Jenny Perot, a fourth-level runemaster from the Captical, was in her room, sorting out her few belongings.
Most of them were tools used to draw runes or draw magic circles, such as a corrosion-resistant dauber, a carving knife mixed with fine gold powder, a wedge-shaped scraper, and various types of pens. Other than that, there were also books and notes that she had carefully collected over the years.
When she left her mentor's Mage Tower, she was only allowed to take these things with her. Other than that, she only had two sets of clothes to change into.
But Jenny Perot still sorted them out seriously, and then placed these few personal belongings on the desk, the cupboard, and the bedside shelf. After that, she sat in the chair in the middle of the room, quietly looking around the wooden hut that could be described as simple and crude.
As the highest-ranked professional in the hundred-person team, she was given special care: an individual house. Even though it was just a simple wooden hut that couldn't be compared to her mentor's Mage Tower, Jenny knew that it was one of the few good huts in the camp. Only the official craftsmen and one other Mage were qualified to live in individual huts, and her hut was the largest among all of them. This already made her very satisfied.
After all, even when she lived in her mentor's Mage Tower, she only slept on a mattress in the storeroom. Other than the walls around her being made of stone, that residence was not much better than this one.
No, this was better. At least this wooden hut was hers, and she did not have to worry about being called by her mentor to test her potions and magic circles.
Jenny looked at everything in front of her quietly, and then lowered her head to look at her hands, thinking about the days ahead.
She was very clear about her awkward position. She was the highest-ranked professional in the team, but in fact, her real extraordinary level was only a mage apprentice. Runemasters were a kind of craftsmanship. Excluding the ability to cast spells and sense magic, they were essentially no different from carpenters and stonemasons. In fact, according to the habits of the mages, the second-level arcanist in the team should be the person with the highest status, so it was obvious that she, as a middle-ranked professional, was just there to make up the numbers.
At the same time, she was also very clear that the legendary Duke from seven hundred years ago could see this at a glance.
But for such an awkward person, they had to treat him seriously according to the rules and provide him with an independent residence. How long could this situation last?
It would probably last until the Duke felt that he had given enough face to the King, or until someone in the fief raised an objection.
When that time came, the only thing that could guarantee her a foothold in this land was the craftsmanship in her hands.
After all, this was a camp that was still under construction, and there were many things that needed to be built. Whether it was the creation of magic tools or the processing of runes, they all needed manpower. Madam Heti could not do everything herself, so Jenny, as a runemaster, had a place to put her skills to use. If she did well enough, she might even be recognized by the lady. Jenny did not dare to ask for too much. She was satisfied with just having a foothold in this place.
Just then, a knock on the door interrupted Jenny's thoughts.
She looked at the door in surprise and nervousness, wondering who would be looking for her at this time. However, she did not stop because of this. Instead, she immediately got up to open the door. No matter who was outside the door, it was best not to offend them.
The door opened, and the person standing at the door made her breath slow for half a beat.
It was a tall figure with short brown hair and deep eyes. It was the owner of this land, the Duke of Gwen Cecil who had been resurrected seven hundred years ago. Next to this tall figure was the elegant and beautiful Madam Heti, who was wearing a long red dress.
The seigneur and the steward came in person, which made Jenny at a loss for a moment. She could not help but think of her wild thoughts and was greatly worried. Did the seigneur already think that he was treating her too well?
While Jenny was a little stunned, Gwen was sizing up the girl in front of him. He could not help but take a few more glances. This runemaster from the Captical looked to be less than twenty years old. She was tall but thin, and had a sickly feeling. She had long silver hair, but it was a little dry and messy due to lack of care. Her hair hung down from both sides of her cheeks. On the left side of her cheek, where the hair could not cover, there were large ugly scars. Those scars were the reason why Gwen could not help but take a few more glances at her.
They had completely affected the girl's originally delicate appearance. Not only did they cover one-third of the left side of her face, but they also spread all the way down her neck. Due to the cover of her clothes, Gwen did not know how big the scars were, but he guessed that it must have been caused by a terrible accident.
Soon, he realized that it was inappropriate to stare at a girl like this, so he withdrew his gaze. "Why, are you not inviting us in?"
Jenny seemed to wake up from her daze. She moved aside helplessly, nervously and cautiously said in a low voice, "Duke … Duke, you came in person … Do you have any orders for me?"
