The first week was over, and Zorian thought it was difficult to teach the most difficult classes, mantras, formulas, and advanced math. Maybe it's combat magic.

Guardianship, that is, the art of protecting things with magic, is an extremely complex field. You have to think about what you want to protect what it's made of, what the size and geometry are, how the guards will react to the magic that already exists....

But the professor will make you fail your answers, so it's not an option in class.

Zorian is a patient, methodical man when it comes to magic and has a decent track record against serious criminals. The problem is that their teacher, a stern woman with short hair and shaved hair, does not know how to teach.

Not at all. Oh, and she obviously knows the subject matter very well, but she just doesn't know how to translate that knowledge into a proper lecture. She left out a lot of things that she obviously didn't realize because these things were obvious to her and they weren't obvious to her students. Textbooks are not much better either, reading more like a professionally guarded manual than a student's textbook.

Question 6: Your mission is to build a research outpost on a level 1 mana well in the highlands. The building is designed to support a staff of 4 and the surrounding area is infested with a large winter wolf pack and drill-hearted wasps. You have a budget of 25,000 pieces and are assumed to be a certified second lap caretaker.

Assuming that only the mana extracted from the mana well can be used to power the guards, which guard combination do you think is the best choice for the outpost? Explain your reasoning.

Draw up a plan of the outpost and explain how the planned room layout and the shape of the building itself ensured the effectiveness of the protective shield.

Do you think the best way to solve the problem of insect boring is to use a deworming shield house or carefully choose building materials? Explain your reasoning.

Let's say you're tasked with building not one, but five outposts. The budget remains the same. How does this change your answer? Explain the advantages and disadvantages of each method.

Zorian rubbed his eyes in frustration. How should he answer? He didn't take architecture and didn't know that you had to take it to do well in the guardianship class. Not to mention that the question assumes that they know what the market price is for buying the necessary materials, or that they know where the high ground is. Zorian is good at geography, and he doesn't know, but given the presence of monsters like the Winter Wolves, he suspects they're somewhere in the Northern Forest.

At least he knows how to answer the third part of the question. The correct answer is definitely a ward (with a protective shield). Even if this outpost can't be eaten by borer larvae, it's still the best place to nest. Considering that these insects are very territorial, you don't want them to live near you. Theoretically, the "choose your materials carefully" option will release mana that would otherwise be used to maintain the deworming ward, especially if they are specifically aimed at moth-boring wasps.

His thoughts were interrupted by a girlish giggle at the back of the classroom. Zorian didn't even have to turn around to know what was going on - Zach was entertaining the students around him again. He hoped that the teacher would punish the guy, especially during the exam, but Zach was a bit cute for the stern woman because he was the only student who did well on the exam. There is no doubt that this guy has completed the test with 100% accuracy. By the way, it makes no sense - in their first two years, Zach was an under-average student because of his charisma rather than his magical talent. Actually, a bit like a better version of Tof. This year, however, he excelled in everything. All. He's got a lot of knowledge.

How does one become so good in one summer's time?

After 15 minutes, he threw the pencil on the table and it was over. He only filled in eight out of ten questions, and he wasn't sure how correct those eight questions were, but that's all he could be.

He had to set aside a few days to study on his own, because the lectures became less and less meaningful as time went on. The only student who spent as much time in the classroom as he did was Akoja, who handed in their papers almost at the same time and followed him out.

Of course, why she stayed so long was for a very different reason. I stayed to make up for some of the scattered points. She stays because she's a perfectionist and wants to triple check everything to make sure she hasn't forgotten anything.

"Zorian, wait!"

Zorian slowed down, and Akogia caught up with him. The girl can be unbearable at times, but overall she is a good person, and he doesn't want to lose his temper with her for not doing well in his exams.

"How?" She asked.

"It sucks," he replied, not understanding the point of lying.

"Me too."

Zorian rolled his eyes. He and her definition of "bad" is very different.

"It only took half an hour for Nioglu to finish," Akoja said after a brief silence. "I bet she'll get a perfect score again."

"Arco......" Zorian sighed.

"Jealousy, but it's not normal!" Akoja said in a low but excited voice. "I'm smart, I'm always learning, but I still have questions about the course. We've been in the same class for the past two years, but she's never been so good. And...... Now she beats me in every class! ”

"It's kind of like Zach," Zorian said.

"Just like Zach!" She agreed. "They even hung out together, two of them with another girl I didn't know, acting like ...... It's like being in your own little private world. ”

"Or like they're one-on-one," Zorian said, then frowned. "Three? What word is used to describe a romantic relationship between three people?

