By the time Rann had finished all of Mentos' morning workout schedule, his linen shirt was already soaked with sweat.

Mentos monitors Lan's physiological values in real time, and it can control every training plan to the point where Lanne's current physique feels tired.

Fortunately, it is not an emergency now, otherwise Mentos also has a set of short-time sprint plans that rely on the ultra-fast recovery power given by the [Second Heart] to carry out intensive and high-intensity training.

It was designed to do its job to enhance the learning and expansion capabilities of interstellar humans, and it was easy to start this kind of plan.

Wait until Lan returns to the dean's room and pushes the door in.

In this luxurious and elegant room, the curtains with fine stitches are drawn in the midday sun, turning the glare of sunlight into ambiguous light.

Lan's footsteps are light enough without deliberate control.

He walked all the way over the messy clothes on the floor, took off his sweat-soaked shirt, and walked to the bathroom.

"It's noon, Rita. Can the dean of a magic academy be so idle? ”

On the soft velvet bed behind him, there was the sound of whimpering with his head buried in the quilt.

Margarita was lying on her stomach on the bed, with only a black tulle on her body.

The sweat that flowed in the morning also made the layer of tulle cling to her body, revealing the flesh color, outlining the peak of peachy plump below the waist.

"Woo, it's fine! Something Tishaya quickly dealt with. I just need to teach on time and take care of the students."

This sorceress, who is not interested in power, but only cares about the students and the luxurious life, sees her position in the academy very clearly and freely.

She is completely enjoying the position of 'nominal dean', and as an easily satisfied salted fish, she has no desire to jump and turn over.

"Wow."

Lan En opened his mouth and sighed.

I don't know if I am lamenting the wonderful scenery on the velvet bed, or lamenting that people like Tishaya actually taught a 'salted fish'.

Although Tishaya has no sense of power, she still has a desire to pursue magic and maintain the authority of the Academy.

It wasn't until the sound of rushing water in the bathroom that the beautiful body on the bed froze a little, and then with an expression that I couldn't tell whether I was nostalgic for the soft bed or looking forward to what was going to happen later, I got up and walked to the bathroom on tiptoe.

"Huh? I remember you were too tired in the morning. ”

"It's really tiring, but I can't help it."

Lan En's original process of rinsing and finishing things was stretched out for a long time in the midst of the change.

——

After lunch, Rann and Margarita sat down in the dean's office.

On Tishaya's table, even the plates she had used were neatly arranged.

Seeing the two of them coming in through the door, the former dean waved his hand slightly, and the utensils he had used disappeared without a trace, apparently returning to the academy kitchen.

She dignified herself wiping the non-existent stain from her mouth, and glanced up at Margarita, who had just entered the door and was half-lying on a cashmere bench.

"You arrived at the office an hour and a half later than usual today."

Rarely, Lan En found that Margarita, who had always been easy-going with Tishaya, actually subconsciously straightened her sitting posture at this time.

It's like a student who has been caught by a teacher.

"You're not a new school kid anymore, Rita. Pleasure is what mages deserve, but at the same time, it is the mage's responsibility to work tirelessly in pursuit of magic. ”

"Of course, Teacher!"

Subconsciously, Margarita even turned her name into a student era.

She quickly picked up the parchment scattered on the low table in front of the cashmere bench, on which were written many geometric images and algorithmic formulas that Lann couldn't understand.

It looks like a sorcery study that Margarita is pondering.

Unlike Tishaya, a warlock who had built herself into a near-all-rounder over a long period of time, Margarita's talent for spells was the main reason why she became Dean of Eretusa with such a laid-back attitude to life.

The witcher stood on the side, watching the interaction between the pair of master and apprentice and colleague.

His teasing and helpless eyes calmed Margarita's nervous body because of the serious Tishaya.

As a result, I remembered the whispers that Lan had whispered to her in the bathroom.

"Wait, Tishaya! I've got it here."

Margarita jerked her head off the parchment, so much so that her brilliant blonde hair briefly flew into the air.

But when she looked up again, she saw Lan En sitting in the guest seat across from Tishaya's table.

Tishaya herself was not in the slightest surprised.

She just pinched her fingers in the center of her eyebrows, glancing at Margarita's plump lips that were gaping in a daze.

"Rita. Every time Rita brings Lan En along, I feel like he's the dean doing the work. ”

The witcher lifted his forearm from the armrest and smiled in motion.

"I'm not a warlock, I'm a man."

"No need to stress, I know."

Tishaya looked away from Lan's smiling face without a trace.

"That's why I didn't just drown Rita in a bathtub full of Higashito red wine."

The current dean buried his blond hair behind parchment, and the witcher at the desk twitched the corners of his mouth, barely able to maintain his bright smile.

East of the East Red Wine, the Land of Knights - the national treasure of Towcent. A bottle of red wine that is less than five years old and the weather is suitable for grape growth is basically sold for fifteen florins per bottle.

Convert the Florin of Nilfgaard to Temeria Oren, which is roughly equivalent to one hundred and fifty Oron.

Lan En's armor overhaul is only the cost price of two hundred Oren, and a bottle of this red wine is equivalent to a whole set of light armor!

To open your mouth is to drown people with this red wine. Is a sorceress so extravagant even when she speaks harshly?!

Mr. Lan, a young man from the countryside, once again confirmed his poverty.

"Tell me, Lane. The last time you came over and found a groundbreaking path for our research, what surprise would you give me this time? ”

Tishaya placed her hands on the table and looked at Lan earnestly.

The young man, who was shocked by the other party's wealth, pursed his lips to restore his mood.

"That's it. Well. You said before that the market for magic blocking gold, enchantment, and hiring wild mages is good now? ”

"That's true, and it's all thanks to your [Hunter] moves."

Lann nodded, and continued.

"So what would happen if there was a metal ingot on the market that was significantly higher in performance than ordinary steel, but at a much lower cost than Magic Blocking Gold?"

Instead of answering immediately, Tishaya held out her hand to Lanen.

"Steel from another world? Take it out and take a look. ”

She has witnessed the development of almost the entire metallurgical technology of mankind, and now there is no new, exaggerated metallurgical technology born, she does not say that the door is clear, at least she knows in her heart.

There is no way that this kind of steel in Lan En's mouth will suddenly appear without any rumors.

Only another world, this one source can make sense.

Lan En had already prepared to swing the keel dagger from his back waist to the table.

Tishaya expertly pulled it out and beckoned to use a levitation charm to take a sword from the wall behind her that had been crossing.

She scraped the surface of the sword with the back of the keel dagger, leaving clear scratches on the surface of the long sword, but the back of the dagger was intact.

Tishaya nodded, her expression relaxed. It's as if this steel is just some ordinary commodity.

She resheathed the dagger and returned it to Lan.

The witcher looked at her expression and his heart fluttered.

No way. Is the performance of Valyrian steel so unsightly?

The sorceress put her hands back on the table.

"It's good steel, how much do you have? Erethusa can be eaten in its entirety. ”

"Spot? I don't have much, just a few ingots. ”

Tishaya frowned: "Then you want to enchant weapons in Eritusa, and then auction them off at the level of high-quality weapons?" ”

"How do you say that?"

Lan En scratched his jaw a little bewildered.

"I don't have it in stock, but I have the recipe for producing this steel."

"Hmm." Tishaya nodded casually at first.

Then, as if suddenly reacting, he jerked his head up and looked directly into Lan's cat's eyes.

On the delicate and rigorous pretty face, the rosy lips slowly opened.

"Uh-huh?!!!"

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