It took Lazarus an entire hour before he finally finished with his calculations. "I GOT IT!" he exclaimed. "I GOT IT!"
Michael had been watching the entire time. And even though he had ChatJK6 try and decipher what it was the undead Mystic Master was writing, she could find a way to decode it.
It was some kind of language that only Lazarus seemed to understand. Probably something he concocted on his own. Something that had to do with his own Arcane Magic, which would explain why ChatJK6 couldn't understand it. After all, Michael wasn't a 9-star mage yet.
"What did you find out?"
Lazarus was in his own world, cheering by himself as if there was no one else in the room. The man was rolling on the floor in complete euphoria.
"What did you find out?" Michael asked again, using his own Nascent Influence subtly nudge the undead Mystic Master from his own stupor.
"Oh," Lazarus said, shaking his head. "Yeah! I found out a way in order to breed the Magica Monsters!"
