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On the day of arrival, a tour of the T-Flume mine and a temporary research institute was scheduled.

The students divided into six wagons and headed for the 'King's Forest.'

The final carriage was accompanied by Arthur, Clayo, Isiel, Chelsea, Angelium twins, Nebo and Fran.

The twins fell asleep as they were exhausted from running around in the morning.

Only then did the surrounding area become quiet.

"What, Ray, what happened on the train? The seat was comfortable because it was first class.”

Arthur poked Clayo, who was only looking outside the maple tree against the window.

"It's not that....”

"You suffered from twins, didn't you? But straighten your shoulders. Stop sobbing."

"I don't feel like gaining strength now."

"Then you'll have to tell me. The wine for dinner after today's schedule will be fantastic."

"Wine?"

"Everyone talks about mines these days when it comes to Dubris, but the red wine they make at the Dasos vineyard at the foot of the 'King's Forest' is also excellent."

Chelsea also stepped in. He looked excited at the thought of drinking.

"That's delicious! The production of Dasos wine is so low that our hotel only gives it to VIPs. This time, I can drink as much as I want."

Only then did Clayo's distorted expression gradually unfold.

"Yeah, let's hang in there thinking about alcohol....’

After running the carriage for about 20 minutes, the flatland was over and the forest began.

As I went up the wide but under-drawn road for a long time, I found a view of trees being cut and piles of dirt. Freight tracks were also just being installed. In the distance, a high vertical shaft rose.

Clayo could be sure of one fact.

'I knew it. It's been a long time since I published mine in the newspaper, and you've been developing it for a long time.’

We finally arrived at the entrance of the mine.

Clayo, who was getting off the last carriage, was tired of the long journey and belatedly noticed the students' fuss.

"You must have had a hard time coming a long way. I hope you stay comfortable and learn a lot."

It was the beauty of Melchior that echoed far and wide.

As soon as he heard his voice, Clay almost fell on the floor.

I wanted to hide in the carriage again when a person who I knew would see, but I didn't expect to see it right away.

He glanced sideways at Melchior as if he were watching something scary.

The prince in front of him was dressed in simple clothes and wearing hunting leather gloves.

There were only two attendants. A stout knight with short black hair and a woman who looked like a scholar.

Not only students but also teachers and assistants were shaken by the unprecedented welcome.

Even Maria Gentile, a fairly old professor, was stuttering in front of Melchior.

"Wow, wow, it's an infinite honor for you to greet me in person."

"No, Professor Gentile. These students will be prosecutors and wizards responsible for the future of our Albion. No matter how hard you try, it's not a waste. Then, take your time and look around."

Even though there was a prince's call to stay comfortable outside, most of the children from the aristocracy greeted the prince with utmost courtesy.

It's like an idol fan signing event or a papal visit. It's a mess. It's a mess.’

Clayo stood clumsily behind Arthur and Chelsea waiting for Melchior to leave quickly.

But the prince, who gracefully accepted the students' greetings, finally reached the front of the last carriage.

Clayo quickly turned on the "disturbance" and "lost."

"Long time no see, Arthur!"

"Long time no see. Brother."

"Ah-ha, you seem to have become more dignified since you haven't seen it."

"You're still the same."

Melchior drew Arthur with a jerk.

Arthur was extremely tall for his age, but Melchior, who was ten years younger, was more eye-catching than him.

Of course, Arthur, a trained prosecutor, was tougher than Melchior.

There is nothing you can't resist if you deal with the older brothers by force, but Arthur hid the signs of dislike and put up with Melchior's friendly gesture.

"People will think you're very close.’

A couple of steps back without even realizing it, Melchior stares clearly with the eyes of bronze and installment savings.

Frustrated with fear, Clay held his left index finger reflexively.

Melchior, who had greeted his brother under his hand, extended his interest to Clayo as well.

"How are you, Lord Clayo?"

"I see the decline of the Crown Prince."

