Three days later.
Hami crossed his legs and leaned against a leather chair. He rested his chin on one hand and played with a magic pinball in the other. He threw the pinball out from time to time. Every time the colorless pinball hit the ground or wall, it would change color. After bouncing a few times, it would turn into a bright-colored magic pinball and return to Hami's hand.
The specialty of the magic pinball was that no matter how it was thrown, it would bounce back to its owner.
It was an alchemy gadget, mostly made by novice alchemists.
"If you have time to play with magic pinballs, why don't you help me check these resource application reports?" A fat acolyte sitting at the front table counted the missing supplies with his fingers while recording them down and sending them to the headquarters.
"This is old man Boro's task for you, not me," Hami said impatiently.
"It's all your fault. What the hell are you applying for? Last time, you secretly applied for something like … a music box? Old man Boro was criticized for a few days, but this time, I'm the one who's supposed to check the application reports, "Fatty retorted.
Hami snorted, "You mortals don't understand. That's a trend for art wizards. Listening to music, experiencing illusions, drinking a little wine, and enjoying the breeze … How pleasant."
"Didn't you say you're a practical fighter? Why do you sound like an academic?"
"I can't fight all day long, right? When fighting, I have to enjoy myself. When resting, I have to be refined." Hami proudly described the quality of life that a refined boy should have.
"Stop it. I don't want to listen to your nonsense. It'll disturb my train of thought … Huh? Why did old man Boro apply for a Mirror? Isn't that for official wizards? Will the higher-ups approve it? "Fatty scratched his head and asked in confusion.
"You just don't check enough reports. The Mirror publishes a joint edition every year for apprentices. It's mainly to introduce new wizards, announce some common cantrips, and announce some policy changes. "Hami pursed his lips," It's published quite early this year. I don't know what big news there is. Oh right, Fatty, can you secretly apply for a Bloodshark Suit for me? "
"No." It wasn't Fatty who spoke. It was old man Boro who came in with a crutch.
"Why? I'm itching to go down to the sea and kill some monsters. I have to give the materials to the headquarters, "Hami complained.
"There's no limit." Burrow had to lift his white beard with his hand to prevent it from falling to the ground.
"Then cancel the Mirror. It's the same every year." Boro shook his head.
"But this year, Brute Cavern," he shook his head. "Ruthless Thorn" Madelyn.... to come to Brute's to come to Brute force......... Remember it.............................. to the................ apprentice.................
"I can't find it anyway, so there's no point in memorizing it. I still want the Blood Shark Suit," Hami protested.
"Fine. You don't think that's important. Then what about the lives of our apprentices?" Boro knocked on the floor several times with his crutch to attract everyone's attention. "I just heard something. You know what happened in Sleepless City, right? Now that the Evernight Kingdom is facing a great disaster, the parasites have reached Parmigi Highlands. Brute Cavern might be affected as well. We have to read the latest issue of Mirror and see what they have to say. "
Hearing this, everyone's expression turned solemn. They could ignore the other details, but they had to pay attention to their own future.
After Boro finished speaking, he strode over to the fat apprentice and carefully checked the name of the application.
"Materials, tools, books, and other supplies. You're almost done. Go and send the application." Boro asked the fat apprentice to go to the roof. He then sat down in front of his desk and began writing a flight chart with a pen.
It took him about an hour. When the fat apprentice came back, Boro still hadn't finished.
Hami looked at the chart curiously. "Hey, old man. Why are you writing this? Why is it all about the Whalebone Sea? "
Boro took a break and answered, "Mister Padt, the one who accepted the guide mission, is going to cross Devil's Water this year. He'll definitely come back next year or the year after. I went to the White Clam Shipping Company to ask about this schedule. He needs to know the route to return to Fey Continent, or he'll get lost at Devil's Water. "
"Just tell him the addresses of the White Clam Shipping Company's branches and let him find them himself," Hami said. Hemi didn't think much of it. He was still angry at the person who cheated him of his feelings.
"Of course. But I'll try my best to help him. Mister Padt doesn't look like an ordinary person, "Boro said as he wrote.
"Of course not. Isn't he an apprentice?"
"Don't be silly. I mean, there are a lot of strange things about him. He looks like a middle-aged man, but sometimes I feel a bit uncomfortable. Last time, when he showed you the guide mission on the bone card, he purposely covered up his personal information. That's a bit strange. "Boro thought for a moment." But I can't put my finger on it. Anyway, there's nothing wrong with helping him more. Even if he's just an ordinary apprentice, I'll just consider it as opening up a new network. "
"He's just a loser. What's there to pay attention to?" Hami sneered. "Typical academic style. Other people might not accept your kindness. It's useless."
