Sweet Reincarnation

"Chief!!

Digidelio came back to the lab at the highest possible speed for himself. If the door opens with momentum, the wall and the door will sound as loud as a drum.

"Wow!! Surprised."

The chief researcher, who was caged indoors and kept discussing the results of the experiment and staring, suddenly felt the heart shrink to a freshly loud sound.

Chief, I found it. I found it.

"What?

"Well, maybe we can solve the problem, it's the thread."

"Ha... right"

The chief replied indifferently to the words of Digidelio.

Originally, the institute was the gathering place for the intellectual elite. That is the same thing in window departments where results are structurally difficult to achieve. To the assigned man, there is pride, and pride. There are many people who need to be told in the past that there were.

The researchers are no longer even close, but they were motivated at the beginning of their assignment. Whether it's at the window or at the window, I'm willing to produce results, and I'm willing to put the sun in the shade.

But a year or two and I rub it off and lose my motivation as I count the months without being able to achieve results in a busy manner.

At the time of assignment, it was a good thing that people who were still motivated made noise that they had discovered something trivial. Alternatively, once again, we may mistakenly assume that our ancestors have succeeded in the past.

In previous cases, it leads to the result that motivation is cut without exception.

For example, alloys. Mixing rare metals and minerals with commonplace materials such as copper made of iron yielded better results than when copper and iron were alone. If we can find the optimal material and formula ratio, we should be able to improve the situation at once, etc.

However, no matter how many trials and errors these are repeated, they never cross the mixed rare metals or the like. In other words, the result is that it is better not to use copper or iron. It's sad, it's one of the trails that many of our ancestors went through.

Alternatively, explore whether gems can be made artificially. It is obvious that gems are good as a material to store magic power, so I wonder if I can make gems. This is a thought that humans tend to fall into, not long after being assigned.

It's something that a sober person might notice if he thinks about it carefully, but if it's so easy to make, gems aren't called gems. It's called a gem because of its rare value.

There are no success stories, but all of them are far more costly than mining gems normally. Then I'm talking about buying and using gems normally. I go to the conclusion that it is impossible when it comes to whether even the royal family can give money that would tilt its finances for generalization. It is also a practical example of a number of occasions when we try to conclude that cost can be reduced if made in large quantities, etc., and get beaten up with the aerospace theory on the desk. They laugh at how many countries they're going to crush until they can make a ton of them.

Or some people thought, "Let's solve them by magic." This and others completely depart from the thrust of the laboratory. They make me laugh at the research that generalizes magic, what it's for, such as magic becoming a must.

A new human being challenges difficult questions with ingenuity. And scatter. What you can do is a dismotivated researcher. It is the birth of a ghost member who helps elsewhere and wonders if he can manage to achieve results that way. Very rarely, some achieve glorious results elsewhere, and use it as a handle for others to escape the boundaries of the left transition. You put your hopes into this, and you're going to have your days.

Experience with oneself why the left transition destination is the passage ritual of the newcomer.

My boss's uncomfortable response was to get a good idea of the facts.

"It's true."

"Okay, okay. What the hell did you find?

For once, I asked him if he would talk to me as his boss, and he replied lightly.

Without turning to it, Digidelio was sold from his mentor… to show off a specially obtained object.

"Take this."

"... that's a rare gem."

The chief observes an object that remains on the palm of Digidelio's hand.

The color is amber. It is slightly brownish, but transparent to the extent that the wrinkles in the palms of Digidelio are visible. It also feels like a glass ball or something because it seems to stick to the purpose I saw. but if it's glass, it won't be so shaky.

If so, the presumption is that even precious gems were obtained.

"No. It's not a gem."

It is not a gem. If so, the chief thinks it would still be glass.

"Crystal, glass?

"No. This is candy."

Digidelio reveals himself with pride and face. Nothing. It wasn't made by him, and I didn't discover the original. It's just that the flexible idea of a young man has found the possibility of a treat. The chief, whose head was stiffened by the preconceived notion of ore or gemstone if he was to save his magic, ran the kind of shock struck by lightning at the rookie's words.

"Candy...... whoa!! Maybe."

"Yes, I thought I could do this."

"Oh, you've got eyes on the good inside. Sure, I've never tried it before."

Use candy for experimentation. I couldn't even try to do this. Unlike the ore you can properly collect, the only way to get it is to buy it. If research funding had always been a poor lab of cuttlefish, there would have been no such thing as sweets or entertainment or preferences.

"Clear solid, gemstone-like yet reshaped like glass. You get the ingredients normally, too."

on parade of desirable conditions.

