The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

Clasping his nose with the back of his hand, Clay nodded desperately.

Shuuuuuuuuuu-

Just like the use of grand magic one after another, the ether in the bowl escapes at once.

Blood that cannot be handled by the back of the hand is soaked to the sleeve collar of the left hand.

Clayo, who gave up bleeding, holds the pen again.

Through the Decisions of Appropriateness, we look back at dozens of pieces of paper we've written and discarded so far.

Each line, shape, and letter that do not know the meaning shines partly on different paper.

Only the shiny parts are combined and written on the new paper.

Took.

He pulled his head back as far as he could, but he couldn't stop a drop of blood from splashing on the paper.

Clayo quickly lifts a piece of paper with a new magic formula.

The splashed blood draws a thin line on the paper and flows to the floor.

However, Clayo's eyes are not drawn by blood, but rather by the magic formula drawn by ink.

Blow a small amount of ether over the paper.

The lines and shapes that do not know the meaning of each one, drawn in a round circle, begin to glow with gold.

The light never goes out.

At the same time, 'appropriate judgment' also performs its functions.

[- Judging the propriety, the magic formula turned out to be true.]

'I guess it's...'.’

Clayo, who passed out lying on his face at the desk, barely woke up because of the gleam of gold.

His son-in-law was dark.

Just before he passed out, the T-flume sculpture, which had a conversion valve with alcohol, had ether activated even after a few hours.

Most of all, the strongest evidence was the subtle gold that leaked from the T-flume.

"This is what the last manuscript said, and the one I saw before shined like this.’

Clayo laughed his back when he recalled being detained at a police station in the countryside when he ran away from home.

At that time and now, I was in a terrible condition.

Anyway, success is success.

"Okay."

He rose from his chair with a groan.

I was half asleep or lying on my stomach, and my whole body ached.

Ether escaped, it's hard to breathe because of the dried nosebleeds.

I felt like I was going to die, but today was already the third day of the picnic.

'Tomorrow I'll have to go back to the capital.’

If we don't give the formula to the researchers of the Mining Bureau, we don't know when and how to contact them.

Clayo somehow washed himself and changed his clothes, feeling as if he had only one small step left to overwork.

"If I leave this laundry to the ground, I'll think I'll kill someone..’

Bloody shirts and pants were stuffed into the bottom of the suitcase.

I wore a new shirt, pants and a jacket.

Then he went down to the drawing room and picked up the phone. It was time for the students who went hunting to not come back.

Count Hydeite is a celebrity and doesn't know his home phone number, but it was fortunate that he could be connected if he asked an operator.

It took a long time to get himself connected from the local base station to the western telephone station, from the western telephone station to Lundane, from Lundane to the count, and from within the white writer.

'Is it worth saying thank you for being connected....’

Since there was no communication magic or crystal ball in this world, the modern civilization's technology of telephone was extremely valuable.

It was a "Jeongjin" that felt like a long time ago when I was carrying a cell phone.

["Chic-Chic-Frank-Franc-Wight"]

"Franc? Me, Clayo."

["Asher"? "Chic-chick-what-what-the-call."]

The quality of the call was terrible.

After looking around again, Clayo shouted as loudly as possible, over the phone.

"Thanks to you telling me about the catalyst and the components, I've discovered T-flume ether permanent activation. I can't just announce this under my name. Contribution…."

["……Chirping-."]

"How do you want to divide your contributions and present them?" Did you hear that?"

["Fixed-in-One Day" - To determine the formula -Fixed-impossible"]

"It's possible! I found a permanent activation bar for T-Flume Ether!"

The voice got louder because of the line.

"You don't have to say anything. If it's not a formula, but a magic formula, that's what you've done-."]

"The day before yesterday--."

["Shut up. I don't touch it anymore."]

"Why…."

For the first time in a matter of seconds, I wondered if I could hear Fran clearly.

"If T-Flume's problems were solved, would it be good for the royal family?" Don't put me in there."]

rattle-

Took.

It ended in a one-sided declaration.

["The Count of Hydewight has lost his phone connection. Should I reconnect it?"]

Beyond the receiver, only the friendly telephone operator's voice rang vainly.

"No, it's all right."

["Thank you."] Please use it again."]

Clayo, leaning back against the wall, collapsed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Open your mouth off!

"What do you mean? We have to verify it first!"

It was Frida, a researcher, who rushed into the drawing room.

"…when have you been here?”

"I was waiting to use the phone. They didn't install the phone in our lab because of security."

"Yes, then you can use it. I'll get going."

Freda Freda blocked Clayo who was trying to escape. It was like a wolf biting its prey.

"I'm talking about something important. Where are you taking the bottom out? The word "Tiflumeter permanent activation magic" was heard in the hallway. Explain it in detail. It doesn't have to be verified, and it doesn't matter if it's a hypothesis. Hurry up."

Clayo was confused, not knowing whether to blame his carelessness or the call quality of this era.

Freda did not seem to send Clayo, who was so small, with both hands on his waist and his feet firmly set on his feet.

"Franco pulled out, so I was just going to put in an anonymous note or something....’

The establishment of this formula was basically fraud.

It's not science, it's magic, it's cross-communication. words received from the outside world’

How can you prove that you've discovered it when you can't explain how it came from and how it came from?

'Use Editor access to get it back?'

However, I could not use the remaining authority only twice, knowing when this chapter would end.

And in this case... I don't think the author will agree... The formula has to be confirmed quickly so that the development won't go wrong.’

