Chapter 238 – Magical Stove

Chapter 238 – Magical Stove

Upon hearing that it was feasible, Mo Lan immediately began her attempt.

She had the image of the magical clock’s rune combination in her mind. Even setting aside the results of her practice on the wooden board just moments ago, using the runic pattern in her mind as a casting guide to perform the Wood-Shaping Spell was child’s play.

Before long, additional runic traces appeared on the magical clock’s face, central axle, and hands.

They were even more accurate and natural than if she had carved them by hand.

Converting and filling them with runic force posed no problems either.

If she accidentally damaged the runic traces during the infusion, she didn’t need to start over from scratch.

She could simply add a bit of wood and use the Wood-Shaping Spell to repair the runic traces.

Without the Wood-Shaping Spell, a damaged inscription would mean making an entirely new wooden clock.

After this round of experimentation, Mo Lan actually managed to finish the magical wooden clock before class ended.

When the wooden clock’s hands pointed to the Witch Script character for “five,” the Academy’s bells rang right on cue.

The time was precise — it was indeed a success.

From now on, she only needed to periodically recharge the wooden clock’s runes with mana, and it would keep running.

The young witches who had been struggling with golden bird stationery runes for hours heard the end-of-class bells and looked up. When they instinctively glanced over to check Mo Lan’s progress for this lesson, what they saw was her with her satchel on her back, wooden clock in her arms, poised and ready to leave the classroom.

They hadn’t even managed to make a single piece of golden bird stationery yet, and Mo Lan had already finished the magical clock!

“One magical item per class session — don’t tell me Mo Lan is going to finish all the introductory Alchemy course items this week!”

Vasida murmured.

Watching Lady Amisha and Mo Lan disappear one after the other through the doorway, the young witches pulled their gazes back and continued burying themselves in their golden bird stationery research.

They only hoped that Mo Lan wouldn’t finish the Alchemy course early while they still hadn’t managed to produce even a single piece of golden bird stationery.

Mo Lan hurried to the training ground and practiced magic for several hours, burning through half of her daily mana before flying back to the dormitory.

During Tuesday afternoon’s Alchemy class, Mo Lan continued with her third magical item — the magical stove.

The magical stove’s primary material was metal.

Lady Amisha floated over a large pile of crafting materials.

A bucket of small iron blocks, a bucket of clay, empty iron buckets, a hammer, fire tongs, an anvil…

“Headmistress, we’re not going to be doing blacksmithing, are we!” Mo Lan looked at these rudimentary blacksmith tools and asked.

“It’s not that complicated. You just use the clay to make a rough mold, then melt and pour the iron in. It doesn’t need to be too precise,” Amisha said.

Even so, for a young witch who had never handled any of this before, it would still be quite a challenge!

Mo Lan had a blacksmith’s memories in her mind, but she still wasn’t particularly keen on actually forging an iron stove by hand.

She said directly, “Headmistress, I know the Metal Shaping spell. I don’t need all this — you can take everything else back. Just leave me some iron blocks. Hmm… actually, if you have raw iron ore, that would be even better. I could practice my Purification spell at the same time.”

The truth was, normally she could only practice her gold-element Purification spell on the rocks at the Outdoor Training Ground.

She had used the Metal Detection spell to scan the entire Academy Core Area and hadn’t detected any ore whatsoever.

Let alone using ore to practice metal purification.

The ore materials in the Academy’s warehouse had all already been purified, so rocks were really her only option!

Amisha had never encountered a student who wanted to increase her own difficulty. Pleased, she took back the materials and gave Mo Lan a large pile of raw iron ore.

“Outside the Core Area, you can find ore. If you want to practice Purification from now on, you can go to the West Tower’s low-grade Materials Warehouse. I’ll stock a batch there.”

Mo Lan was overjoyed. “Thank you, Headmistress!”

“Practice well!” Amisha went off to check on the other young witches’ progress.

Mo Lan picked up a piece of iron ore and began purifying it. She particularly enjoyed using the Purification spell — every time she watched the impurities being squeezed out bit by bit, there was a uniquely satisfying, stress-relieving feeling.

Purifying iron ore, she could even watch the metallic luster grow increasingly pronounced. Even more satisfying.

One piece after another, she didn’t stop until she had purified every single piece of ore on her desk.

The purified iron was more than enough to make a magical stove.

After all, this basic beginner-level magical stove wasn’t as complex as a gas stove on Earth — it was just a fire-blocking iron plate, an iron rack for placing a pot, and a switch to adjust the flame size.

Mo Lan’s Metal Shaping spell made short work of it.

Originally, for metal items, using brush and ink to draw runes with assistive techniques was more appropriate.

After all, witches weren’t true master engravers, and high-hardness metals were very difficult to carve properly.

But Mo Lan’s Metal Shaping spell made that a non-issue.

With a single application of the Metal Shaping spell, she inscribed the magical stove’s rune combination directly onto the iron stove.

Her mind was far more dexterous than her hands.

It was as if she had traced it directly from the image in her mind — not a hair’s breadth of deviation.

For infusing runic force, Mo Lan had also found the trick: start slowly with a small amount, gradually increase it, and be careful — it was entirely possible to succeed on the first try.

This time, she finished the magical stove with half an hour still remaining before class ended.

She charged it with mana, flipped the switch, and flames sprang from the fire outlet.

She raised her hand to call Lady Amisha over. “Headmistress, can I start on the magical lamp now? The materials for the magical lamp…”

“It seems you won’t be in this Alchemy class much longer either. I’ll just give you the materials for all the remaining magical items!” Amisha cleared away the unused materials on her desk and replaced them with a new batch.

There were raw white crystal stones, wooden pieces of varying thickness, hemp rope, and stone blocks.

They took up half the desk surface and a considerable space beneath it.

Mo Lan consulted her textbook and picked out the materials for the magical lamp. “One translucent white crystal for the lamp globe, one piece of wood for the lamp base, one length of hemp rope for the hanging cord… that’s it!”

In the earth, all non-living matter aside from soil itself was composed of metallic elemental force.

White crystal was no exception.

So the gold-element Purification spell and Metal Shaping spell were effective on it as well.

Lady Amisha was quite thoughtful — this time, without needing to be reminded, she had provided raw crystal ore that required purification before use.

Mo Lan took the opportunity to practice both spells.

She even styled the crystal, shaping it not into the textbook’s standard spherical lamp globe, but into a little pumpkin-shaped lamp globe.

The wooden lamp base was shaped to look like a pumpkin stem.

Instead of using hemp rope for a hanging cord, she extended the base and fashioned a hook.

The runes were all inscribed too. She was just about to fill them with runic force when class ended.

Looking at the pumpkin lamp in her hands, Mo Lan felt an eager urge to see it hanging in her dormitory.

She didn’t leave right away after class for once, staying an extra hour until she had completed this final step. Only then did she take her handmade pumpkin magical lamp and head to the training ground to practice magic.

As for the magical stove, Mo Lan didn’t think much of it at all and had no use for it. She simply fed it straight to Vasida’s stomach.

The young witches still puzzling over golden bird stationery: “We’re honestly tired of saying how jealous we are. Really!”