"... then a cooperative wizard later? I wonder if I'll be running around by next year so I can get a budget somehow"

The chief remembers what he asked Digidelio to do. They want us to destroy the wizards of the Mortairn family. But I didn't even think that would work. I felt bad about it. There are indications that research is likely to proceed here. Then you must hire a wizard at all costs.

research budget and his own personal property. Now the chief can circle the math wondering if he can't even hire a mercenary wizard. I looked around the lab and started calculating whether there was anything that was going to sell.

"It's solved, too."

"Huh?"

"I asked my mentor to accept it." For some reason, the principal of the boarding officer school and our director's permission was obtained. "

"Holy shit!!

"Actually, the chief asked me to meet him, and I've guided him. He said he'd come after a tour of another place, so it's time..."

The door is knocked at a time as if you were listening.

Digidelio, are you there?

A digital delio that also lightly welcomes footprints to the voices heard from outside the door.

"Yes. Instructor Mortairn. Nice to meet you."

"Oh, I had a hard time finding it inside. It's in the top floor corner. I don't think it's harassment."

"Ha, it wasn't far, even if it didn't hit me. Oh, I'll introduce you. This is the substantial top of our lab. I'm Horwood-Mill-Sokiholo, chief researcher."

"Hi, I'm asking about Lord Mortairn. Welcome today."

The chief rubs his fingerprints with so much momentum that he thinks he might want to get rid of them. A cooperative wizard for experimentation. Such delicious stories are rare.

"Best wishes. Now, I hear a brief explanation from Sir Digidelio-Harbonci, could you please explain it in detail"

Ok, the chief will explain the research. Starting with the social significance of magic being generalized and the purpose for which the laboratory was founded, a detailed explanation was given of the three difficult questions and to the extent that they extended to the current state of the laboratory.

"I see. In other words, if you are a substance that stores magic well and is prone to form processing, you are likely to be able to anchor magic. Obscure about the magic activation, the candy maker is something no one has tried so far, and I really want my help as a wizard..."

"Yes, if you can cooperate, I will pay you a small reward… next year as well. Or, if it's here, it can be paid in kind."

If they want money, it will be next year. The chief was explaining in a cold sweat. This lab has a really minimal budget.

"It depends on the conditions for cooperation, but what is payment in kind?

"Yep. How about this, for example? Limestone from Corvel. This is a delicacy that is nowhere else if it comes with so much whiteness. You've had a hard time getting it. It took me a month on foot to go back and forth to mine my own. I snuck up on this in the middle of the night, so it's direct from the region."

"Ha."

I guess it's just better not to say I've been digging. Traveling around the country would be possible for nobles, and they wouldn't be able to make eyeballs as long as they picked up falling stones.

"Or what about this? Gold ore from Ratesh. The content is of good quality, so I'm sure small grains of sand gold or so should contain gold. The carriage I'm transporting picked up something polarized and dropped, so I'm pretty sure where it came from."

What is the definite place of origin? In modern Japan, it is a crime of embezzlement of lost property.

Would it be saved that there is no uniform law on ownership in the event of picking up drops? Some land is assumed to belong to the person who picked it up, while others are assumed to belong to the dropper. It's easier to think it was a legitimate way to get here.

"... that's all you don't need"

"Oh no...... then say the terms. I'll do whatever I can."

He is a corner prey, a wizard of all times. I want you to cooperate. I don't have any money, but if you buy me experience as a researcher, the chief eats down.

"Then, on condition from me... I want you to keep it a secret."

"Secrecy?

To an unexpected story, a decent chief and digital delio.

"Yeah. I don't tell people about my magic when my mouth is torn. I would like to ask you to be thorough enough not to make it clear whether magic can be used or not, of course."

"... Yes"

The chief also regains seriousness and answers to the somewhat serious paice of expression.

"And secrecy of achievements. Publication of the results of the study is limited to the people who are here. I want it to be strictly controlled so that it doesn't leak anything else."

"... Yes"

Concealment of research results. As a researcher, I don't want to snort if I can. If you can't publish it, you have to say it's unproductive externally. If it's true, it's about as much as I'd like to mumble around here and there when I get results, but Pace says I'll forbid it.

The chief snorts reluctantly as patrons want to keep the research results secret and monopolize profits are not uncommon.

"Instead, I will assist you with the money, and if you want, I will give you a bounty and honor from home."

"I understand the bounty, honor?

"Yes. The research will be kept secret and a medal will be awarded from our house. Whatever, let me also give you an honorary title. First of all, you can hire me at home. A laboratory may be prepared and seats may be available in the form of a director and a deputy director. Let's pay double what we do now."

"Ho, is that true!!

An unexpected act of grandeur. The chief was pleased to have a fat patron with a good air.

Pais looks at it with the same Nico face.

"Yeah. If you get results..."

They were researchers with a little anxiety about the language that contained something.