Mage Cohen walked down the spacious, brightly lit corridor of the Wizard Technology Institute, and the researchers in white wizard robes came and went around him, and from time to time someone stopped to say hello to each other, and then asked to go to the laboratory where he worked.

Cohen wore the same white robe.

Seventy-two steps from the entrance of the institute to the antechamber, and one hundred and two steps from the foyer to the first practical technology laboratory, passing through three doors and a corridor in between, Cohen walked unhurriedly on a route he had begun to familiarize, with every step landing with great precision.

He glanced down at himself, the short white robe was hardly adorned, except for a metal stamped card pinned to the chest of the robe, with his name and a serial number printed on it, and it wasn't a magical robe - it was just a cloth robe, if there was anything special, that was that almost everyone in this institute wore similar clothes, and this dress had a very unusual meaning in this land.

The garment represents the identity of "magician", a term that has never been heard before and is unique to the land.

Since arriving in this land, Cohen has been working in the Magic Technique Research Institute for more than four weeks, that is, more than forty days, and for this third-level arcanist from the royal capital, Cecil's life is not exactly what he originally imagined - here he has met the powerful ancient arcanist, the legendary pioneer hero, and he has also seen magical creations such as magic nets and magic energy engines that are said to be some kind of lost technology, but aside from that, the environment he is in is very different from what he imagined.

This is not a difficult and barren land where the Cecil people have taken root and prospered incredibly, but at the same time it is not a land that follows the ancient ritual system - although it was founded by a true ancient hero, Cecil's rules can almost be described as deviant to Cohen, the royal mage.

The great freedom enjoyed by the commoners, the relegation of the aristocracy to the back burner, and the efficient control of the government department...... Cecil was in the south of Ansu, but everything that happened here seemed to be in some far-flung foreign land that only appeared in stories, Cohen thought that he had been invited here as a mage, to burrow into some ancient relics and musty texts to bury his head in research, but he did not expect that he would become a "magic technician apprentice" here, to learn a set of unheard of knowledge from scratch, and - to study with a group of mage apprentices, craftsmen, and scholars.

In this field, everyone's starting line is the same, and the transcendent have no privileges.

To be honest, it was really difficult to adapt at first, but now Cohen has gradually become accustomed to it, he is not the heir of a noble family, nor is he a genius mage with outstanding talent, he is just the child of a lucky merchant, and he has not enjoyed any supernatural privileges in the royal capital mage circle, so it is naturally much easier to adapt here. And he was more sensibly aware of one thing, and that was that even if what happened in this land was more deviant, he was not in a position to question it—because the order of this land was Gawain? The people who instituted these orders by Cecil, who established them, also established the order of Ansu seven hundred years ago.

All the so-called "rules of civilized society" in Ansu today are just the result of the evolution of the words casually spoken by the ancient hero seven centuries ago after a long period of time, so it is meaningless to discuss what "etiquette orthodoxy" is in Cecil's territory, and the words of the founding duke are orthodoxy.

Cohen had already made this belief clear in his mind, but he himself didn't know if it was because he had seen that Master Carmel do it to Gawain? Cecil bowed and saluted......

With some vague thoughts in his mind, Cohen came to the door of the First Practical Technology Laboratory, but before he could push the door open, a young girl with a flaxen single ponytail ran down the hallway, waving a rolled-up roll of paper: "Cohen! A new issue of Cecil Weekly! I bought it for you - don't forget to come back and treat me to dinner! ”

Cohen raised his hand to take the weekly report from the girl's hand, casually agreed, and then watched the girl run happily to another research room at the end of the hallway.

The girl's name was Media, and she was a mage apprentice brought by Kant, and she came before Cohen, and became the "senior" in the Institute of Magic Guidance, and Cohen's life in the institute was taken care of by her. Medea was a warm girl, and seemed to be heavily influenced by the lord's mind, helpful and not much hierarchical, and many people in the institute liked this enthusiastic girl.

Cohen smiled and shook his head, reading the newspaper in his hand as he walked into the lab where he worked.

The newspaper, which is also unique to this land, appeared not very early, only three issues have been published so far, but Cohen was very interested in it, reading the newspaper was not as exhausting as reading a magic book, but its content was interesting and practical, and Cohen regarded it as a relaxing reading to regulate his energy - he knew that many people in the institute did the same.