Akoja scoffed. "Whatever. The point is that the three of them did nothing but waste time and confront the teacher, and they all got full marks anyway. Even the opportunity to move into the first echelon was refused, do you believe it!? ”

"You're so excited," Zorian warned.

"Don't you wonder how they do it?" Akoja asked.

"Of course I am," Zorian scoffed. "It's hard not to. But what can I do? And, Zach never did anything to me. ”

Zorian sensed Beni suddenly join them, and he just popped up from a corner and walked beside them. Sometimes Zorian wonders if the fat boy can smell gossip.

"I see what you mean," Beni said. "I always thought Zach wasn't good at anything. You know what, just like me? ”

"Huh. Well, there's no way he's going to do everything so well in one summer vacation," Zorian said. "I guess he's been blinding us."

"Man, that's stupid," Beni said. "If I had that good, I would stop everyone knowing. Hah"

"I don't think he's been pretending he's not going to work for two years in a row," Akoja said in a huff. "He slips at least occasionally."

"So, what's left?" Zorian asked. Can you grow so quickly with magic? Because most of them were criminal, and he was sure that the academy had checked Zach to make sure he wasn't a shape-shifting impostor or possessed by a ghost. A long-dead master?

"Maybe he knew the answer ahead of time," she suggested.

"Unless he's an oracle," Beni said. "Last Tuesday, when you came home early, Bull gave him an oral test, and he gushed answers like he had swallowed a textbook."

The three of them entered the alchemy classroom, like a large alchemy workshop. There are about 20 tables, each filled with a variety of containers and equipment. All the materials for the day's lesson were already in front of them.

Alchemy, like guarding, is a complex art, but their alchemy teacher knows how to teach, so Zorian doesn't have any problems in class. Technically, they have to work in groups of 2 or 3 students because there aren't enough desks and equipment.

"Hey Zorian," Beni whispered. "I've never noticed before, the teacher is a little sexy!"

Zorian gritted his teeth. If his life is in danger, this damn idiot can't keep his voice down. She couldn't have not heard.

"Beni," he whispered to his partner. "I need to get good grades in alchemy to get my dream job when I graduate. If you mess this up for me, I'll never talk to you again. ”

Beni grunted, then continued to stare back. Zorian refocused on grinding the wasp's shell into a fine powder to produce a specific type of glue.

It is undeniable that for a 50-year-old woman, the female teacher is indeed surprisingly good in shape. Cosmetic treatments? — After all, she is an alchemy teacher. It may even be a real elixir of youth, although they are very rare.

"Why do you like this class so much," Beni complained. "Mana is not needed here. It's all about finding herbs, cutting the roots the right way...... It's like cooking. Gosh, we're making glue. You should leave this to the girls. ”

"Beni ......"

"Really!" He protested. "Even our teacher is a girl. A hot girl, I read somewhere, the roots of alchemy can be traced back to witches' gatherings, which include potions and so on. Even now, the best alchemical families are descendants of witches. I bet you don't know, right? ”

In fact, he does know it. After all, before entering the academy, he had been taught alchemy by an honest traditional witch. In fact, she was so traditional that she derided the name "alchemy" and referred to her skills strictly as "potion making".

"If you don't shut up now, I won't be partnering with you." Zorian told him earnestly.

"Hey!" Beni protested. "So who's going to help me with these things? I'm not good at this! ”

"I don't know," Zorian said innocently. "Maybe you should find a girl to help you."

Luckily, the teacher was now too busy flattering Zack's masterpiece to bother with Zorian's desk - somehow the boy managed to make some kind of potion from the materials provided, which was obviously very impressive. Azlin doesn't seem to mind that Zach completely ignores the task of making magic glue and goes about his thing.

Zorian shook his head and focused on his work. There were a few times when Zorian tried to wow the teachers, but he was told to work the basics and not to be arrogant, because arrogance kills people. Is it because Zach is the heir to the nobility of Novida? Or is it something else?

-。。。。。。 Two.......

"That's the end of today's lesson," Ilsa said. "Before you leave, though, I have something to announce. As some of you know, the Academy traditionally organizes a ball on the eve of the summer festival. This year is no exception. The ball will take place next Saturday in the hall. For those who don't know, this year is mandatory. ”

Zorian screamed, banging his forehead on the table, causing the rest of the class to snicker. Ilsa deliberately ignored his reaction.

