
Master Belorrey paused briefly, then chuckled: "This is good too; talented people must always be different from ordinary people."