Conrad the Great Demon.
He is one of the six great wise men in this world.
The Great Sage is the name given to a sorcerer who has made a great contribution to this world.
There was no quorum, and it was an honorary position to be selected if more than two-thirds of the nominations were obtained at meetings where leading figures from various countries, known as the Sages' Conference, gathered.
Conrad was selected as the Great Sage a few decades ago with a 97% vote rate.
My mentor, Iris Seymour, was elected at a marginal turnout of 68%, so I can see the excellence.
Although, in the case of the master, there were difficulties in personality, and because there were too many enemies, there were no votes.
Regardless, a magician named Conrad was almost unanimously chosen as a delicacy for the Great Sage.
Its magic led to many martial arts, and its knowledge led to many research results in the world.
Its achievements echo the world, and there is nothing in this empire that does not know the name of Conrad the Great Mage.
- And his most apprentice, Al, was as proud as he was of me.
In fact, you're right, but why does it look so great? I wonder.
Chloe, who was lying down, supplemented me.
"Sadashi doesn't have much respect for Seymour. I wouldn't brag about it this way."
"I see, that's why you felt uncomfortable"
That's what I thought, I was afraid I'd be a snake, and I decided to listen where my master wasn't.
Daughter and Chloe, and take Al, outside the mansion, out to the garden.
"Wow, the garden of your mansion, Nacchan."
That's my daughter's word.
Until last year my daughter lived here. The garden is the same for my daughter as the playground, something she used to run around every day at an early age.
Talk to the trees.
Pick flowers,
Listen to the little bird chirp,
I was practicing magic and such.
It was my daughter's homeground, so to speak.
My daughter missed her childhood. No, I'm still a kid.
Look at that, says Al.
"You're an adorable young lady"
Agreed.
And when I answer instantly, Al is surprised.
"Normally, that's not true, or thank you, isn't it something to humble"
And she insists. Shall I change my words?
"My daughter is not cute, she is super cute"
…………
Something good. She looked like that, but when she was silent, she coughed up.
"Well, then, I'd like to ask Mr. Kite,"
Looks like we're getting down to business.
This one helps too.
I didn't go out for a stroll in the garden with this little witch in a damn hat.
It was my purpose to take her request, solve it quickly, and get the books I was looking for.
"First we talked about the eagle wanting to be Master Conrad's successor, right?
"I heard that."
"Then did I tell you that Master Conrad has dozens of disciples, and he has to kick them down and be recognized as his best disciples"
"I heard the part about the best apprentice. The story of dozens of disciples is a first. But..."
"But?
"Well, that's not surprising. Something big and wise, it's not weird to have as many disciples as that. Research takes a lot of time and effort. If you're a normal sage, you take a disciple and let him work with you."
"It is. These eagles also served Master Conrad for many years and assisted him in research."
"Well, is it research?"
And, listen, I let my eyes shine.
I wonder what kind of research the Great Sage Conrad was doing. I decided to ask a little forward feeling.
"Speaking of the Great Sage Conrad, he's famous for his research on 'Homunculus',"
"Exactly. Dear Conrad, until late in life - no, I still do, but I always dreamed of creating homunculus and was immersed in the study of homunculus."
"Was it a success?
"No."
and Al shook his neck to the side.
"There is no wise man in this world who has succeeded in creating a complete homunculus."
I have one here, but I can't say. My daughter is a secret matter.
"But we've been successful in smelting gold."
"Really?
"Really. - However, one kilo of true silver (misril) is required to make one gram of gold."
"That doesn't fit the profits."
"Right. Well, still, my master is amazing. With more time, we should be able to create gold more efficiently."
"But if it succeeds easily, I'll be in trouble. No more backward doing."
"Right. However, when iron and stone get golden, you get rich."
to, and al with a vulgar smile.
…………
Did you notice I gave you a subtle look, Kohon, and when I coughed up, I recreated my expression.
"- It seems that in this way the artifact only sees alchemy as a means of making money, but my master is not. We are seriously studying alchemy and trying to help society."
"Right. It would be a lot more convenient if the money became cheaper to distribute. Gold can be easily processed, and some properties are that it is easy to pass through electricity. It's also an essential ingredient for secret and psychotropic drugs."
If we can produce in large quantities, we will be able to revolutionize the chemical industry sector.
Most of all, a greedy nobleman or merchant who has plenty of gold in his pocket may fall significantly in gold prices and turn his face bright blue, but, well, it's irrelevant at the common level.
"I'll put that story aside. The eagle's request is not to create money."
"Personally, I'd like to hear more about it, but it's definitely a sidewalk"
That's what I said, I asked Al.
"But to put the best disciple in his successor, what is the standard of that best disciple? That's what I'm asking you to do."
"That's right. That's a good guess, Mr. Kite."
When she said that, she took one letter out of the bag with the trash.
Say it as you show it to me.
"The moon in which the white dragon dances, prove yourself the best disciple by then. itself as my successor."
And it was written there.
Quite masterful. It was different from the letters that my snake twisted.
I feel like my strict, slight personality is seeping out.
But -, it's abstract, ambiguous, a will that can be taken in any way, isn't this after death, under commotion?
With that in mind, Al has been sniffing, "Humph."
"Mr. Kite is sweet,"
and hang a glass of water placed on the table. In the will.
Then a map emerged behind the will that Al had.
"Look, the only one who noticed this trick was a weasel among the disciples of the great sage Conrad."
And I boasted.
"I see, when you hang the water, the map is a trick to come to life"
"That's right. There must be a treasure or something in the place written on this map. If you take it to your master, you'll probably prove to be the best disciple."
"Maybe."
When I say that, I go on.
"So, where are the treasures and the dots hidden? The map came up, but nothing like a landmark."
"There it is! I'm in trouble because I have no idea what that is. Solve that challenge together first!
And, Al comes begging.
Were you so prestigious without even being able to solve such a basic thing?
It's like a greeting replacement for a magician, such as ink that floats in water, and it's a technique that everyone uses.
It frightens me because I want to be the best apprentice at that stage.
I don't know how many competitors there are, but now don't be considerate ahead.
I thought so, but it's troublesome, so I decide to shut up and say the answer.
I turned to my daughter, who was eating cake.
"Fiona, I'm sorry, can you give me the lemon there?
Fiona's teacup is filled with tea. Next to the cup was a lemon marinated in honey.
"Yeah, okay, and Fiona stabs a lemon with a fork, and she carries it to my mouth," Uh, yeah, Dad ".
But I didn't ask for it to eat lemons.
When you receive the lemon by hand, put it in a glass with water and wash off the honey.
"Uh, Dad, you're behaving badly."
That's what my daughter says, but I decided to surprise Al with some trick.
When you take the lemon out of the glass, you take it all the way over the will and squeeze it over.
Lemon juice that has done or fallen.
The will changed as if it had been a signal.
A map written in a will, a red dot emerges on that map.
"Shh, wow..." Arul snaps as he rounds his eyes watching the sight.
This is the basis of alchemy.
Ink first floated by hanging an acidic liquid.
To this extent, even my daughter Fiona can make it...
I thought of that, but I didn't put it into words.
I'll make it easy, but that's why I'm blind.
A person who doesn't notice won't notice a thing.
Ignoring Al's gaze as he stared at me with respect, I threw a lemon into my mouth.
Because in front of my daughter, I wondered if it would make food crude.
The lemon washed off the honey was unexpectedly sweet and sour.