"For those who can't dance, dance classes are held every night at eight o'clock in the evening in Room Six. I'm not going to let you embarrass me on prom night. Dismissed. Miss Strosz, Mr. Kaczynski, please stay after class. ”

"Oh, that's great," Zorian muttered. Truth be told, he was not going to the ball, no matter how mandatory it was. Is Ilsa aware of this?

"So......" Ilsa began when he and Akoja were the only remaining students. I think you all can dance, right? ”

"Of course," Zorian said.

"Uh......" Akoja fidgeted. I'm not very good at it. ”

"It's okay," Ilsa said. "We're going to close the gap very easily. I asked you to stay because I wanted you to help me with my dance lessons. ”

Outright refusal? — It wasn't something he wanted to spend time on – but he thought it might be a favor to get Ilsa to forgive him for a mistake or twice. For example, not attending a forced prom? However, before he could express his tentative consent, Akoja made a decision.

"How can we help you?" She said she was clearly glad they were chosen for this "honor." Zorian looked at her self-righteously speaking for him, raised an eyebrow, and ignored him.

"There's only five days to teach everyone how to dance," Ilsa said. "That's why we're using magic to help."

"Action spells," Zorian guessed.

"Yes," Ilsa said, and then quickly began to explain for the sake of Akoja. "There is a mantra that guides a person's limbs and body to any dance. But if you practice dancing under its influence, you will learn much faster than you would otherwise. ”

"How does this work?" Akoja asked curiously.

"This spell will make you move like a marionette until you learn how to move with it," Zorian said. "Eventually you don't need a spell anymore to dance properly."

"I see you've experienced it firsthand." Ilsa said with a smile.

Zorian resisted the urge to frown. Being enchanted by Daimen was one of the traumas of his childhood. It's not funny at all.

"Of course," Ilsa agreed. "Those who reject this approach will have to attend at least three sessions instead of one, though, so I expect most people to choose this approach over the traditional one. Anyway, I want the two of you to help me cast spells on people during the lesson. I need some help. ”

"Specifically, why did you choose us?" Zorian asked.

"You all have good control over your magic, and you seem to be responsible enough to accept such a spell. After all, animated spells for characters are restricted, not something that students can get. ”

Hehe. So how did Daimen get it? In his second year, is it no less?

Well, anyway. At least know how to cast spells, it will be easier to fight it later.

"Anything else?" Ilsa asked. "Oh well. Come to my office after class and I'll set up some dummies for you to practice with before turning to people. If not well controlled, this spell can be very uncomfortable. We don't want to traumatize anyone.

"Miss Strozzi, you can go—I have something to discuss with Mr. Kaczynski."

As soon as Akogia left, Ilsa began to speak, much to Zorrian's surprise. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, focusing on what Ilsa had said.

She said with a smile. "How are you getting along with your mentor?"

"He asked me to practice the basic triathlon," Zorian told her bluntly. "We're still doing levitation exercises."

Yes, even after 4 weeks, Xvim still had him levitating a pencil over and over again. Do it all over again. Do it all over again. Do it all over again. Zo

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The only thing learned in these lessons is how to dodge the marbles that Xvim keeps throwing at him. This bastard seems to have an endless supply of these things.

"Yes, Professor Xvim wants his students to have a firm grasp of the basics before moving on to advanced topics,"

Or rather, he hates his students. Personally, Zorian thinks this understanding is more reasonable.

"Well, I just wanted to tell you that you might be able to change mentors soon," Ilsa said. "One of my students will drop out at the end of the summer and I will have a vacancy to fill. That is, if you're really interested in transfers. ”

"Of course I'm interested!" Zorian half-shouted, which amused Ilsa. He frowned. "Unless you're going to throw marbles at me too?"

"No," Ilsa laughed. "Xvim is special in this regard. Well, I just wanted to see how you feel. Have a nice day. ”

It wasn't until he walked out of the classroom that he realized that the development had become more complicated. He can't annoy his (potential) new mentor too much, or he'll spend the rest of his studies with Xvim.

-。。。。。 Three......

"Why can't we cast this spell ourselves after the dance starts?"

Zorian let out a long sigh. "You can't get an animated spell to do something you don't know how to do on your own. You don't know how to dance, so you can't inspire anyone to dance. Also, if you can't move your arms to where you want them, how will you break the spell once the dance is over? It's really not a spell you should cast on yourself. ”

"And how many dances are we going to learn?"

"Ten," Zorian said, shouting angrily.

