After class, Tutor Louis left as usual, instead watching me copy the magic materials on the blackboard.

"With your talent, you can completely specialize in magic creation, and why do you have to learn other magic."

Suddenly, the voice of Mentor Louis came.

"Hobbies." I lay on the table and copied frantically, without raising my head.

"Even if you're young and energetic, you can't afford to learn so much at the same time."

Not far in front of him, Mentor Louis said lightly.

"I know this, I have a solution." After writing the record, I began to roll up the parchment paper and put it away.

I'm afraid of something with system skills to protect myself.,Just throw more skills into it.。

If you learn a little more now, you will become rich in choosing your direction in the future.

"If you can, I still hope that you will specialize in demonic creation, after all, with a talent like yours, it would be a pity to waste it." I looked up and saw Mentor Louis looking at me expectantly.

"No, this world is too dangerous, don't learn more magic protection, I'm afraid that one day I will be killed by others without knowing it." I turned my head, avoiding Mentor Louis's gaze. "Don't worry, I won't leave it behind, it's a good thing."

"I hope so." Mentor Louis said in a low voice. "Actually, as long as you stay in Phyllis Academy, a talent like you, the academy will come forward to protect you."

"I'm not going to leave my safety in the hands of others." I pouted. "I almost hung up last night, and no one from the academy showed up."

“……”

“……”

"Ahh

"Forget it, I'll just take it as if I didn't see it, remember to come to the Demon Creation Society in the afternoon."

"Okay, see you again Mentor Louis."

In the cafeteria at noon, I became the focus of my classmates' attention again.

Damn, go find Div in the afternoon, get a cloak and talk about it, it's uncomfortable to be stared at like this.

Isn't the college already issuing a notice to buy new uniforms?

Why haven't I seen anyone else wear it until now?

In the afternoon, the Demon Creation Society.

"Mentor Louis, you're here so early."

Pushing the door open, I saw Mentor Louis sitting upright in his chair with his eyes closed.

"yes, didn't you say you'd give me the books on processing techniques in the afternoon?"

"Ah, forgot, I'll write it for you right now."

As a result, Mentor Louis handed me a piece of paper, and I began to write on it at a rapid pace.

After more than an hour, I handed over the first volume of the Practical Techniques of Fitters to Tutor Louis.

"Let's write so much first, I can't stand it if I continue to write, and I will write the rest slowly later."

Well, actually writing for more than an hour is not a burden on me at all.

As long as you are patient enough, you can continue to sit here and write for hours.

The point is, when I was writing this, I casually glanced at it and found that my physical strength was slowly decreasing.

So after an hour of writing, I decisively stopped.

I still have my own business to do, what should I do now that I have used up my stamina?

As for what I would write this for?

There was a time when I was bored and flipped through it at will, but now I can write it silently, which is very strong.

Tutor Louis took the paper I was writing on and stepped aside to begin researching it, while I continued with the same work I did yesterday.

It's just that the things made today are much more sophisticated than the things made randomly yesterday.

"Peter, you copy these and bind them into a book." Mentor Louis said to Peter, who had just walked in. "Remember to be neat and tidy."

Hey, Mentor Louis, I'm doing my own stuff and don't pay too much attention to what's going on around me.

But if you say to my face that my handwriting is poor, I won't be able to hear it!

Well, although the poor handwriting is a fact.

Speaking of which Peter is really pitiful, as far as he has been observing, he is basically the royal coolie of Mentor Louis.

"Classmate Qin Xin, why did you make so many of these parts?"

Peter, who was holding the parchment, was sitting not far from me and was copying, and when he saw the same parts I had thrown on the ground, he said a little strangely.

"Oh, these are substandard parts." I looked around and realized that I had made so many parts before I knew it.

Scratch and pull on the ground at will, and put the qualified parts together and stack them, so as not to have to identify them again after a while.

"Is this a substandard part?" Peter leaned over in amazement, picked up a few parts and put them in front of him to compare them. "It's the perfect part."

"What kind of eyes do you have, these parts are a bit of a big tolerance." I randomly picked up two identical parts and put them together for easy comparison.

"There's a bit of a gap here." I pointed to the two magic array conversion parts that were almost identical, pointed to the small flaw on them, and said to Peter.

"How is it possible, is this also considered unqualified?" Peter's head snapped in.

"Stay away from me, I'm not used to others getting so close to me, take it and see it yourself." I shoved Peter's head away and threw the two parts in my hand.

Peter, who had just realized that he was very rude, blushed and hurriedly took the two parts I threw over and compared them.

"The error of such parts is very small, and it is not qualified for anything." Peter looked at the parts in his hand and looked at me with some puzzlement.

"Yesterday, the magic machine changed its speed, and when it was exerted, do you remember the 'zzi' sound?" I took the file and used the parts in the hands of the skilled worker, and said without raising my head.

"I discussed this with Mentor Louis this morning, and it is estimated that it is the sound of mana leakage caused by the lack of close alignment of the magic array conversion parts." I put down the file, blew lightly on the part, blew off the metal chips on it, and looked out the window as I spoke.

"In this case, as long as the magic motive machine converts the magic array a few times to adjust the output speed or something, the overflowing magic power will erode and destroy this part." After seeing what had not yet been polished on the part, I picked up the small sand and gravel cut into square shapes and began to polish it.

"At present, the only way to solve the problem is to make the accuracy of this part to the limit, which can theoretically increase the service life of this new magic machine." After the rough grinding was completed, I picked up the paraffin wax and began to polish it finely, striving to make the error invisible to the naked eye.

"Can I use these parts?" Peter said cautiously.

"Take it, I won't need it anyway." I said nonchalantly.

These finished products can be melted and remade when you have nothing to do, and you can also mix some skill points obtained from production.

But now I don't have that free time, I'm busy.