Hami then went back to playing with his magic marbles in a daze.
Boro shook his head and continued to copy the schedule. He recorded the possible destinations and times of the White Clam Shipping Company's departure next year.
Because the news was too fragmented, by the time Boro finished writing, the sky was already dark.
The hissing oil lamps illuminated the hall with a bright yellow color, making the somewhat old wooden building even more ancient.
The night breeze blew in through the window, lifting the tattered curtains and bringing with it the unique smell of the ocean.
Under the calm sea breeze, Boro finally put down his pen.
Boro looked at the night sky outside. It wasn't a good time to talk to Patt at this hour. Even though superhumans rarely slept at night, if they happened to fall asleep tonight and he disturbed them, it would stir up conflict.
Boro decided to go tomorrow. There were still two days before Padt left anyway.
But …
"The Limpet is leaving in two days. Mister Padt has been in his room for three days. What is he doing?" Boro wondered.
Boro looked at Hami who was dozing off and asked, "Hami, did you notice what Mister Padt was doing when you delivered the food?"
Hami stretched his back. "Don't mention it. That guy was tailoring clothes. When I went in, I saw a bunch of silk threads on the floor and some patterns on the table. He's just like a girl. "
"Don't be ridiculous. Tailors aren't just for women. Many of the best tailors are men," Boro refuted.
"So he's a tailor?" Boro pondered in his heart. Suddenly, he thought of something. "Did you see the cloth and the threads he cut? Are they magic materials?"
"Of course I saw it clearly. They're all mortal items. That thread is of high quality, though. It's only one step away from becoming a magical material. But he's only one step away from becoming a mortal material." Hami laughed. "You don't think he's an alchemist, do you? There aren't that many alchemists in the world. "
Boro nodded. "You're right. Compared to Floating Mech City, Brute Cavern doesn't have enough alchemists."
The night passed. Boro went to his room on the third floor with the flight schedule.
When he came downstairs, he frowned while stroking his beard. Hami was right. Mr. Padt was indeed making clothes with ordinary materials. But why did he feel like he had seen the tools on the table somewhere before?
Boro shook his head to get rid of those useless thoughts.
Anyways, he had already done his best. That Mister Padt was also very grateful to him. Thinking about it, he should be able to develop some connections. Nothing else mattered.
After Boro left, Angor carefully put away the flight schedule in his room.
He was planning to ask Boro about the locations of supernatural bases so that he wouldn't get lost on his way back. However, Boro already knew all the routes for the next two years.
Judging from the thickness of the notes, Boro must have spent quite a bit of effort.
Angor understood Boro's feelings. An old apprentice who was nearing the end of his lifespan wanted to seize every opportunity to find a way to advance.
Angor knew that Boro had his own reasons, but he didn't dislike such utilitarian contacts. On the other hand, he was more worried when someone showed him kindness for no reason.
Instead of thinking about Boro's request, Angor focused on the task at hand.
Since he was in someone else's territory, he couldn't keep experimenting with illusions. She didn't want to waste any more time, so she simply put her plan of tailoring on the learning agenda.
He planned to learn it when he was still in Brute Cavern, but he had to wait until now because of various things.
Still, it was a relatively simple craft in alchemy, at least for Angor. He was now an enchantment major, and he could easily enchant a piece of clothing with some basic enchantments.
However, there were many things to consider if he wanted to make the clothes into tiered items. For example, certain patterns in magic arrays required the use of corresponding materials during enchantment. Moreover, the attributes of the materials had to be compatible, and the texture of the skin had to be connected. This restricted the choice of materials for enchantment alchemists when it came to making clothes.
Synthesis alchemy, on the other hand, didn't have this problem. He could freely design his own ideas. Of course, synthesis alchemy was much more difficult than enchantment alchemy.
Due to the limitations of enchantment alchemy, it was difficult for Angor to perfectly recreate his own robe.
For example, he wanted to make a robe that could maintain a constant temperature. His original design was to use silk as the basis for the mageweath. However, there were many lines in the mageweath that had meanings such as: sun, light, heat …
Silk couldn't carry the runes at all. They would burn as soon as he drew them.
Therefore, it wasn't easy for him to design an alchemy robe that looked good, was made of suitable materials, and had the required functions.
Using enchantment to make clothes was easy to learn, but difficult to master.
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