Sure enough, as soon as this statement came out, it attracted a lot of complaints. Thankfully, Ilsa took over the course at this point, instructing everyone to pair up and spread out in spacious rooms in order to provide enough space.

Headache, although room six is quite spacious, there are a lot of people, and the invisible pressure today is particularly great.

"Are you okay?" Beni asked, putting his hand on Zorian's shoulder.

"I'm fine," Zorian said, waving his hand away. He doesn't like to be touched. "I just have a bit of a headache. How can we help? ”

"No, you just look like you need company, say, who's your prom date?"

Beni certainly wants to talk about this.

Zorian has a bad relationship. The possibility of dating is slim to none. Perhaps more importantly, all teenage girls prefer older men. For girls, dating men who are two or three years older than themselves can seem like a status symbol, and most of them loudly belittle men of their age for being rude and immature. When they were in first grade, all the girls wanted to date third grade. It's third grade now, and all the girls want to date graduates. Because there are so many people who are willing to play together,

In addition, all these romantic things...... All right.

"Well?" Beni urged.

"I'm not going," Zorian said.

"What does 'I not go' mean?" Beni said cautiously.

"As I said," Zorian said. "I danced the whole dance thing. It turned out that I had an accident related to alchemy and had to stay in my room for the night. ”

Has Zorian discovered a particularly tricky potion that can make a person more outgoing and sociable? - It was entirely possible for him to try to make - and if done wrong, it would make people very sick, but it would not kill.

"Oh, come on!" Beni protested, and Zorian had to pinch him to keep his voice down. Don't let Ilsa overhear his voice. "It's a summer festival! A special summer festival throughout the ...... Parallel...... Stuff ......"

"Plane alignment," Zorian proposed.

"Whatever. The point is that you have to be there. It doesn't matter who it's coming! ”

"I'm a nobody."

Beni sighed. "No, Zorien, you're not. Listen, Zorrian, we're all the kids of merchants, right? ”

"I don't like to hear this," Zolian warned.

Beni ignored him. "I know you don't like to hear this, but-"

"Nope. Just don't. ”

- You have a responsibility to your family to behave well. You know, your actions affect them. ”

"There's nothing wrong with my actions," Zorian snapped, realizing he had caught the eye of people nearby, but didn't care at the moment. "You're free to go wherever you want, but don't get me involved. I'm a nobody. The third son of a small merchant family from a remote area. People here don't care about me at all. They don't even know who I am. I like that. ”

"Okay, okay!" Beni protested with a frantic gesture. "Dude, you're making trouble......"

"Whatever," Zorian scoffed. "Leave me alone, let's go."

Nerve!

He snorted, trying to calm himself down. Stupid summer festivals and stupid dances. Interestingly, unlike most people who hate this type of activity, Zorian isn't very bad. He knows how to dance, he knows how to eat without embarrassing himself, he knows how to talk to people. He had to know these things because his parents used to pull him along for these kinds of activities and they made sure how he should behave better.

But he hated it. He couldn't put into words how disgusting these events made him. Since the academy had absolutely no right to ask him to participate in the things he hated, why force him to participate?

No, they don't have rights at all.

。。。。。 Four......

Zorian hesitantly knocked on the door of Ilsa's office, wondering why she had called him here. No way...

"Come in."

Zorian glanced inside, where Ilsa sat behind the table, sipping tea, she looked calm and serene, sensing a hint of displeasure. Not...

"So, Zorrian," Ilsa began. "You did well in my class."

"Uh, thank you, Professor." Zorian said cautiously. "I'll try."

"Indeed, it can be said that you are one of the best students in your group. After the festive craze, I intend to bring one student under my wing. Be a role model for everyone and be a representative. ”

Oh, it's bad.

"I don't-"

"So, excited about this Saturday's prom?" Ilsa asked, seemingly changing the subject.

"Yes, I am." Zorian lied fluently. "Sounds interesting."

"That's good," Ilsa said happily. "Because I heard that you are planning to boycott this event. I must say, it's pretty frustrating. I believe, and I am well aware, that attendance is mandatory. ”

"Rumors, Professor." Zorian said calmly. "I never thought I'd deliberately boycott this ball. If I can't attend—"

"Zorrian," Ilsa interrupted.

"Professor, why am I so important?" Zorian asked, a hint of strangeness in his voice. Losing your temper with your teacher is a bad idea.