"I'm just here to take a look." Gwen led Heti into the wooden house and casually glanced around. The house was not big, the bedroom and living room were completely connected, and the furnishings inside could be seen at a glance. He saw that it was basically simple furniture made by the territory's carpenters, and there were not many traces of personal belongings. He judged that Jenny Perrault was, as he had guessed, quite down and out in the Captical. "How is it? You've been adapting in the camp for two days, are you satisfied with the life here? "
Jenny did not know why the seigneur and the steward came to her simple house in person, and she did not take the initiative to ask. She could only bite the bullet and answer Gwen's question. "Very … Very satisfied, to be honest, it's better than I imagined."
As she spoke, she moved two chairs for the seigneur and the steward to sit down, and she could only stand by the side. There were only two chairs in total.
"Imagined?" Gwen looked at Jenny curiously. "What did you imagine?"
When Jenny heard this, she felt that she had misspoken, but she had to answer. "At first … I thought it would be more difficult here. I heard that this camp has only been built for a month, and there is a shortage of manpower. I didn't expect that so many houses have been built here, and there's even a dock that can receive goods from Tanzania Town … "
"This is because everyone works hard," Gwen laughed. "And to be honest, this is not fast. I've seen the construction speed of a town in a month."
That was on Earth with cement — Gwen quietly added in his heart.
Jenny was startled by Gwen's casual words, but then she understood in her own way. "Ah, you're talking about the Kingdom of Gondor 700 years ago, right?"
"Something like that," Gawain said casually as he looked at the simple hut. "Well, this is the only living conditions the camp can provide for now. But don't worry, the brick kiln factory has already started construction. When there are enough bricks and tiles, I'll let the people in the territory live in brick houses as soon as possible."
Jenny, "… Huh?"
From the beginning, she had been waiting for Gwen to mention the "excessive treatment", but after a long time, the topic was getting more and more in the wrong direction. She could not help but wonder if the ancient man in front of her was planning the camp according to the standards of the Kingdom of Gondor. But then she remembered that Gwen Cecil also started from scratch and built the Ansu Kingdom with the late king. He had experience in this aspect, so he should not be making a random analysis …
Confused, the runemaster began to make a random analysis.
Gwen did not know what the runemaster called Jenny was thinking. He just said a few words to lighten the mood. Seeing that the atmosphere was not going well, he simply changed the topic. "We're here today mainly to understand the situation of your accommodations, to understand the needs of guests like you who come from afar, and to understand you."
"Understand … me?" Jenny pointed at herself in surprise. "What do you mean?"
Heti took out a piece of paper and pushed it in front of Jenny. "I'll be frank. We've looked at your information. You're a level four runemaster, but your mage level is … an apprentice?"
Jenny's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Sure enough, what was to come had come.
Being a fourth-rank runemaster wouldn't bring her any glory. Instead, being an apprentice-level magician was her true identity. The huge difference in levels didn't mean that she was talented. It would only make people associate her with a "freak".
Or even worse: an apprentice mage was stuffed into the team as a mid-grade profession. What would the founding guild from 700 years ago think? According to the thinking of ordinary nobles, he would inevitably see this as a lie and an insult. It was possible that he would be furious, but he would not be angry with the king. So, the target of his anger could only be Jenny, the "lie itself".
The runemaster from the Captical bowed her head deeply and apologized in the most humble and fearful tone. "I'm sorry, Your Grace, and Miss Heti. I didn't mean to lie to you. I'm willing to accept the punishment …"
But Gwen suddenly interrupted her. "How did you do it?"
Jenny was trying to organize her words so that she could put out the 'anger of the nobles' in her imagination, but she did not expect that Gawain would not only not be angry, but also ask such a stupid question. As a result, she was stunned.
Gwen thought that she did not hear him clearly, so he had to repeat his question. "How did you complete the basic training of a runemaster as an apprentice? Can you sense the magic power of multiple runes at the same time? Can you perform 'magic power regulation' on runes? "
Runemasters were indeed "craftsmen". Their labor was no different from that of masons, but Gwen knew very well that there was still a difference, and the difference was huge.
Not only did a Rune Master need to draw the rune according to the blueprint, but they also needed to be able to actively modify and adjust the positions of the runes. They also needed to be able to adjust and test the runes that they weren't sure about. In order to do this, they needed to grasp the technique of sensing multiple runes and 'adjusting' the runes after the adjustments were made.
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