Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 1041
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Chapter 1041
Lee Han, feeling very wronged, protested.
“I really grew it with dragon breath. I have records here too.”
Lee Han pulled out the records he had written himself.
It was thanks to Professor Willow Tree who had instructed him to keep records, anticipating participation in the Horticulture Club.
The Great Artist received the records his junior handed over with a serious expression and read them silently.
“Hmm… indeed… I see… if that’s the case… wait. Why Einroguard… you grew this yourself?!”
The Artist was so shocked he almost dropped the records.
He seemed more surprised than when he heard that the Skeleton Principal’s school had gained a new youngest disciple.
“Yes. If I hadn’t grown this in the first place, how would I, a student, have received an invitation to the Horticulture Club?”
“I thought you were just invited because you’re the Principal’s disciple.”
“…”
Lee Han looked at him as if dumbfounded, but the Artist ignored it.
In fact, the one who should be dumbfounded right now was himself.
‘Come to think of it, the Horticulture Club isn’t such an easygoing place, they wouldn’t just let in that madman’s disciple without reason.’
“Where did you get the dragon breath? Did you get it from that madman’s vault?”
“No. I have a contracted dragon.”
“…”
The Artist was even more shocked.
“Who!? Wait. Let me guess. …Could it be His Majesty Wuman??”
Even in his shock, the Great Artist displayed sharp deductive skills.
Dragons were not an easy race to encounter. This was even more true in the current Empire, not in ancient times.
Then the dragons with the highest possibility of contracting would be the children the Emperor bore himself.
Among them, if it was a dragon who was relatively active and had a personality that would match well with the youngest…
‘The fourth, His Majesty Wuman, would be highly likely.’
The brave dragon who hated injustice and the Skeleton Principal and protected justice.
That dragon might quite possibly have contracted with the youngest…
“No. It’s Prince Jowurin.”
“Why?????”
“Even if you ask why, it’s not like I chose.”
That’s true!
The Artist quickly understood.
No matter how much a mage wanted to contract, dragons wouldn’t accommodate them. Contracts with dragons were conducted entirely according to the dragon’s will.
“I thought that dragon was definitely a recluse like the other dragons…”
‘Recluse?’
Lee Han tilted his head.
Since information about dragons wasn’t well spread, even mages like the Great Artist seemed to have misunderstandings about some aspects.
“It’s shocking but not incomprehensible. Being a dragon, he must have recognized your magical talent and destiny?”
“That’s not it, we just play togeth…”
“I’ve heard a lot of stories from His Majesty Wuman, but I never thought such a connection would form. How surprising.”
‘Could that dragon be the culprit?’
Lee Han became slightly suspicious of the absent Black Dragon.
No matter how he thought about it, the Great Artist seemed to be misunderstanding something about Jowurin.
“Anyway, let’s discuss the dragon contract story later. The other members are waiting.”
The club members had been waiting as if dying of curiosity since earlier.
The Artist and Lee Han were whispering and conversing, and the way things were going strongly suggested that the mandragon might actually be real.
“Is it really real?”
“I said it was impossible.”
“But if it were impossible, there would be no need to talk for so long…”
The Artist who finished the conversation declared firmly.
“Everyone listen. I’ve confirmed the records.”
“How did you judge it, madam?”
“Before that, there’s one thing I want to discuss.”
“?”
Lee Han looked at his senior.
What was he trying to say?
“Can I purchase this mandragon first?”
“…”
“…”
The horticulturists looked at the Artist’s shameless expression as if dumbfounded.
It really is genuine!
* * *
Click!
“I’ve unlocked it.”
“Excellent. Ratford. I’m amazed every time I see it.”
Salko nodded and praised his friend’s skill.
Though he was already an outstanding technician, Ratford’s skills had truly improved by leaps and bounds since entering Einroguard.
Beyond ordinary locks, he could easily disable all kinds of magical locks and seals.
Thanks to this, he could easily find work at the auction house. There were quite a few safes and boxes that adventurers had excavated but hadn’t been able to open yet.
“Those White Tiger Tower guys couldn’t even dream of this.”
Carefully polishing a broken statue, Salko spoke proudly.
If the bloodline of knight families was White Tiger Tower’s pride, then this kind of adaptability in situations was Black Turtle Tower’s pride.
No other guys could find work faster than them in situations like this…
“…”
“…”
Ratford dropped the magic lockpick he was holding. Salko also dropped the magic hammer he was holding.
Right before their eyes, Gainando was walking by wearing all sorts of flashy accessories.
“…Have you finally gone insane?”
“What? No! I bought these with money I earned!”
Gainando bristled at the sudden criticism.
However, Ratford seriously advised.
“Even now, you should convert what’s left into money and then turn yourself in. That would probably be better.”
“…Why are you like this too! I really earned it! All the mage cards I put out sold! And for high prices too!”
“What?”
Salko found it hard to believe.
That such childish toy-like things sold for high prices.
“People are really incomprehensible. That such things sold for high prices.”
“Hmph. There’s no point in being jealous.”
“It is certainly strange. The cards Gainando put out shouldn’t have had such high market prices.”
Ratford, true to his guild origins, didn’t dismiss the value of mage cards.
At that accurate analysis, Gainando quietly hid the remaining bundle of cards deep in his pocket and said.
