Shut-in Magician

Check how the water leaks, choose the best knitting gel cloth and check the throwing strength against the wall several times.

The classroom walls of production are so thick that they can also be used for these intensity experiments, so it's convenient.

Although using just as much power as an object falling from a high altitude would break every school building.

Furthermore, I decided to have the magic props attached to my stomach.

To make it easier to cancel any mistake when away from the foundation.

Make a pippy warning sound, and if you don't disarm it, the gel of the shock absorbing material will pop out and form a sphere and surround you the next moment you feel an impact somewhere. When I got out, I couldn't use that magic prop anymore, so I decided to have the motion to either call it off or switch it off while I was out.

That's it, class hours are over.

In the afternoon, in a class on multi-attribute surgical development, the time for the fifth free debate was even rewriting the surgical ceremony, although the fourth time limit was listening seriously.

Tristan was listening from Regro, or he was already willing to talk to me when he peeked into what Siu was doing.

"If it's just the way it's supposed to be, it'll be easier, but you'll stick to it."

"Ha."

"Thanks to you, it's a complicated procedure."

"I've been hanging in there. I'm sorting it out, but it's double or it's a lot of waste."

"But you think it right. Once you've written everything down, it's good to have what you need. I'm gonna scrape what I don't need out of there."

"Yes."

There must be no interference formula, and I will check it each time and try again.

"Done!

"Uhm, let me see"

Zach read it and Tristan nodded satisfactorily.

"I don't see a procedure as beautiful as this. There's no waste as one."

"Thank you"

"It's a series of simple things in content, but when it's more than one, it gets harder as soon as possible. It's very good to know that."

"As much as possible, I thought it could be used by lower-level grantors"

"Well, if you explain it to me, it's possible to grant magic level three, or maybe even level two."

"Yes."

Ugh, and when I exhaled satisfactorily, Orseus and Eul came.

"What are you doing now?"

"You haven't brought any more flying boards during this time"

They're both looking for a flying plate. Siu smiled bitterly and showed him the procedural ceremony he had just made.

"It's a flying board thing. I tried to make it a safety precaution when I fell."

"Hey, what's this?"

"Wow, it's complicated."

"That, but"

I went on to read it from above many times, and in the fourth, Orseus understood.

"Oh, this, surprisingly easy?

"Really, heh. There's a noise here, is this the disarm? This one's a certain distance away, and that's the only part of it that's ejected at the heart."

When I was doing it cute, Tristan came around again and said:

"I've been telling you in class for a long time that most of the demonic props out there have a futile technique, right? I really need to be able to write as neatly as this. Most of all, people who can do that just like research, and they don't dye their hands until they develop and sell magic props. As a result, second-rate people make it. So it's a long, complicated and strange procedure."

"That makes it expensive, doesn't it?"

Eul the common man answered unfortunately. Tristan nodded, continuing.

"If you are a malicious vendor, you try to improve and sell good products. Higher and poorer functions are rampant. So I want you guys to learn a lot about multi-attribute techniques. Even if you don't actually develop it, you can check the magic items that are already there. You can tell the difference between good and bad."

"Yes!"

After that, it became a topic of which magic props were good and bad, etc., and the discussion continued with pleasure.

On this day I put out the application documents to Alarico and used a lonely ground named Third Experimental Site in the most remote place.

At the end of the fifth time limit, we will hurry to make an experiment on the magic props we have made.

Most things were fine, and there were burnt marks on the ground. If you decide, you have to undo it, but you seem to be allowed to burn somewhat.

Siu took the Ferres and flew over, activating and dropping the demonic props attached to the human-sized tree.

There was no problem at all with about ten meters, but the tree inside was hitting the ground whether the shock absorbing material was too soft from around thirty meters over.

If you're human, you're about to get a minor injury.

Besides, trees are hard, but humans are soft and twisted. If you are unconscious, naturally you cannot feel comfortable.

