Ron was quite pleased with their performance.
These two capable assistants each had their strengths, and whether in research or daily affairs, they could share quite a bit of work for him.
Just as everything was ready, a dull rumble echoed from afar, like the low growl of an ancient beast.
Ron looked up and saw, in the distant edge area, the earth suddenly bulging, with a twisting vortex of earth-yellow magic power waves forming in the air.
Next, buildings rose from the ground as if lifted by invisible hands, their contours gradually becoming clear, with walls and roofs quickly taking shape.
"That is..." Lilia widened her eyes in surprise, momentarily forgetting her inspection work.
"The school’s temporary housing area."
Ron calmly explained, a hint of academic interest flashing in his eyes:
"The Earth Mages are using ’Fossil to Mud’ and various construction spells to build temporary housing for evacuees. Those spells reconstruct the underground minerals and rock structures, creating a group of buildings meeting basic living needs in a short time."
As the Vulture Dragon rapidly approached the temporary housing area, Ron could clearly observe the strange sight of high-rise buildings emerging from the flat ground.
With the caster’s movements, the ground trembled, and beams of earth-yellow light surged from below.
Soil and rocks, guided by magic power, flowed and transformed, recomposing into walls, roofs, and foundations as if they were alive.
Buildings that appeared simple but were structurally stable were rapidly taking shape.
Ron watched the entire process without blinking, already analyzing the construction principles and energy flow trajectories of these spells in his mind.
This kind of knowledge derived from practice is often more valuable than the theory in books, especially for a wizard like him who enjoys pursuing interdisciplinary applications.
"Not very delicate, but practical enough."
Ron’s thoughts were filled with academic analysis and some admiration for the school’s efficient crisis response capability:
"At this speed, all evacuees can be settled within a few days. The value of Earth Mages is particularly evident at times like these."
His gaze swept over those newly built houses. Through his "Extraordinary Recognition" ability, he could clearly see the magic flow lines within the buildings.
Although the appearance is simple and even somewhat crude, the internal structure is clearly well-designed.
The traces of magic flow showed that these buildings not only have basic living functions but are also equipped with defensive and stabilizing arrays to withstand general abyssal contamination.
"Ron!"
A familiar voice, tinged with urgency, called from behind.
Ron turned around and saw Lady Allen flying toward him on a broom like a true old witch from those fairy tales.
But what intrigued him more was the small wooden box floating behind her, about palm-sized, its surface engraved with complex runes.
Those runes flickered with a mysterious rhythm, forming a captivating rhythm.
"Madam, what is this..." Ron curiously looked at the box, his eyes filled with strong academic interest.
Lady Allen’s face showed an uncommon look of pride:
"I’m here to show you something interesting. After all, as your guide, I should leave you with some impression before parting."
This expression was extremely rare on Lady Allen’s face, making Ron even more curious about the floating box.
This elderly woman usually maintained a calm and composed demeanor, rarely showing such a near-boastful emotion.
When the group arrived at an open space near the temporary housing area, she gently placed the small box on the ground.
Lady Allen took a silver key from her bosom, engraved with runes similar to those on the box, shining with a faint blue light in the sunlight.
She inserted the key into an almost invisible keyhole on the side of the box.
"Watch carefully," she said softly, then turned the key.
The box emitted a faint glow as the runes on the surface lit up one by one, forming a flowing halo.
Then, the top of the box suddenly opened, a surge of rich magic power pouring out, forming a semi-transparent sphere in the air.
That magic power was different from ordinary energy fluctuations, heavier, more ancient, seemingly carrying some indescribable weight of time.
The sphere rapidly expanded, revealing blurry outlines inside that gradually became clear — it was Lady Allen’s familiar herb store!
Complete, identical in every brick and tile, from the worn porch to the window frames filled with traces of time.
Even the strange plant with an unknown name in front of the door was perfectly replicated.
With a soft "pop," the sphere burst and vanished, and the herb store stood firmly on the ground, as if it had always been there.
The entire process was devoid of any smoke or energy aftershocks, incredibly quiet.
"This..." A trace of rare surprise flashed in Ron’s eyes, even forgetting to maintain his usual calm expression:
"Space Folding Technique? Or some kind of Form Transformation? Or is it Dimension Crossing?"
His mind was racing, trying to analyze all he had just seen.
This spell clearly exceeded his current knowledge, involving deeper principles than his studied space theories.
This unknown was precisely the best catalyst to ignite his curiosity.
Lady Allen smiled faintly, her dark green eyes flickering with some pride:
"It has some elements of both, but it’s not entirely either. This is the ’Pocket House Technique,’ an ancient space element spell that can shrink and enlarge buildings while maintaining their internal structures and contents.