A dozen days later.
Jeming stood in front of the lab bench, piled high with Record Crystals and data Scrolls.
These were the results produced by the specialized testing group over the past dozen days.
The Wizards recorded attacks from over ten thousand different materials and Magic spells, all documented.
Looking at the results recorded in front of him, Jeming couldn't help but smile slightly. He was almost certain that his initial thoughts were correct.
The Magic Network Terminal suddenly lit up.
[Summoned by Lord Martin]
Jeming raised an eyebrow, gathered his things, and left the laboratory.
It was still the same core camp, the same three levels of security, the same enormous fortress expanded by spatial techniques.
But this time, the atmosphere in the command room was noticeably more relaxed.
Martin still sat in the main seat, and upon seeing Jeming enter, he rarely showed a hint of a smile.
