Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 388: 138. Cosmic Noise_3

That’s why Derek made a quick escape.

After swimming underwater for about 3 minutes, the “shushing” sound in their ears was gone.

Another 3 minutes passed, and the two successfully “landed ashore” and boarded the exploration ship.

Upon boarding, Derek spoke with an unquestionable tone:

“Mate, let’s go! They’re crazy people communicating with outer space! Hurry up!”

A few people looked confused, not understanding what Derek was saying. These were the alchemists with only third or fourth rank strength.

A small number of people shuddered, fear flashing in their eyes. Among them were Hudson, who had the strength of the fifth order, and Miss Esme Smith, who had the strength of the sixth order.

Although Hudson liked to chat, he was decisive when it mattered.

He pushed away the dumbfounded crew, walked to the control panel, began to steer the ship away, and didn’t forget to explain the situation to the crew for good measure.

Miss Esme Smith grabbed a handful of light balls from the Alchemy Stone.

The light balls condensed, and in her hands, they transformed into an alchemical bird.

The alchemical bird was similar to a sparrow but five times larger, about the size of an adult’s head.

Miss Esme Smith had a few words with the alchemical bird, then threw it out of the window.

The alchemical bird flapped its wings “swoosh swoosh,” a white airflow erupted from its tail, and it shot off like a meteor towards the northwest.

The alchemical bird was fast. It was also subjected to the Lost Sea Fog but Miss Esme Smith didn’t have to worry about it. They had been using alchemical birds like this to relay urgent messages for many years.

“I’ve sent an urgent letter to the Alchemy Cathedral in Union City. The alchemical bird will take the shortest route to shore before flying quickly to Union City. In at most two hours, the Golden Commerce Guild will receive the message.”

Miss Esme Smith asked Derek,

“Should we trap that ship in the Lost Sea Fog? When we reach the edge of this sea area, using a little trick will trigger the Lost Sea Fog here.”

“Will it affect our own ship?” Derek asked.

“No, it won’t. This is our standard method of shaking off enemies at sea, and it’s never failed us before,” said Esme.

“Alright, I’ll leave it to you, ma’am,” Derek nodded.

Miss Esme Smith took an alchemical toy ship, more than a meter long, from her Alchemy Stone.

She placed the alchemical toy ship on an empty table and began adjusting the parameters.

The rest of the crew were leaning against the rear glass, gazing into the distance at the cargo ship behind them.

Derek went over, pulled down the sunshade and waved the crowd away,

“Don’t be curious, you hear me? Mind your own eyes, one more glance and it’ll explode. Alien pollution is no joke.”

Under Derek’s repeated warnings, the crew, though somewhat curious, obediently took their seats.

Noland leaned against the wall, silently chanting in his heart,

“Denise.”

“Mmm, I’m here. I’ve found a sea lighthouse. It’s abandoned, so there shouldn’t be anyone coming here,” Denise sounded excited, as if she had been waiting for Noland’s call for a long time,

“How’s your situation? Do you need my help? I’ve preserved 1000 points of Rebirth Magic Power, just as you said, and I haven’t used it recklessly.”

Noland briefly explained the situation to her.

When hearing about the imperial soldiers on the cargo ship preparing for the ritual to communicate with outer space, Denise’s voice clearly became more nervous.

“Noland, I have a suggestion. Make some ‘Mental Shield’ and ‘Soul Shield’ magic scrolls and give them to the members of Golden Merchant’s Sword and the exploration team. The Golden Federation’s Alchemy Weaponry is based on elemental energy and is weak against mental attacks. Just think, even you were able to control Derek for a second with the ‘Sense Tampering,’ wouldn’t outer space pollution be able to do the same?”

“That makes sense, and your suggestion is timely, Denise,”

“Hee~” Denise giggled lightly. Being able to help Noland delighted her.

Noland greeted Derek and went into the resting room. He took out his magic toolbox and started urgently drawing magic scrolls.

He could make a magic scroll out of any spell he had mastered.

Considering the magic scrolls couldn’t be cracked or traced, Noland thought they would become his best-selling products in the future.

So, he practiced this magical art over the past few days.

His ‘Magic Scroll Making’ skill had reached Level 7, and he was now able to make Level 7 magic scrolls.

A Level 7 magic scroll could release Level 7 magical power, equivalent to a First Rank Wizard’s casting, which Noland jokingly called “perfect mid-stage.”

Of course, the term “perfect mid-stage” was just Noland’s taunting, not a conventional setting in the Ulnas Circle.

After creating six magic scrolls in one go, Noland set down his magic pen.

With all the stock he had saved from practicing magic scroll production, he now had a total of 54 ‘Soul Shield’ and ‘Mental Shield’ magic scrolls, enough for everyone on the ship.

Noland packed up his magic toolbox, picked up a large pile of magic scrolls, and headed to the pilot’s cabin.

“Shush, shush, shush…”

The sound of television snowflake flurries faintly echoed in his ears.

Noland frowned, looked back, and the noise in his ears suddenly intensified.

He turned his head again, looking forward, not towards the direction of the cargo ship, and the noise in his ears immediately subsided.

“Huh? When facing the cargo ship, the noise is louder, but when with my back to it, the noise is smaller. Why is this?”

Noland hesitated for a moment, not quite understanding the reason.

He quickened his pace to the pilot’s cabin to distribute the magic scrolls.