Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 23: Pure Love Noble Son

"To let my clients feel the charm of elemental shaping magic, I made some small designs when crafting the scrolls."

Realizing the person's identity, Ethan's hope was instantly reignited.

First, this young noble was very wealthy.

Secondly, he was also part of the pure love faction. Rounding it up, they could be considered as one of their own, so supporting each other should make sense, right?

Ethan diligently introduced, "When crafting the scrolls, I found the power of the ice arrow has limits. These days, when traveling outside, we often encounter situations where a single ice arrow can't resolve the issue, and in these occasions, three ice arrow scrolls are needed. According to my design, simultaneously releasing the magic power from the three charged parchments can trigger a mighty attack."

Ethan couldn't help but give a thumbs up to this batch of scrolls, feeling he really had talent in this field.

The young noble looked troubled, "Uh, what is a mighty attack?"

This was the first time he'd heard such a unique description.

"It means... you can think of it as a super-sized ice arrow, effectively compensating for the shortcomings of a single ice arrow's strike area. If there's a lot of water around, the scroll's effect will be significantly enhanced. But remember, don't simultaneously activate three scrolls in crowded places, unless you want to be labeled a terrorist."

The young noble was Ethan's first client and also one of his own people, so his explanation was much more detailed. "Also, if you're not using the ice arrow scroll to kill the opponent, please don't aim at his upper body. Also consider the penetration power of the ice arrow, as you might accidentally injure others."

He didn't want his first client to accidentally become a psychopathic killer or terrorist.

"Oh? This is the first time I've heard of such an interesting magic scroll." The young noble was intrigued, and he carefully picked up a scroll to scrutinize it, "Are you sure this is an ice arrow scroll?"

"A genuine ice arrow scroll, guaranteed!"

Ethan patted his chest in assurance, "If it's fake, I'll compensate tenfold!"

Following behind the young noble, the maid with black short hair had a different look in her eyes. She had a pair of rare green pupils, which at this moment were looking at Ethan with disgust, obviously viewing him as a swindler.

"Interesting, 20 pieces, 30 gold lions, great, I'll take them all."

When the young noble turned towards the maid, her look of disgust vanished, replaced by a cute and obedient smile, holding the backpack and subtly reminded, "Young master, I just noticed that the magic scroll shop sells ice arrow scrolls for only 60 silver antelopes, and if you buy ten at once, you can select any beginner elemental shaping magic scroll as a bonus."

"But the shop's scrolls don't have the three-in-one function, right? Nor can they launch a mighty attack."

The young noble was quick to learn and instantly remembered this unique description.

The black-haired maid squinted her eyes into a line, along with her lovely face, giving a feeling of spring warmth.

But Ethan felt this spring breeze seemed a bit chilly.

She didn't argue, took out a cloth bag from her pouch, counted 30 gold lions and put them in, handing it to Ethan.

Her hands were trembling, but she was professional enough to maintain her composure in front of her young master. Most likely, she overheard the shop owner proclaiming that "elemental shapers are no longer suitable for this version" and saw him leave the shop dismayed after being rejected.

Ethan didn't agree with many of the shop owner's views, despite the owner having over seven years of magic scroll sales experience.

He earnestly explained to the two, "I think the owner seems to have a deep bias against elemental shapers. Basic elemental shaping magic isn't as worthless as he says."

When discussing this issue, the owner likened guns and bullets as an example, saying the times have changed, and gunmen are the strongest profession in this version.

Ethan confidently assured his clients to ensure business continuance at Fireplace Bay. He wasn't the type of swindler who'd run off after hitting a lick, "The ice arrow scrolls I sold you should work better than guns. I'll always be at Fireplace Bay, if you're satisfied, welcome to visit my Magic Scroll Shop again."

"Your shop?"

The young noble looked around, noticing only Ethan there, not even a hint of a vendor, he joked, "At least tell me your name or nickname, I might become a returning customer."

