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Last but not least, Dione stuck out her head behind the car, which was about to be tested one more time.

I knew he was here for a while, but he left it to hide his presence.

She stepped through a mess of upside-down holes, regardless of the white lace skirt and pearl-colored shoes being dirty.

A close-mouthed research wizard examined the shape and depth of the pit with sharp eyes. It is a measure of magical power.

Then he dug up a pile of dirt with his bare hands and found fragments of garden decorations that would have been targeted.

Dione, who sat down completely, opened the circle and implemented the magic of [analysis] [a trace] [a replay].

"[Shine, expose, trace of power and light!]

Immediately after the use of magic, for a few minutes, the ether left in the air preserved its magic traces like the bottom of a sheet of wax. Hanging together [Analysis] [Trace] and you could figure out the magic used.

A combination in the third volume of "The Magic Circle." Dionne's magic is very standard and neat.’

Clay didn't stop Dione's quest.

'I've put a confidentiality item in the contract, and the magic medium will live in Dionne, so you don't have to hide it.’

Dionne, who turned the movement of Ether, finally jumped up. Wearing small feet and high heels, he has been able to climb over the garden, which is a dirt field.

"Claio!"

"Yes."

"How many times is this magic continuously available?"

Considering the amount of ether consumption and his concentration, he seemed to be able to hit three times in a row, but he reduced the number of times just in case.

"As you can see, once or twice is the limit."

"Wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-that's a good lie.”

Balchi's behemoth tingled. Clayo pretended not to hear.

"Well, it's a magical way to eat up the ether so much. This is no joke."

Of course, Dionne seemed to be very impressed by the sheer number of times she said.

Dione, who is still elegant despite being covered in dirt, smiled dumbly at Clayo.

Just as it blew, the hat flew away. The scattered grayish-red hair was scattered and the cheeks were naturally red.

Excitement and awe made her face sparkle like a girl.

"Ray, you're a real genius. No. I think that's too weak. This magic is unprecedented... The devastation that begins in the sky.”

Clayo, too serious and embarrassed to praise, scratched his cheek and avoided eye contact.

"If you're a modern man, you're used to attacking from the sky....’

It may be to the extent of technological development, but even looking at newspapers and brochures, airship seems to have not been invented in this world yet. The balloon seemed to be used for tourism as well.

Bombing from the air may be a concept ahead of the times. It would be an ordinary idea that anyone can think of later on.

"It's more like a power that belongs to an angel or a devil."

"That's too much of a metaphor."

"What's too much? This magic can only be realized when both coordination and ether sensitivity are enormous. Otherwise, the pilot will hurt himself."

While practicing, Clayo himself swallowed the story that he had hurriedly set up a [defensive] magic because he almost got stitched by his own window.

"Let's see, the circle's about 20 meters long. Level four? If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it.”

"The 20 meters is a distance that even a lower level test can go a few steps, so it's not a technology that can be used in real life."

"Are you going to lie down in front of the same wizard with that excuse? Will you be a Level 4 wizard forever?"

Dionne, who opened her eyes, held her hands close to her waist. With a lower tone than usual voice, Clayo was wiped without hesitation.

"When you go up to level five, the circle is 80 meters in diameter. A six-level circle has a diameter of 200 meters. At that point, it takes a few seconds to run an intermediate test. When your statement is faster than their footstep... It's a clear definition of how it's going to be.”

"But like a six-level wizard, a six-level test is almost invincible within the 200-meter range. I don't think I can stand up to such a senior prosecutor."

The ether capacity limit, which is the standard for the ether level, was the same for both the inspection and the wizard.

Like the wizard's circle, the extent to which the test of the test had affected was also proportional to the ether level.

Just as Clayo, a four-level wizard, could do a 20-meter diameter circle, a four-level prosecutor could only perform his best within a 20-meter range around his body. It was difficult to make a valid attack on an opponent in a position that was out of range.

"It is extraordinary in itself to think of competing against prosecutors for their duty while buying magic. Someone who can't even lift the sword. Who do you think will attack with magic in the first place? It's a waste, among other things..”

Dionne, who was somewhat calm after a pat, looked around again as if she could see the scene of sponsorship.

"You did it."

When the watery eyes get cold like ice, Dionne feels much more sincere and beautiful than pretending to be friendly.

"All the servants in this mansion are loyal, but please ask Mrs. Canton to join you again. If you don't want to be a hotshot in the Secret Intelligence Service."

Clayo nodded, recalling Melchior, who sent invitations to Tan Shin Yeon and Tan Shin Yeon a week away.

"Thank you for your advice. I don't want to be in that position."

"There are less than 30 people who are level 5 wizards of the Albion. Level 6 is 11. Level 7 is 3. There's only one level. Most senior wizards are old people.

Even prosecutors who have the most powerful force in mankind can't make a long-range attack unless they reach level six. If every wizard could do something like you, people would have a wizard."

"Wow-wow-wow-wow-wow- (I want to go in and lie down now, but when will the lady's speech be over?)”

Behemoth cut off Dionne's horse. He yawned and couldn't scratch himself with his hind legs, so he started to perform.

"-I wouldn't have accepted it.”

Dionne bowed down as if she had made a serious face.