After a little thought, I took out the remains of Grande Formica. I thought it was just the right size.

"But there's a shell because it looks like an insect... okay"

I put a magic prop on it and dropped it from the sky again. As I visually metastasized and watched, the tactile sensation of Grande Formica, which I dropped from thirty-five meters, broke.

"Ah."

The formula of the material needs to be changed.

On the spot, I reformulated it using magic because no one had seen it.

"Automation," he chanted in his heart, re-knitted, clothed and pushed into the magic prop again.

Drop it again, now it's a success.

This was no problem up to a hundred meters.

I thought it would be within five hundred meters at best even if I tried my best to be a flying board, so I needed to raise it a little higher, but I noticed a few people looking in the ground direction suspiciously at the sound of Don. There seemed to be limits to the experiment here.

Also, a flying dragon can fly about 3,000 meters, so I wanted to try your experiment. Therefore, the experiment at the school ended here.

When I went to report to Alarico that the use of the Grand had ended, I was told that I could take the next day off for some reason.

"Huh?"

"I don't know what to teach. If it's about Caspar, we'll figure it out for a day or so. I don't have a problem with it as long as I give him the assignment, and I think it's time to let him fly."

"... trouble paying?

"Gohon!"

"Excuse me."

I apologized in a hurry. Alarico laughed bitterly while

"Troubleshooting me, but I'm going to meet him face-to-face in the next subject"

and flaunted his shoulders.

There are several classes of Ancient Language Magic Ceremony Analysis that Caspar would like to take, depending on the teacher, so it was apparently going to be up to Alarico if he were to take it.

"Students who seem to have problems always come to me. Trouble."

"haha"

"I'm laughing swallowingly, because you're into that problem, too, right?

"... Yes"

Anyway, I was told that I could take the afternoon class tomorrow, so I decided to take it with difficulty.

They're going to treat me like an extracurricular class, and they told me that if I just submitted the assignment, that would be fine.

I feel sorry for being treated favourably.

The next day I walked out of the Wang capital for the first time in a long time and took my feet to a plain where no one was.

It's also off the streets, so there's no one here at this time of year.

The experiment was repeated aboard Ferres while enhancing omnidirectional exploration just in case.

For this reason I prototyped several ingredients yesterday without even having dinner late at night.

Luca worried and asked Susa to bring me a night meal, so much so that I finally realized in time.

Susa was deeply angry at me while I was stunned that it was a huge concentration.

"You're only a child, so work your body."

That is.

And, come on, I got off trying to experiment, but that's where I realized that human proxies can't be all Grande Formica.

However, the remains of warcraft in the space vault are all big things like rock hogs, and most of them have been dismantled.

There was no match in the good days, and we further intensified our omnidirectional search to find the Warcraft. Then he discovered the little warcraft at the edge of the plain.

And close to the village.

Siu stayed on Ferres, transferred and approached.

"Goblin? It's a little small, maybe."

It's a crusade, so if I found it, I needed to hunt it.

It was a herd again, and it was possible to head to the village, so I put it together from above, transferred the demon nucleus, took it away, and defeated it.

Just in case, cut off your ears. Prove the crusade.

I could really have kept my mouth shut, but I was concerned that it was close to the village and a herd. Maybe you should report it later.

In the meantime, we'll try to experiment first, and we'll move into the middle of the plain again.

The experiment showed that every 3,000 meters would be perfectly fine.

Before that, humans seemed highly manageable, but things worked out for now.

And then I also tried to get some gel yarn out that would support some points of my body so that the person inside wouldn't move and mess with it while it was falling.

There were a few things I wanted to change, but it would be generally fine.

I've tried trees, rocks, swamps and ponds, but it looks fine. Snow, of course, judged me an obstacle, so I activated it. I want to try the rest in the desert, ice, etc.

Furthermore, I wanted to check it out even if it was alive, so I decided to use it myself.