“I must have been lucky. I’ve always lived virtuously, haven’t I?”
“…”
When veins bulged on Salko’s fist gripping the magic hammer, Ratford hastily intervened.
“Ca-calm down.”
“I am calm. I’m going to coldly hit that guy once.”
While the two were whispering, Gainando spread both arms wide in a generous attitude and shouted.
“Look! Since I’ve earned this much, I’ll be generous to you guys too!”
“Is that really true?”
“Of course! We’re all from Einroguard after all.”
“…”
Salko’s expression softened slightly. The hand holding the hammer also relaxed.
“Don’t waste too much. No matter how much you’ve earned, it’ll disappear in an instant if you waste it.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve calculated everything.”
Gainando showed the intelligence befitting a Blue Dragon Tower student as he explained his plan.
“First, I’ll invest 1/3 back into mage cards. It seems more profitable than I thought.”
“…Well, fine. I understand.”
“And 1/3 is for me to spend.”
Gainando said, pointing to his flashy accessories. Salko had to suppress his disgusted expression.
“The remaining 1/3 is for buying Lee Han a gift.”
“…?”
“???”
Salko and Ratford looked at each other.
The calculation was wrong?
“Now I need to buy gifts for my friends with what’s left.”
“…There’s nothing left though?”
“Huh?”
Gainando hesitated.
When he counted the gold coins, there really was nothing left.
“Ah. I made a mistake. I started with 1/4 at first then changed it to 1/3. That’s probably why I messed up.”
“Indeed, that’s what happened.”
“Can’t help it. I’ll have to cancel being generous to you guys.”
“…”
* * *
“Didn’t you just hear the Prince’s scream?”
“I didn’t hear anything…?”
‘Did I mishear?’
Siana tilted her head.
Well, this wasn’t even Einroguard, so there was no reason to hear Gainando’s scream.
“This is a cursed item.”
“Indeed! Could you also take a look at this, Priest?”
“This is just a mage who cast magic wrong and is making strange noises.”
“Damn it! I thought something was suspicious!”
The Prising Order was one of the Empire’s leading curse specialist groups, and quite a few people wanted to entrust work to Tijiling, who wore that order’s priest robes.
While sorting truly cursed items from items that appeared cursed due to incorrectly engraved letters, Tijiling asked.
“But is it alright for you to keep staying here, Siana?”
“Oh. If I’m interfering with your concentration…”
“It’s not that. I was wondering if you might want to take on Plemang Order work.”
The Plemang Order was also an order with considerable demand in places like this.
Since all the priests were alchemy specialists, those short-handed with reagents would call them immediately.
However, Siana shook her head.
“I was originally planning to do that…”
“?”
“…Some crazy nouveau riche bought up all the reagents before the auction even started!”
Siana spoke as if she was still angry.
Sometimes one might suffer losses from bad luck, but this was truly a bolt from the blue.
Some nouveau riche had swept up the reagents, taking the work opportunities with them.
That wasn’t all. Her plan to participate in the auction after finishing work to replenish useful reagents had also gone awry.
“Wouldn’t it be more fun to go around with the other priests?”
“No. I find it more enjoyable here.”
Tijiling, who was usually unexpressive and quiet, showed a slightly happy expression.
Siana thought to herself.
‘I don’t want to go to the other priests…!’
Both Sharucal the shark beastman and Nigisol the fire spirit hybrid had excessively strong personalities.
One kept searching only for sea-related items while the other suspiciously kept looking only for ways to increase the power of fire elements…
And the most frightening thing was that after becoming friends with Wardanaz, they were becoming even more proactive.
If they were like this in second year, by third year they might connect the tower common room to the deep sea or summon eternal fire to the fireplace.
When Siana was at the order, she thought she stood out quite a bit, but compared to priests like those two, she was very ordinary.
Siana was newly grateful to Tijiling. Phoenix Tower needed such a consistent priest.
But no sooner had she finished speaking than Nigisol appeared.
This priest student, radiating blazing heat, held out a newly acquired lantern and asked.
“Ah. Siana. I found a pretty decent lantern… Could you recommend a reagent to fill inside this?”
“What’s the purpose?”
“I want to trap demon flames inside.”
“You obtained… demon flames?”
“No. But I think I could get them if I ask Wardanaz. I heard his family has quite a lot.”
“…”
“To store those flames without them going out, I think I need to replenish the power inside this lantern, so I’d like a recommendation…”
“Oh! Come to think of it, I had an appointment with the sect priests!”
Siana jumped up.
The moment she made a recommendation there, she’d have to go with Nigisol to Lee Han and say ‘please lend us some demons.’
And she really didn’t want to do that.
* * *
“Instead of refusing so coldly, why don’t you promise me?”
The artist spoke shamelessly, as befitting someone who was once the Skeleton Principal’s disciple.
After a fierce battle (gold coins and gems changed hands), it was ultimately the artist who obtained the mandragon.
Naturally, the members were curious about when a new mandragon would appear, but…
…Lee Han couldn’t promise that.
He needed Jowrin to raise them!
“You can’t use it so arbitrarily.”
“We have a contract, so what’s the problem? That side will probably act pretty arbitrarily too anyway.”
“…”
Lee Han was almost persuaded for a moment.
Indeed, contracts with dragons had that aspect to them.
‘…No. I mustn’t waver!’
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