Clayo, who looked up at Melchior with a move that seemed to make a sound from his squeaky joints, barely finished greeting.

Loyal Arthur stepped up as a relief pitcher again this time.

"Brother, you're too hard. Let's do it comfortably, comfortably."

"Yes, please call me like before….”

"Hahaha, really? If you prefer that, I'm welcome."

"Then why don't you move since we said hello? No one is leaving because you're here."

"Oh, I'm interrupting you."

'If you know, go. Don't get in between the kids..’

Clayo, who was sweating because he couldn't understand the purpose of Melchior, turned around after feeling a sharp edge behind him.

It was Fran.

"But now that we've come this far, we should also say hello to Young-sik of Count Werner Nils Hydeweite. Francis, it's my first time meeting you."

"…Never seen you before, degradation."

Fran picked up the greeting with a lot of force on her chin. It didn't even seem to be a conscious act.

Between them, 'Promise' floated a golden string.

[Unique Skill: 'On the Rescue of Interference'

- Eyes that see the nature of the target.

- Allows users to understand the true intent of the skill application they face to face. Additional features include history, status, past…]

"Are you going to use it eventually?" Argh!!!’

Reserved to shake the world, Clay closed his eyes in spite of me.

So a few seconds have passed.

"What are you doing?"

Rachel tapped Clayo on the back. There was a calm noise of the children and the noise of the shaft.

Nothing happened.

Clayo, who opened his eyes, faced Melchior, who was looking at Fran with a benevolent expression, Arthur, who seemed restless under his smiling face, and Zel, who was speechless.

I'm not the target of the skill, so there's no conflict?’

I was about to sigh with relief.

Pull-down-

The shaky fran collapsed like a broken doll.

"Fran!"

"Are you all right?"

Clayo, who caught Fran falling, also fell.

Clay saw a faint glow on the back of Fran's sweaty hand and then faded away.

'Is this some kind of skill conflict?'

Certainly, it seemed that the technology of propaganda and propaganda would not be suitable.

Even so, the average person, Fran, wouldn't have been able to stop Melchior's skills.

"Teacher! There is a sick student."

It was only after Isiel whipped Clayo up and Rachel quickly brought in the teacher who led the disturbance.

In the meantime, Melchior had a face that seemed to worry about his students with all-time student.

If he hadn't overheard the whispering conversation between Melchior and his entourage, even Clay would have been fooled.

"Was there resistance?”

"It's pretty. But it was still possible. I can't believe he's in charge of that. That's unexpected."

"The people's flag doesn't count the age of the flag bearer anymore, degradation. It's proof that the tissue is collapsing."

"I know, Tasserton."

Clayo, who was listening to the conversation carried by "Late," also felt like lying down in a faint.

"What was Fran doing? Melchior is really digging in the back!’

It was clear that the "real goal of life" that Fran found was not an activity at the level of writing lines in magazines and spraying propaganda.

In Clayo's head, words such as "a conspiracy of rebellion," "overseas of the state" and " treason" began to spin around.

While touring the entrance to the mine and the temporary laboratory nearby, Clayo's thoughts were elsewhere.

The spirit of his leaving home barely returned home after the first drink at the dinner. It was thanks to wine that was delicious enough to make my eyes open.

"Dasos wine?"’

Red wine mixed with black currant and chocolate flavor is dark and high in degree, and the end taste was soft with a cream flavor.

It went very well with both buttered squash soup, smoked trout, cream-boiled veal and autumn mushrooms.

"It's a relief that I don't have to see the prince's face just when I'm eating.’

The large hall of the Winter Palace was lit on every wall, and the dining table was one long row at the center.

The crown prince, Arthur and professors were at the top of the inside. Chelsea and Angelium twins were also near Arthur.

Also, most of the students were in a hurry to get a seat close to the prince, so Clayo, who was slow in action, could almost win the horse.

Thanks to you, I was glad to know what it tasted like for dinner.

"If the prince was nearby, he wouldn't have known that such delicious food would go into his mouth or nose.’