"I'm sick, you know? Too many people give me a headache. ”

She snorted. "They also give me headaches, if that makes you feel better. I can give you a potion. In fact, I was one of the organizers of the prom, and if there were too many absent students, my record would be blackened. Especially if someone as brilliant as you doesn't show up. ”

"Me? Celebrated!? I'm just an average student! Zorian protested.

"It's not what you think," Ilsa said. "It takes extraordinary wisdom and dedication to get to this point – especially for a student like you who was born a commoner and has never been exposed to magic in his life. People will keep an eye out for people like you. Moreover, you are the younger brother of Daimen, and we all know his fame. ”

Zorian's lips pursed into a thin line. Zorian was convinced that the last reason was the result of all this, and that all other arguments were just excuses and attempts to justify his actions. Even though his brother is on another continent, Zorian still can't shake off his shadow.

"You don't like to be compared to him," she guessed.

"No," Zorian acknowledged briefly.

"So why?" She asked curiously.

"Always compare with my brother, I've been like this since I was a child, before I became famous. My parents were never shy about favoritism, and I was always found to be inadequate. My family doesn't need a withdrawn nerd, and that's been made abundantly clear over the years. Until recently, they completely ignored me and treated me more like a babysitter for my sister than their son. ”

"But something has happened lately that has made them notice you?" Ilsa guessed.

"Your Majesty," Zorian said. "He failed several exams and had to be released on bail through his father's connections. He has shown himself to be less reliable, which is a problem because he should be the standby heir to the family business, just in case Daimen dies in one of his transgressions. So now I'm suddenly being taken out of the metaphorical closet so that they train me. ”

"But don't you want to be a substitute?" She guessed.

"I don't want to get involved in family politics, that's all. In any case, I was not part of that family. Never. At best, I'm just a loose colleague. I thank them for feeding me and funding my education, and I am willing to reimburse them when I get a job, but they have no right to make similar demands on me.

I won't hear it. I have my own life and plans, and I don't want to be a supporting character and I don't waste time on bland social events where people are constantly slapping on the back. ”

He decided to stop there, as he would only make himself angrier. In addition, he suspects that Ilsa is not very sympathetic to him.

When Ilsa realized that he wouldn't say anything more, she leaned back in her chair and took a deep breath. "I sympathize with you, anyway, I think you're becoming a good mage yourself. Not everyone can be a prodigy like Daimen. ”

"All right," Zorian said, refusing to look at her.

She sighed and ran her hand through her hair. "You make me feel like a villain here. Family issues aside, why are you so bothered? It's a party. I thought all teenagers loved partying. Are you still struggling to find a date? Just ask some first-year students and they'll jump at the chance – they can't attend unless they're invited by a senior student, you know? ”

"I don't have a date," Zorian told her, getting up from her seat. "I probably have to go to the prom, but I'm pretty sure it's not mandatory to bring a date. Have a nice day. ”

。。。。 Five.....

Exhausted through the hallway, he was in no hurry to return to his room. The teachers didn't give them homework on the weekends, and all the free time was a godsend for Zorrian.

When he entered his dorm building, he found that someone was already in a celebratory mood, as the walls of the hallway he passed through were covered with colorful spots of vivid yellow, green, and red.

"Zorian! Exactly who I'm looking for! ”

Startled by the loud voice behind him, Zorian jerked to face the man who had invaded his personal space. He frowned at the grinning idiot in front of him.

"Why are you here, Tove?" He asked.

"Why, I can't go see my brother anymore?" He protested. "You're too good to hang out with your brother?"

"Stop talking nonsense, Tove. When you just want to hang out with someone, you'll never come to me. Do you need any help right now? ”

"It's not true at all," he said in a huff. "You're my favorite brother, you know?"

Zorian stared at him expressionlessly for a few seconds. "Daimen is not here, so you will accept me, right?"

"Daemon is a bastard," Fortov snapped. "Since he became famous, he has always been too busy to help his younger brother. This guy only thinks about himself. ”

"It's hypocritical," Zorian muttered.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you," Tov said.

"Nothing, nothing." Zorian waved his hand contemptuously. "And what's the trouble you're in now?"

"Well, I promised a friend that I would give her an anti-rash potion," Tove said embarrassedly.