After a long sigh of sympathy, Clay gave up running away.

"Let's go to the lab and test if it works. I don't know if it's going to work."

"That's a good thing happened. Today is a special vacation, so there's no one in the lab, so I'll be able to experiment until I feel like it."

Tick-tock-tock-tock-tock-tock.

Click-

On the desk in the terrible lab, the desk clock announced midnight.

Clayo had been detained in Freda's private laboratory for six hours.

I don't know if Leticia caught a fox or not.’

After teaching her how to use the food, catalyst, and formula, Frida did everything by herself.

Freda, who sat and was untiringly trying to verify while Clayo was asleep, finally let go of the 30th T-flume plate.

It was as hot as any other 29 dogs.

a fever

The only magic that Freda, a former science academy native, memorized skillfully to an operational level, was imprinted on the T-Flume.

Thanks to the engraving, these thirty T-flume plates did not return to the shape of the mining period over time.

"I'm not a wizard, but like most scientists, I have ether stress itself. It's not even level one. And with that level of sensitivity, you can imprint a function on a T-Flume. This 'shik' works properly.”

Freda lifted the T-flume, which is still in the form of a metal plate.

On the back of the metal plate inscribed with the magic formula, there was an Ether Activation on which Clayo had just combined.

Among the paper that moved industrial ethanol containers, penchocks, and cardboard boxes with open lid, the light produced by T-Flume was clear.

"[We] have to observe how long the ether activity lasts, but… As it stands now, it's more successful than any other attempt. I see. It was supposed to be magic, not formula.”

Freda looked anxious to let his fellow researchers know the news right away. If he didn't stop him, he would run out and wake up all the researchers.

She spoke in a tone higher than usual with her cheeks flushed.

"How is this possible?"

'If he pushes....’

"God's revelation..."

"Goddess has given us a school of law, Dara. It sounds like a wizard, but I know that scientists are usually atheists."

Frida's excitement was overheating while her answer was hesitating.

"Whether you answer or not, the result is clear and clear. If this is a magic formula that activates ether permanently, then Clayo deserves the title 'Master' regardless of the ether level."

"No, you know, it was just a coincidence."

"A coincidence? I'd rather call it a miracle. Why do you go to school or something? You have nothing more to learn about magic.”

Clay, who had his forehead, was desperately thinking about ways to stop Freda.

That’s right.

This formula itself is a great thing to change the paradigm of the world.

It's a problem because the process of coming out is not clear.

'So I was going to bury him or send him anonymously...!’

"No, I'm going to write a petition right now. I'll ask you to graduate early and assign me to an academy or a mining office until I get it.”

"Mr. Freda, please tell me about it. I'm a student of Dr. Jebedi Pussis's research. I can't quit school."

I never intended to accept Jebedi's suggestion to be a research student, but what can I not find in words?

Frieda, who was pushing like a bulldozer, stopped talking with his eyes open like a flashlight.

The silence lasted only three seconds.

"What?!”

"I have a headache, so please calm down and speak a little quietly. It's late at night…."

"Do you think I'm gonna calm down now?" Then you... Is this the youngest article Master Fusis ever bragged about? No! You don't look like a dashing young man in a newspaper illustration!"

Although Clayo was stabbed a lot, the problem with newspaper illustrations is not his fault.

"All the illustrators in the newspaper must have their eyes twisted. Or I wanted to protect my privacy.”

"Is it time to play with words?”

Freda hit the desk and everything on top shook.

peal of laughter

As the shaking died down, I could hear footsteps clearly.

"I'm always amazed at Dr. Sennett's enthusiasm for his research into the night.”

"Lower!"

Entering Frida's lab, it was Melchior.

Frieda was not surprised at all, as if he was familiar with the prince's surprise visit. Rather, he ran forward to Melchior, reflecting on himself.

"I have something to report to you, sir. It's amazing news."

There was no time to stop.

Freda reported all the experiments so far. Maybe it's because he's smart, but he also summarized it well so that it's catchy.

Even Melchior, who rarely reveals his agitation, was a report that would change his face.

"Organize the lab report and share the formula with the researchers. Of course, we need to know the duration of the ether activity, so continue with the experiments and observations. He reports to me every day."

"Okay."

"And…."

Clayo, who stood there and listened to the prince's conversation with Freda, flinched his left hand at the "promise" move.

The promise, which had been overused for a day, gave a faint glow.

A golden string shone before Clayo, who was tired.

[Unique Skill: '□□□'s Attraction']

[-Give the user a powerful attraction. Get love and admiration.

- Strongly persuasive to your voice.

User: Melchior Lyognan]

Freda had already forgotten about Clay and was staring at Melchior with eager eyes.

With sincerity in his eyes that would burn if there was a temperature in his eyes.

"Be quiet about the discoverer of the Ether Activation Wizard until I have my share. I'll deal with the patent matters separately. Then I'll trust you, Dr. Sennett."

"I'll do as you say."

To hide his expression of astonishment, Clay had to cover his mouth.

It's brainwashing....’

Now, even if Freda is tortured, she will never open her mouth about the magician's discoverer.

It was good to be over a crisis.

However, as Melchior's attention to the skill was directed at him, Clayo wanted to find a mouse hole.

"Lord Clayo. I think I'll have a lot to say apart from you. Can you spare me some time?"

It was a bee that escaped the wolf.

Melchior's words were recommended only in form, not in rejection.