In the continent of Faeron, mages cannot cast spells with armor other than cloth armor, and bards in particular have to solve this dilemma.

Bards are able to use spells at level 6 and below, and they can also wear chain mail, but their spell abilities are greatly weakened after wearing normal chain mail, and the success rate of spell casting is very low.

To solve this problem, it is necessary to find a metal armor that is highly compatible with magical powers, and that is tough enough to provide the wearer with high defense against swords.

Mithril! All the people in the world will be robbing their heads for it.

It is as malleable as bronze and can be polished like glass. Dwarves can make it a metal that is stronger than steel, but light as a goose's feather. It's as beautiful as silver, but the luster of Mithril doesn't fade with time.

This metal is the best material for armor for bards, but it is scarce and expensive, and is only produced in small quantities deep underground and in the Elven realm.

Collect enough Mithril ore, melt it by the elven smelter, and hand it over to the armor master to weave, and after countless processes and a lot of manpower, a piece of Mithril chain mail can be produced.

This armor was sold at the Aujin Bazaar, and was worth thirty or fifty thousand gold coins at least, but it was only a suitable small gift for a generous goddess elect.

Wearing the Mithril chain mail, Tang Xiaotian is full of heroism and heroism.

She took the harpist's necklace from Ilminster and placed it around her neck, the emblem of the Harpists' League, which proved her secret identity as a harpist.

The necklace has magic attached to it, and when you wear it, it becomes invisible, and you don't have to worry about others seeing it.

Recruiting a good seedling of a harpist, Ilminster was in a good mood, with a smile on her face, and the more she looked at Tang Xiaotian, the more pleasing she became, and she felt that she would definitely grow into the leader of a new generation of harpists in the future and create her own legend.

Luo Feng was also very happy, as if he was happy that the members of the group could become harpists, but in fact, he was overjoyed because he had earned a piece of Ilminster armor for nothing.

Taking advantage of the old sage's good mood, he mentioned another thing: "Sir, you just mentioned the idea of forming a transformation troupe in Waterdeep City, drawing on the experience of our troupe, and providing new stage plays for more Faeron people, and I have the same idea, so I just take this opportunity to ask a wise elder like you to help judge and provide some suggestions." ”

"Oh, you have the same idea, but this idea can't be realized without solving the problem of cultivating shapeshifter actors."

The old sage was really interested, he took a puff of his pipe and asked, "Is there a way for you to open a transformation acting school and train more good actors?" ”

"I can't do anything, teaching three shapeshifter actors has made me work hard, it depends on the nature of monsters, good monsters can be met but not sought, even if I train one more shapeshifter actor, I can't do it."

Luo Feng said regretfully: "My solution is not to build more theater companies, but to use dwarf technology and illusion magic to create a projection machine, which I call 'Light and Shadow Magic Box', as long as this machine is brought back to Waterwater, it can play our theater in the theater where the curtain is set up." ”

Ilminster's surprise came very suddenly, and he regretted that he couldn't recreate the classic drama in Waterdeep, but he didn't expect Bradero to have the same idea and come up with such a brilliant idea.

The old sage was the chosen choice of the goddess of magic, and there was no mage on the continent of Faeron who knew more about magic than him, and he thought it was only a matter of thought that it was possible.

"That's a great idea, if this machine can be built, it would be a great thing for people who love art! You don't need to travel far across the ocean, you can enjoy the classic romantic drama performed by the best troupe in the Feilun continent at your doorstep, how convenient it is. ”

The old sage nodded in approval.

"Actually, the machine has already been built, and it's in the hall, and I wanted to try it out with the troupe, but you and Ms. Helen interrupted the screening."

Luo Feng led the old sage to the side of the "Light and Shadow Magic Box" and showed him Yao En's invention.

Illminster was a man of great knowledge, who had never stopped learning for thousands of years, and had a certain understanding of dwarf technology, and he quickly deciphered the workings of this machine.

The man who invented this machine was a genius!

With an ingenious design, a fresh concept, and a perfect combination of mechanics and magic, this machine is so delicate and meticulous that it is truly a master's handiwork.

Ilminster stroked the shell of the "Light and Shadow Box" and praised: "This is your invention? You're an all-around genius with a great deal of success in the arts, as well as incredible talent in science and magic! It is possible to build such a wonderful machine. ”

The continent of Faeron is a very strange world, the level of technology is very uneven, and in the general country, it is still a lord system, and the peasants work with the most rudimentary wooden tools.

And high-tech creation, the level of science and technology is very amazing, just in this time and space, not far from the south of Ascatra City, there is an observer fortress, in that fortress there is a magical insect-like ancient high-tech mechanical mecha, the shell is sturdy and almost immune to all attacks, not to mention, if a specific operation is carried out, it can actually improve the operator's attributes.

Luo Feng shrugged, stepped aside and lifted Yao En's collar, and slipped the old ruffian to Ilminster.

"This Mr. Yao En is the inventor of the 'Light and Shadow Magic Box', and your praise should be given to him."

Ilminster showed a look of disgust like eating a fly, and immediately stopped praising the machine.

"Let's take a look at it together, and hope to get your advice."

Luo Feng put down Yao En, who was angry but couldn't open his mouth to curse after being silenced, and pointed to the "Light and Shadow Magic Box" for him to debug and show the illusion he had recorded earlier.

Yao En was reluctant, but for the sake of the damn gold coin, he still endured this breath, pouted and drooped his face and pressed a few times on the operation panel of the "Light and Shadow Magic Box", and a beam of light shot out from the opening of the magic box and shone on the stage.

The music then sounded, and the beautiful music of the Irish tin whistle filled the theatre hall.

A phantasmagoric projection appeared on the white curtain on the stage, and as the plot developed, the three-dimensional phantom characters also came to life and began a wonderful performance.

"The projection is great, and although the inventor has a terrible personality, this machine is definitely a novelty that ushers in a new era of artistic appreciation."

Ilminster was an honest man and would not denigrate Yao for his inventions.

In fact, he loved this "magic box of light and shadow" so much that he even wanted to get one to put in a secluded place, so that he could enjoy the wonderful works of art without leaving the house.