"There is no such thing as an anti-rash potion in the world," Zorian said with a huff. "However, there is an anti-rash ointment that can be applied directly to the affected skin instead of being absorbed like a potion. This just shows how stupid you are when it comes to alchemy. What exactly are you thinking about making such a promise to your friends? ”

"In our wilderness survival class, I shoved her into a purple reptile field," Tove admitted. "Please, you must help me! I'll find you a girlfriend if you want! ”

"I don't want a girlfriend!" Zorian snapped in exasperation. Tov would least arrange such a girlfriend for him. "Look, why are you bothering me about this? Just go to the pharmacy and buy some. ”

"It's Friday night. All shops are closed in preparation for tomorrow's festivities. ”

"That's too bad because I can't help you," Zolian said. "The first two years were both theoretical and lab safety, and I'm just starting my third year. So far, we haven't done any serious alchemy in class. ”

He hadn't learned much about alchemy in class, and he could easily make an antidote to the purple creeper's rash, but why spend expensive alchemy materials?

"Oh man, come on. You speak three different languages, but you can't even do something so basic? What do you do in your room all day without learning how to do something like this? ”

"You're a talker!" Zorian snapped. "You're a year older than me, and you yourself should be perfectly capable of doing that."

"Well, you know I never cared about alchemy." Toff said with a contemptuous wave. "Besides, I can't even make vegetable soup, and I'll break my mother's kitchenware, do you really want me to bring alchemy equipment?"

Well, when he said that......

"I'm tired," Zorian said. "Tomorrow."

"Are you crazy!? Tomorrow will be too late! ”

"Oh please, she's not going to die from a damn rash!" Zorian said exasperatedly.

"Please, Zo

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, I know you don't care about these things, but she's obsessed with the boy, and—"

"—If my friend's rash hadn't healed by then, she wouldn't have been able to go, and she would never forgive me! Please, please, please—"

"Stop."

"-Please, please, please, please—"

"I said don't say it! I'll do it, okay? I'll make a damn ointment, but you owe me a lot of money for it, do you hear? ”

"Yes!" He said happily. "How much time do you need?"

"See me at the fountain in about three hours," Zorian sighed.

Zorian watched him run away, he shook his head and went back to his room to get the alchemy reagents he needed. The academy has an alchemy workshop that students can use for their own projects, but you must bring your own ingredients. Luckily, he has everything he needs to complete this particular task.

The studio was empty except for him, but it was not unusual. Most people are preparing for tomorrow's prom and are unlikely to do last-minute alchemy practice. Unbothered by the eerie silence in the workshop, Zorian spread the reagents on the table and got to work.

Ironically, the main ingredient in the anti-rash ointment is precisely the plant that causes this mess – the purple creeper, or more precisely its leaves. Zorian had dried them in the sun and now just had to grind them into powder. Zorian had a simpler scheme: he wrapped the leaf in a slightly damp cloth, then wrapped the whole thing in a piece of leather, and hammered the resulting lump until no resistance was felt. Pungent dust can stick to the cloth.

After mixing the leaf powder with 10 drops of honey and a spoonful of juice, he puts the whole thing on a low heat and stirs the contents until the color and consistency are even. He then removed the bowl from the fire and sat down to wait for the food to cool.

"It's really impressive work," a rather feminine voice sounded behind him. "Very good improvisation with creeper leaves. I must remember this trick. ”

Kyle isn't really a woman, although there are some nasty rumors. He turned to face the Morlock Boy, studying his white hair and deep blue eyes, before focusing on the alchemy device again.

When Kyle examines the ointment with his skilled eye, he struggles to come up with a response. The boy was a bit mysterious, he didn't know where he came from, he only joined their team this year, and he didn't like to talk much. Plus, you know, he's a Morlock. How long has this kid been staring at him? Sadly, when he's doing something, he easily forgets his surroundings, so he can't tell.

"Nothing special," Zorian finally said. "Now your job...... Impressive. I feel like you're on a completely different level from the rest of us when it comes to alchemy. Even Zach can't beat you most of the time, and he seems to be excelling in everything lately. ”

The white-haired boy smiled gently. "Zach has no passion for the topic. Alchemy requires the craftsmanship of a craftsman and a great deal of patience, and no matter how extensive his knowledge is, Zach just doesn't have that mentality. You do. If you have enough alchemy practice like Zach, you'll definitely surpass him. ”

"Ah, so you think he's had experience too?" Zorian asked.

"Just like you," Zorian tried.

"Just like me," Kyle confirmed. "I don't want to be rude, but are you done? Today I want to make something myself. ”

Zorian apologizes to the boy for the robbery, and the Morlock, believing that the matter is inconsequential, waves and says goodbye to him.

As he walked away, it occurred to Zorian that he should perhaps make some kind of sleeping pill for himself - he had to get plenty of rest tonight, because he wouldn't get any rest tomorrow.