Someone sat next to Clayo, who was eating without saying anything, focusing only on plates and glasses.

"Oh, no, we're already in Maine!"

The woman with freckles and curly hair was a miner who accompanied the prince to guide the research center.

It was small and simple to dress, so there was not much age difference with the students sitting nearby.

"Here, fill me up! They also bring us veal food!"

The researcher, who called the servant out loud as if the dinner the prince was serving was a tavern table, looked around only after a shot of alcohol.

"Hello, I'm Freda. I'm a researcher with the Mining Bureau."

with a gulp

Clayo, who was chewing the last piece of veal, answered a beat later.

"…Good morning. My name is Clayo Asher. Thank you for your kind guidance earlier."

Freda, who was frowning at the top of her nose with a lot of freckles, smiled loudly and put down the empty glass.

"You don't listen to me at all, but you're a good bowler! Student Clayo... Let's see, it doesn't look like a prosecutor. Do you want to be a wizard?”

"That's right."

"Oh, and yet you're not interested in T-flume?”

"No, I'm very interested. But earlier, I was worried that my friend suddenly fell down....”

"Aha, friendship is more important than anything when you're a student. Since I'm sitting next to him, can you explain it again? Do you have any questions about T-Floom?”

Freda was not seeking Clayo's consent.

Just by looking at it, he was just an otaku who wanted to talk about his fanaticism.

Of course, these people were better sources of information for Clayo.

"Yes, I'm curious. Especially, I'd like to know the most about how far the T-flower problem has been solved.”

"Wow! Student, you're really interested! Listen, the researchers all agree that we need to activate the T-flume's ether from the beginning and then imprint the function, instead of using specific spells and changing the shape, as Master Jebedi did in the past."

"That way, we can process the T-flume without a higher wizard?”

"That's right. There are only 14 senior wizards in our country, and we can't put those precious and troubled people on the factory line. Even lower-level wizards and low-level ether users need to change the conditions so that they can process T-plums for their purposes."

"If I permanently activate the ether, do you think I can solve the problem of invalidating a wizard with no more than 6 levels of wizardry?"

"I think it's theoretically possible. It's because I haven't succeeded yet."

What? We're almost there. Can you do this without Fran? Come on, Albion Mine Bureau!'

"But I can't find a stable formula that keeps T-flume active. I've succeeded several times, so I've been hoping for something, and now my failure is even more painful.”

"Did you find a catalyst to carve the formula?"

Looking back on the past manuscript, it wasn't easy not only to make a formula, but also to engrave it on a T-flume.

If you just scratch the formula with a chisel, the formula was erased within a day.

It was because of the nature of the T-flume.

The T-flume had similar melting points with iron and could be processed in a similar way, but even if the finished product was made, it returned to the form that was first mined about a day later.

'If you make it from other metals and alloys, it's separated.’

Therefore, even when trying to engrave the formula of ether activation, it needed a catalyst that could corrode the T-flume.

Until now, a senior wizard of more than six levels has used ether to process the T-flume directly, and has kept its shape by engraving the magic formula for the unique purpose of the product has been maintained its shape.

A representative item is Jebedi's 'compression zone'.

"That's a good way to make one or two, but now that the vein has been discovered, we need to change the methodology.’

"Not even him yet. Among them, Adamantium's imprint remained the longest, but it was erased after some time. Oh, all I have to do is solve this problem, and the feeling of sitting right under my nose is unbelievably awful!"

Freda pretended to poke into the air with a meat fork. It was already the third time I had drunk.

Indeed, alcohol would be in a state of call.

Clayo was lost in thought, eating a chocolate mousse with salt caramel fries.

In the last manuscript, the revolutionary formula that kept Tiplum active was published in a solo study by the genius Maddo scientist Fran.

How great the formula was was was fully described in the manuscript, but of course, no exact formula was written….

I'm not sure I know what you're talking about, even if you write it correctly!’

It was the sorrow of the liberal arts that I felt for the first time in a long time.