Life in the deep blue is tense and regular, and time slips away inadvertently. Richard is still Richard, and his life has not changed much, except that many inexplicable incomes have begun to increase on his monthly bills, and 'Helen Sue's Joy' has always been the largest piece of income. Richard never understood how he made Su Helen 'happy', but every time he saw the bill, he would really feel the heavy gold content of the legendary mage's joy. If at least one of the Grand Magus wants such 'joy', it won't be long before they go bankrupt.

Although Su Hailun has been happy, Richard has always been able to maintain a balance of payments. The cultivation of a magician requires a huge consumption that is unimaginable to ordinary people, and it can be said that there is no end. Moreover, the class schedule that Richard got has also changed recently, except for the big courses that everyone can listen to, such as the philosophy of magic, the politics of the continent, and the introduction to alchemy, the number of small-scale courses on his schedule has suddenly increased significantly, and even when he enters the classroom at the designated time, he will find that he is the only student in some subjects.

That's not a good thing, at least that's what Richard thought. This is because each magister who teaches has a corresponding reward, and according to the regulations, the remuneration is shared by all the students who attend the class. Teaching alone meant that Richard had to pay the full amount of his tutor himself. As a result, the spending items on his monthly bill are also ballooning.

However, Richard found that after the legendary mage's first joy, he suddenly received a lot more attention from the people around him. People often point fingers at him in passing, chance encounters and even classes, and then whisper to each other. Richard's perception was not strong enough to perceive what they were saying, and he didn't care. It's just that this feeling of being noticed all the time makes Xiao Li feel uncomfortable all over.

The legendary mage's so-called strict secrecy lasted less than a week before he told the people in his inner circle that he had accepted a future constructor as a student. These people also failed to hold on to the full moon, and told the news to their own hearts. In less than two months, the entire Deep Blue knew that a future builder was being born. Although there is endless uncertainty about the future, since this is Su Hailun's assessment, it must be correct. Even if there are still people who have doubts, they will not be stupid enough to say it. Fools who always tell the truth, without the help of legendary mages, naturally there are a large number of people who are willing to destroy them in exchange for 'Su Helen's Joy'.

Therefore, until now, there is only one person in the entire dark blue who does not know who the future constructor is, and the person who has been shut up by this news is Richard. Of course, Richard didn't feel abnormal, for example, I don't know why, the course was mathematics, geometry, composition, aesthetics...... All the courses related to the magic circle suddenly multiplied, and some of the courses even had classmates in the basic tutorial section, and then he was the only student left. However, Richard's reaction to these anomalies was only slightly concerned about the increased spending that the course would imply.

Recently, Richard's curriculum has undergone a new change, and the number of drawing courses has begun to increase dramatically, and the basis for the introduction is drawing. Richard began a whole new field of study. But the homework he handed in always made the once famous Norland painter cry and laugh. Each of Richard's sketches was so precise that he couldn't find a single flaw. But what about Shen Yun? Painting is art, not simply reproducing reality. But if the reproduction of the real is no different from the real, it can also be called a kind of art, right? So every time this great painter sees Richard's works, his chest is always tightened and he wants to vomit blood. The paintings, which were accurate to one hundredth of a centimeter, were like boulders, smashing heavily on his chest, crushing his belief and understanding of art again and again.

How could it be so precise!

But from the beginning to the end, the great painter couldn't spit out a word of rebuke. Although Richard's paintings do not conform to the usual art of painting, no matter what goes to the extreme, it can be regarded as an art. Moreover, as a fifteenth-level ** painter, he understands that Richard may not be enlightened in art, but for magicians, especially constructors, this kind of precision is a unique talent. So he couldn't say anything out of place at all, after all, no matter how fanatical he was about art, he couldn't ignore the weight of 'Helen Su's delight'. Just as a building needs a foundation, art needs bread and gold offerings.

And if he ruined a future Saint Constructor because of his preference, he would have to face "Su Helen's Fury" at that time. As long as he thinks of that possible prospect, this great magician and great painter with a habit of cleanliness would rather be killed by the polar gray dwarf**.