And Cohen knows that the recent projects he and his colleagues at the institute have a lot to do with something called a "newspaper."

"Cohen—good morning," after entering the laboratory, a colleague immediately greeted him nearby, and a magician technician who was more familiar with him greeted Cohen, and this magician couldn't help but be curious when he saw the newspaper in Cohen's hand, "What is written on it this time?" I haven't had time to see it yet. ”

Another magician next to him smiled and said, "I hope to see the sequel to the last episode of 'Strange Tales of the Northern Mountains and Forests' - I really didn't expect that there are so many strange legends and stories in the northern region of the kingdom." ”

"Keep an eye out for useful news," Cohen glanced at the wizard and raised the newspaper in his hand, "It says that His Majesty has gone to the border to negotiate with Emperor Typhon—and Mr. Godwin assumes they will meet next week." ”

"Tsk, this day is still here," the magician who spoke first smacked his lips, "It seems that our Majesty the King is also in a hurry." ”

"Nobody likes to fight, especially His Majesty - he'll have to get a lot of money," the second wizard said with a laugh, "He spent all his savings ten years ago on the Silver Castle!" ”

Cohen didn't participate in the rest of the conversation, he just smiled and shook his head, folded the newspaper and put it in his cupboard.

In the frontier of the remote southern frontier, two men who were no more than craftsmen and mage's apprentices talked so naturally about the negotiation between the king and the neighboring emperor—and it was not a few years ago, but what was happening these days, which was an unbelievable sight.

The Cecil seemed to be accustomed to all sorts of incredible things, but it would take a little time for him, a magician from the royal capital, to fully adapt to all of this.

At that moment, a person walked into the laboratory, and the magicians who were talking and organizing their personal belongings immediately fell silent.

It was a girl with dark brown hair, younger than everyone in the room, and even looked like she had just come of age, with a bright smile on her face, and she was very popular along the way, but no one in the lab dared to despise this young girl, not even Cohen.

Because this girl, who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, was the owner of the entire Magic Technique Research Institute, and the heir to the ancient family that had inherited Cecil's surname and ruled the land.

"Hello everyone!" The girl happily walked to the center of the laboratory and waved to greet the people on the scene, not showing any aristocratic momentum at all, but Cohen bowed his head respectfully like the others, and saluted in a neat voice: "Good morning, Baroness Rebecca." ”

"Okay, okay, everyone, don't be polite," Rebecca waved her hand, "We'll continue the project today, and each team will continue to test the part of the data and materials for which they are responsible." Bruce, Terry, come here, I have a new idea that needs to be tested. ”

The workflow of the laboratory immediately worked, and the people of each "team" were in working condition in the shortest possible time, and Cohen also devoted himself to his task - he has not yet become a formal magician technician, but is training as an apprentice, but he has the qualification of a third-level arcanist, and his learning in the field of rune logic is progressing rapidly, so he has obtained the qualification to work in the laboratory in advance.

He himself cherishes such an opportunity.

The "magic research" of the Magic Technology Research Institute is different from other places, there are no dark and cramped magic towers and gloomy and lonely magicians, and there are no trembling magic apprentices and weird and obscure magic experiments that depend on luck, here, a large number of technicians discuss and cooperate with each other, everyone's inspiration and ideas will be discussed and verified, a large topic is divided into small parts in the laboratory, and then several teams work together to "tackle key problems", This unprecedented way of studying magic was an eye-opener for Cohen at first, and it didn't take him long to fully immerse himself in it—the collision of ideas and ideas, the blending of inspiration and inspiration, the way everyone shared their knowledge together, and worked towards a goal was much more comfortable than staying in the Royal Mage Guild.

Cohen's task isn't complicated – he's in charge of testing which magic can be used to leave an imprint on which material, and making sure the process is reversible.

In fact, most of the work groups in the lab are doing this simple but boring job.

Cohen knew the purpose of the work—to create a "printing tool" that could be quickly plate-making and reusable, and the goal of the task was hung on the wall in front of the door in the lab, and had been hanging there for many days.

That's why the projects he and his colleagues are working on now have a lot to do with "newspapers" – the people in the lab are smart, and everyone can think of what the new printing tool could be used for once their research is successful.

The thought that the research he was working on could be transformed into something new and significant felt like a drive he had never felt before—a drive that was completely different from finally mastering a new spell after months of rote memorization.

He had the feeling that he was also involved in the construction of history.