Shut-in Magician

Discussions continued thereafter with L'O'Neill, who applied for a patent through the Merchant Guild because it was too large to set up a factory on his own, and the factory was to be built by L'O'Neill.

Naturally, you will give him the right.

Siu was more surprised that he immediately bought out the right, even though he might get a big cock.

It won't hurt or itch for Siu, but putting him on the sales route won't be a big deal, and the investment is amazing when it comes to building one factory.

The big merchant's "eyes on finding business opportunities" had something scary in Siu.

However, when I told Rigdor, "What if I failed and the rigs got lost on the street," he stared at me with his eyes like he saw a hugely stupid kid and pounded me on the shoulder.

"Merchants don't move if they could fail. And he said he'd keep his savings. Only my father gets lost in the streets. We have the money of our ancestors, Tonzla."

And he said proudly.

Siu just asked pompously.

Most magic schools offer magic classes, but there are other basic disciplines.

Although not as difficult as the Royal Loire College of Higher Studies, the Royal First High School level classes underneath were held.

High school is also a high level, and students begin to emerge that even the "magical genius", who enrolled at the age of twelve without attending secondary school, cannot keep up with basic disciplines.

There is no prospect of dropping out of school as far as magic is concerned, just more supplements.

In the meantime, Rigdor had managed to work hard without taking supplementary courses while flying at low altitudes.

"That, Mr. Rigg. Are you studying again? That's great."

Antony came as Siu and Rigdor sat on the edge of the view of the garden, which became a classic seat in the dining room. He spoke calmly, but Rigdor is fed up with his face.

"It's not great. I'm studying because I'm not great!

I was in the middle of desperately solving the drill Siu gave me, so I was talking fast.

Some classes are exempt in basic disciplines, others are listening to classes without taking the exemption exam that it is too early for me, and I am desperate to review them for preview.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I won't disturb you."

Antony sat next to Siu, smiling bitterly.

I wonder who most of them are, gather here.

Alice and the others, or Arestro.

Antony used to peek into his face, too.

"I have a problem with basic subjects, too."

"Tony did?

"Yeah. Literature and mathematics are fine because I was studying them at First Secondary School."

Antony is thirteen and one above the Sioux. I went to secondary school but received it in magic school, so it takes the form I've been integrating.

"Production and gymnastics are tough."

Physical education classes in regular schools seem to be sloppy when you say you work out your body, but they are strictly instructed in magic schools.

Anyway, wizards are mostly guards, vulnerable to physical attacks. Many have no strength because they rely on magic. Apart from those who choose the profession of magic warrior, most of them don't train their bodies the other way because they have too much magic.

For this reason, I worked out pretty hard in gymnastics class at Magic School.

"Exempted Siu, I envy you."

"I grew up in the mountains."

I have strength.

"Production is kind of understandable if it's mineral-related."

"Oh, the Gracias are dealing with that side."

"Yeah. But I don't know deep down either, because I haven't heard much about my parents' work either. I'm really sorry that I'm still alive."

"... isn't that what it is? There's nothing I can do about it."

"And does a twelve-year-old say that? My ear hurts when Siu tells me."

Rigdor ended the drill and we've been having a conversation.

"But, Siu, you're not the only one. When you look at a class face, you think it's amazing."

"Uh, a lot of geniuses, huh?

"I mean, nobility, I wonder how much you've been knocked in since you were little"

"Oh, you know what?"

As they sighed, they looked up at the cafe room, which was transformed into a dedicated for nobility on the second floor of the dining room.

Anyone should be able to use it, but it is no longer a place reserved for high-ranking nobles and a stylish space that is fruitful. Expensive furniture has been brought in in the form of donations, and ordinary people cannot come close.

Alice also seems to be dating, and she was often invited. He wanted to come to Siu and the others, but was taken to Martina, a friend and companion.

"Argeo, whatever you can do, passing by with respect. It's a monster level."

"I respect you, Rig, who can call him off."

They seem to be forgiving rhetoric because they whisper to each other. They say this is going to be outrageous when it gets into the ears of nobles.

"Nobility learns not only basic disciplines, but also patronage and swordsmanship in courtesy, right?

"And with magical qualities, they hire a professional tutor to learn."

"I can't. Oh, but I got Siu to tutor me."

Huh? And for some reason, Xiu snorted bitterly.

"You did it the other day."

"Oh, you're paying me well, aren't you? I told Rod."

"They're wired through the guild. Around here, the Adrid family is solid, or too neat."

"What's that?"

"I wish we were friends."

That said, they were both pissed off at the same time.

"No, you can't do that."

"He said no!

He seems to be a merchant's child and says the deal needs to be decent as a deal.

Nah, but it's not the best.

"Out of all the kids, that's just the kind of thing that got knocked in tight."

"Me too. You don't think I'll ever make a loan? When I was a little girl, I didn't know what it meant, and I felt like I was a bad person."

"Oh, I know. Me, too."

The Arestros came to a place where two people were telling a story about a merchant's child.

It seemed like the tea party upstairs was over.

Arestro seemed to want to talk to Siu, smiling and laughing.

"This, bribe"

So I gave him a restaurant treat that seems to be famous in Wangdu.

It was just for Siu, so I got in trouble. I laugh bitterly when I see Rigdor or Antony. I guess this is what "I can't read the air" is all about.

My paced rigdor as well,

"The recipe Siu thought of is better than the one here, huh?

And I started to brag.

"Speaking of which, I hear your house shop is popular. Siu, is it true I'm using your recipe?

Alestro turns to Rigdor and asks.

Rigdor still nods proudly with his chest stretched.

"That's right. In the first place, it's like having a Siu recipe and having a store."

"Oh, really? I heard you were planning to make a cafe."

"If you can't bid on a recipe, it looks like you were planning to make it on separate contents on the land you originally prepared. So now Sterla feels like Siu's recipe cafe."

Later in the day he was talking to Arestro.

If Rigdor is also a friendly student these days, he talks as usual, whether he is a descendant of nobility or not. It's supposed to be right and forgivable in school, but I didn't seem to get used to it at first.

Siu and others think it's strange that we have to use reverence because we're nobles in the first place.

Especially from the nobleman's younger brother, even if he thinks far away, he has not benefited.

Siu uses reverence because he feels respectful to the other person, is older, or is first met as courtesy.

Though I do try to speak politely to noble opponents because I want to avoid trouble.

"You say Sterla. Good name. My maid, she goes a lot because she has a very good reputation. When I said I wanted a souvenir, they said no because it's a common store."

"Well, it did open in the Central District, and the target audience is a middle-class commoner."

The concept is that ordinary people "want to stretch out but go eat".

You think a lot of women in common neighborhoods grab their paychecks and go eat?

A Marquis maid would pick up a lot of money, so I guess I can go there often.

"I want to try it, too. So."

"Hey, no way, we're not talking about taking him, are we?

Rigdor is handling this for some reason. Sure, the bribe was supposed to have gone to Siu.

"No way. No, I'm not. Not really."

With a smile, I gently pushed Rigdor over, and it was Viktor following me like a squire that pushed him over, but I stood before Siu.

"Can I interrupt your home?

"What?"

It was Rigdor who replied, and Siu was just pompous.

"I wanted to try staying at a friend's house for once."

"... do it at Viktor's house"

Alestro continues to sneer, ignoring the scratches of Rigdor like a crook.

"I can only think of a friend's house with no interest about you. And, Siu, your house sounds interesting."

You know, I tilted my little neck, and they held my hand.

Viktor looked bitter like trouble as well as Rigdor.