Richard, on the other hand, occasionally struggled with his bills. He has now added a lot of 'homework', and he has calculated that he has to complete an average of one small painting, two to five exploded maps of the magic circle, and a lot of plane geometry homework per night. Not to mention the difficulty of the content of the homework, the key is that the stationery used to write the homework is very valuable. The first is the writing tool, which requires the consumption of a large amount of special magic paper, such as starstripe paper, moon mark paper, abyssal nightmare cloth, etc., as well as a variety of inks, from ordinary dark ink all the way up to Lorsja's infernal blood. Anyway, the common feature of these materials is that they are expensive, and basically the longer the name, the more expensive it is. As for the plane geometry, because it is a three-dimensional composition, it needs to be completed on the magic image of the magic platform, and the number of magic crystals consumed, Richard has no intention of calculating. All in all, he would often see waiters bring in boxes of brand-new magic crystals and then move the empty ones out.

If it weren't for the joy of the legendary mage, Richard really didn't know how he would have continued, and now he could barely make ends meet. In addition to classes and homework, he also needs to meditate and practice magic skills, and the time spent on this part has been compressed to the limit, and if it is reduced, it will really affect the growth of his own magic power.

In setting the expected magnitude of magical growth, Richard used the average level of low-level mages observed on a daily basis as a benchmark, and did not compare it with others like Minnie. Even if you only maintain a basic rate of magical progress, you must rely on the Magic Restoration Elixir. The Magic Restoration Elixir with a unit price of 500 gold coins is 15,000 gold coins a month if you bottle it every day. Again, an expensive expense.

There was so little time left for Richard that the only option left was to compress his sleep. But when he was growing his body, the food he served every day was specially prepared, which contained the flesh and blood of several rare demonic beasts, which could condense the essence blood and accelerate the growth of the body. The common denominator of these special ingredients for them to be fully effective is that they need enough sleep. Fortunately, there are many other ways to do shallow meditation through guò sleep in the dark blue, and although the effect is limited, it is better than nothing.

The problem that Richard is facing now is that he has too much to do and too little time for himself, and how to allocate his limited time and resources to maximize the overall effect is obviously a mathematical problem. And the difficulty of this problem increases dramatically as the variables increase. It took Richard four full days to sort out the things to be done, summarize them into several categories, list the necessary steps, exert his intellectual talents to the limit, and calculate the optimal distribution of matter, time, and operation, so as to solve the problem that had been bothering him. The four days were well worth it, as the 'precision' talent immediately yielded a comparison of the benefits of the old and new solutions as soon as the solution was formed. If you don't optimize for maximum overall effect, Richard will waste more time than the four days combined in a month.

Only in this way, Richard found himself living like the most accurate alchemy machine. But what does it matter, his world has gone digital and he doesn't care if life is a little more mechanical.

And so, in a life as precise as a magic clock, Richard ushered in his first spring in the deep blue, and also ushered in his eleventh birthday. That morning, he stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.

Standing across from him was a teenager. Because the children of the mountains tended to grow taller, and the special food supply quickened and strengthened this process, Richard was now more than half a head taller than his peers, and looked like he was thirteen or fourteen years old. His face had almost completely lost its childishness, and his calm eyes made people mistakenly think that they belonged to adults. Maybe it's because he's gone through too many changes, or maybe it's because he's inherited from his father Gordon's blood, Richard's facial contours have a little stiff lines, and he looks a little manly. On the other hand, his appearance inherited more of the Silver Moon Elf's characteristic emblems, with long, slightly curved eyes, slender and straight eyebrows, and a tall and straight nose, all of which were characteristics of the High Elf pure-blood nobles. Richard didn't care how he looked, but the extensive painting and aesthetics classes taught him that he didn't look good......

It was a rarity...'precision' talent immediately corrected his erroneous views.

But so what? Little Richard didn't think much of it at all, and half a year of intensive education had already imprinted his thinking deeply blue. That is, strength is a qiē, and beautiful things are just appendages of power, just as a beautiful woman is a necessary medal for a big man.

Of course, the growing breadth of knowledge taught Richard that in many cases, the pretty man was the rarer medal.

Anyway, this year Richard turned eleven. It is not uncommon for children in the mountains to mature early, and to start a family at the age of twelve. Thinking back to the first ten years of his life, whenever he had a birthday, Illani would give him a summary of the year, telling him what he had gained during the year. But what about this year?

On his eleventh birthday, all Richard had was a mirror that reflected him, and an unquenchable fire in his memory.