The thought laboratory in his mind operated at one-tenth the speed of reality. He had originally calculated the time so that he would never be late, but in the end... No matter what, he had indeed made a mistake.

Seeing the girl about to cry again, Logan Bennett had no choice but to lower his head and admit his fault: “Vera Smith, I know I was wrong.”

Vera Smith sniffled, “Promise me, you’ll focus from now on!”

Logan Bennett immediately raised his hand in a swearing gesture: “I promise!”

Vera Smith broke into a smile through her tears. “I can’t be bothered with you. Is everything ready?”

“All done, all done. It’s been ready for a while.”

Logan Bennett reached out and patted the clay ring on the table. “Look, I carefully sanded it with sandpaper. The surface is smooth, not a single burr to be felt. I’ve rounded every edge on the ring, so there’s no way anyone will feel uncomfortable touching it.”

The clay ring was about 2 centimeters thick, with an outer diameter of over 40 centimeters and an inner hole of about 30 centimeters. The structure wasn’t complicated, but there were quite a few corners and indentations that all needed to be smoothed out, which took some effort.

Vera Smith walked over and gently stroked the surface of the ring. It felt delicate and smooth, extremely comfortable, and there were no flaws—every tiny detail had been carefully handled. Even the pickiest person couldn’t find fault with it.

She was very satisfied. “Not bad, really not bad.”

Logan Bennett chuckled to himself, thinking, “To avoid getting beaten, I put in a lot of hard work practicing in the thought laboratory. I practiced this task over a hundred times—of course it turned out well.”

As she kept touching it, Vera Smith suddenly asked curiously, “Logan Bennett, this thing looks so strange, and you even want to add a temperature control spell. Tell me, what exactly is it for?”

Logan Bennett glanced at the clay ring, his gaze lingering for half a second on the hole in the center. The corner of his eye twitched slightly, and he mumbled, “Why do you care about that? Is the enchanting powder for the temperature control spell ready?”

Vera Smith’s attention was immediately diverted. “It’s ready.”

“Then let’s begin!”

Once Vera Smith was ready, Logan Bennett focused his mind and cast ‘Levitation’ on the clay ring.

The clay ring, weighing at least 3 kilograms, instantly floated up as lightly as a feather, hovering half a meter in front of Logan Bennett without moving at all.

Vera Smith cleared her mind, her expression solemn. She picked up the wooden bowl in her hands and splashed its contents forcefully onto the clay ring. The dark red powder scattered out.

“Enchant: Temperature Control!”

Vera Smith waved her hands repeatedly, a faint white glow appearing on her small hands. The dark red powder seemed to come alive, swirling and spiraling around the clay ring, finally merging into it bit by bit.

The whole process lasted about five minutes. After five minutes, all the dark red powder had disappeared, and the clay ring had changed from grayish-white to deep red, its surface covered with a faint reddish glow—the magical aura of the temperature control spell.

Vera Smith let out a breath, relieved. “It’s done.”

Logan Bennett immediately stopped the levitation spell and reached out to catch the clay ring. By now, his forehead was covered in sweat, and heat was rising from the top of his head as if he’d just run a marathon.

Keeping a 3-kilogram object suspended in the air with levitation, and holding it perfectly still for five minutes, was an extremely difficult feat.

Vera Smith couldn’t manage this task. She could make the ring float, and she could keep it up for five minutes, but she couldn’t keep it perfectly still.

If the object shook even a little during the enchanting process, the powder would adhere unevenly. Even if the enchantment didn’t fail on the spot, the final product would definitely be defective.

According to Fiona Carter, Logan Bennett had extraordinary control over magic power—this was his talent. But only Logan Bennett himself knew that it was all the result of hard training.

“Come check it, see if there are any flaws.” Logan Bennett gently placed the clay ring on the table.

“Okay.”

Vera Smith took a cotton cloth from her sleeve and helped Logan Bennett wipe the sweat from his forehead. After she finished, she earnestly reminded him, “Remember, wait until your sweat dries before leaving the room. Otherwise, if you get hit by the cold wind outside, you’ll catch a cold easily.”

“I know. Let me do it myself.” Logan Bennett snatched the cloth from Vera Smith and wiped himself off. Having been single for two lifetimes, he’d never experienced such gentle treatment.

“You’re blushing,” Vera Smith giggled.

“Go check it already,” Logan Bennett couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

Only then did Vera Smith walk over to the ring and inspect it carefully.

A few minutes later, she nodded in satisfaction. “The appearance is flawless, the texture is delicate and soft, and the temperature at every spot is just right—not too hot, not too cold. That’s really hard to achieve. I think the master will definitely be very pleased.”

The moment he heard the word ‘master’, Logan Bennett felt a chill in his heart. A pale, gloomy face flashed through his mind, and all his joy instantly vanished, replaced by a surge of uncontrollable anger. He struggled to suppress it, falling silent.

Vera Smith understood what Logan Bennett was thinking. She pursed her lips and said softly, “Logan Bennett, the master really is a bit harsh with you…”

Logan Bennett gritted his teeth, a cold laugh squeezing out between them: “Heh heh~”

Harsh?