"Oh, was our nail boring?”

"Wow. I'm just glad I know."

When Dione, who hit the serious mode, leaned deeper, it was a tomb of obesity that jumped up and clung to her delicate body.

Dionne stumbled because the cat was heavy, but held the behemoth tightly and refused to let go.

"It's been a long time since we've had nails, we've been too busy to give them snacks!"

"That's right. Give me beef jerky.”

"Are you hungry? There's a snack inside!”

"Neat!!!"

You really don't understand, do you? How can you understand so well?

Before I knew it, the sun was setting. The two naturally began to move home.

Clayo felt a month of fatigue and drowsiness pouring in like a collection of bonds.

Looking back at Clayo, who was falling behind, Dionne clicked his tongue.

"You're blue because you're black underneath your eyes, too, tsk tsk tsk. Looking at this sponsorship, I can see how much trouble you've gone through. It's a flower and landscaping is nowhere to be found, and it's like a rural farmland before sowing."

After listening to Dionne, Clay stopped yawning continuously. An idea flashed through my mind.

'If war breaks out in the future, the capital will be sealed off. It's not a long time, but just in case, should we change this place into a field? In case there's a food shortage.’

"Sowing... again the most edible crop. Shall we plant potatoes and beans? Cabbage is fine."

Dione, who lifted her chin slightly, squinted her eyes. The cat looked at Clayo with the same expression as Dionne.

"You just meant it. Why are you making such a fuss when you don't even grow up? A man who has the greatest denial of his country as his father!"

"Your father's property is his father's....”

"It's not you? By the way, are you going to have a piece of land in the area of O'Reiles that could be used to build a horse-riding stadium?"

Clayo, who was barely walking with his shoulders raised, was surprised and straightened his back.

"Is the purchase over already?"

"Look at my mind. Don't be like this. Go in and wash up. There are a lot of documents to look at from now on. After final review of the documents, I'll pay the balance and register within this week."

"Everything, everything?”

Did you sort out all those complicated rights issues? I thought it would take longer. It's incredible….'

Clayo saw a little girl in a muddy dress and a cat, as if she had never seen her before.

"Ah-ha-ha. Everything! I made the contract, and I just need to sign it. I think I'm better at negotiating than magic.”

"That's great. The modifier "genius" is not for me, but for Lady Dionne."

It was a deep-seated compliment.

It was a very appropriate choice to sign a contract with her.

***

On weekends, I signed the documents as Dionne told me to, and read a major book of precedents related to land purchase and lease.

The registration of ownership transfer was completed immediately on Monday.

For the next few days, he spent the next few days playing with Behemoth, sharing drinks, and listening to "Mass Stone Scene" that rolled around the house. The week passed like a dream.

After waking up a little later today, Clayo looked at the closet on the left side of the bed with a pleased look. I felt good even when I saw it.

Inside the closet, there was a safe purchased for 50,000 dinars.

The safe was a harness, and no one other than the first imprinted user could open it or move it.

I'll take it to the dorm later. I was happy just to have the land documents.’

A certificate of land ownership bearing the seal of the head of the District of Oreles, under the name of Clayo Asher.

It was a hot document that came out the day before yesterday.

'This feeling of being registered at the age of 17 is the best. I'm full even if I don't eat.’

Then a polite knock came from outside the bedroom.

"Are you up, young master?"

"Mrs. Canton, good morning."

The maid did not ask her subordinates to come in, but she pushed the trolley by herself.

The tray at the top contained warm tea and milk, raspberries topped with syrup, poached eggs and soft-boiled ham, toast and marmalade.

It was a breakfast that I put little by little, thinking of Clayo, who has a short mouth.

Before the start of school, Mrs. Canton was motivated to gain some weight.

"You look much better today, and I'm relieved.”

"Thanks to your sincerity."

"It's good to focus on training, but you have to take care of your health first.”

Wearing a pajama, Clay received a tray on the bed.

The maidservant moved like water, and four well-knitted daily newspapers were also placed on the sheet.

"Well, ring the bell when you're done eating."

"Thank you always."

It was a graceful morning.

Today's meal was very delicious.

The long-time chef, dessert manager, gardener, maid and maid of honor were all well organized like an orchestra.

'I thought school was comfortable enough, but there was more luxury than that... 1.2 million dinar. You can give it back to your father, but this mansion is a waste. How... is there no way to get a gift?’

It was a pity that I didn't enjoy enough hardware and software in this good house because I ran away from home, went to the auction house, practiced magic, and made repairs.

Do you want to get the top job in school or go to any competition? I've made an excuse, let's stab him later if we have a chance to meet.’

At that time, he visited the school only once and was a father without a word. Of course, Clayo was also good, so I didn't contact him first.

Dione said he was sending a letter to Gideon Asher in good language. Her ability was trustworthy.

Clayo, who dropped the tray on the trolley, still lay half in bed and opened the newspaper.

Reading four daily papers was Clayo's morning routine. Because he had the waiting news.

Clayo, buried in a soft pillow and turning over the newspaper, bounced back.

From royal newspapers to republican newspapers, they began to talk about the T-flume mine in unison.

'There you go. Finally, the restrictions are lifted!'