"Old Sen... huh?"

Ethan intended to blurt out "Old Sen Magic Power Scroll Shop," but that's clearly neither his name nor nickname, "Good question!"

As expected of the pure love young noble, the question went straight to the soul.

What was his name again?

The black-haired maid took a deep breath, pinched her hand hard to maintain composure, secretly giving Ethan a glare when the young noble wasn't looking.

What a powerful glare!

Don't blame her, even Ethan himself found himself suspicious now.

Clearly, he wasn't called Ethan, for Fireplace Bay was a place full of deceit, where no one used their real name. The Reception Bureau investigator identity and codename couldn't be used either. Otherwise, Ave could easily uncover him secretly selling magic scrolls behind the leader's back just by strolling around Fireplace Bay.

Ave was a good girl, a good leader, but she represented not just herself, but the entire Margaret Clan. With the experiences over the past two years, Ethan really didn't want to get involved with the Empire's great aristocrats.

The young noble and the black-haired maid watched him, waiting quietly for his answer.

Theoretically, this wasn't a profound question, but countless thoughts flashed through Ethan's mind. He wasn't good at naming, making it difficult to quickly come up with an impressive and grand nickname.

Until, a face emerged in his mind.

An outstanding chemist who also stood at the crossroads of fate like him.

Faced the dark side of the world under similar circumstances, unable to use his real name.

More importantly—

"Heisenberg, you can call me Heisenberg."

Heisenberg was also Old Sen!

"Heisenberg..."

The young noble's eyes showed a deep meaning, "Is that your hometown?"

"Kind of."

Ethan equivocated.

He knew their understanding of hometown differed slightly. Heisenberg was a film he watched in his previous life, the place of his true hometown, whereas the young noble probably referred to the northern coastal city of the Empire.

"I'll remember, goodbye then, if your ice arrow scrolls are as good as you described, I'll come back for more."

The young noble rolled up the ice arrow magic scroll and put it in the bag. Ethan then noticed the bag's actual storage space seemed much larger than it appeared, but it made sense for wealthy people like them, as their backpack wasn't ordinary.

For Ethan, it was a night of ups and downs.

Despite some unexpected occurrences, it ended well.

Turns out...

Beginner spell scrolls no longer have a market?

He watched the young noble and maid's departing figure thoughtfully. Clearly, this transaction wasn't the norm, as such big spenders weren't common, but it sparked new inspiration for Ethan.

If ice arrow scrolls don't sell, change their name, make them something different.

His first client wasn't drawn by the 60 silver antelope basic magic; what truly fascinated him was the three-in-one effect.

However, this wasn't the limit of the ice arrow, nor was it all he could depict.

Ethan still stood at the scroll shop's door, just happened to catch a glimpse of the shop owner.

The owner was glaring at him, disdainfully yet with envy.

"Seems you're lucky."

The owner's mouth probably said so.

Indeed.

The owner's words reminded Ethan.

—If you truly want to make money from magic scrolls, learn things others don't.

Then, what could he do that other elemental draftsmen couldn't?

That day, the old man with seven years of magic scroll sales experience had a look of swallowing flies. He sat behind the counter with ants crawling all over his body.

He had expressed sufficient hostility to Ethan, without hiding his disdain, originally thinking Ethan would taunt him after making money, prepared for a verbal battle with this snot-nosed kid—if that were the case, he might not feel as uncomfortable as he did now.

But Ethan didn't taunt him, nor did he walk back into the shop.

He even left him with a sentence before heading off.

"Thanks."

No anger nor taunt, leaving the sentence, Ethan's eyes had neither Mage's Magic Scroll Shop nor the person sitting behind the counter.

Seven years of sales experience made the owner understand the implication of that look.

This snot-nosed kid surely thought of a money-making way.

Thought of how to push those unsellable-trash items.

So curious!

The ant-crawling feeling intensified.