Chapter 144
Chapter 144
It's not surprising at all.
Instead of expressing astonishment, Yi-Han remarked, "Is that so? You're planning to shoot fireworks at the students."
Shooting fireworks at students, does that make sense? -> (X)
So, you're planning to shoot fireworks at the students! -> (O)
The idea of shooting fireworks at students seemed preposterous, but Yi-Han, who had already prepared himself, was not perturbed by such a notion.
'I must warn my friends to avoid the events organized by the skull principal.'
Even if the skull principal offered tempting snacks at this festival, following him could mean getting hit by fireworks.
Yi-Han's nonchalant response seemed to bore the skull principal. As one lives longer, the remaining pleasures diminish. The only joys left for the skull principal were delving into magic, running the academy, and tormenting his students - a life of austere simplicity, much like a monk's.
But with Yi-Han reacting this way, the skull principal couldn't help feeling disappointed.
Isnt it too cold to shoot fireworks at students?
"No, it's possible you might," Yi-Han responded indifferently.
...
The skull principal realized once again that this new disciple was not to be underestimated. Of all the students he had taught and tormented, few were as unique as the one before him. Yi-Han's words were gentle like a willow, yet his resolve was firmer than any noble could imagine.
'Such a person should truly practice magic...'
The state of the empire deeply troubled the skull principal. What has become of the magic academy? In the past, a master and disciple would sit face-to-face, passing down all knowledge. Listening to the chatter of other mages only led to misguided aspirations. It was truly regrettable to take the long way when shortcuts existed.
Yi-Han followed the skull principal.Rêạd new chapters at .com
'Is this another professor's workshop?'
A tower with a unique appearance, located a bit away from the main building, hinted at belonging to another professor, as each had their own workshop.
Yi-Han was puzzled to see a forge and bellows, equipment usually found in blacksmith shops. 'A place like this in a magic academy?'
He recalled visiting such places while accompanying Knight Arlong. For knights, having a relationship with a skilled blacksmith was as vital as life itself.
The blacksmith shops Knight Arlong frequented were among the best in the empire.
'This place is just as impressive.'
The level of specialization was astonishing.
"Surprised, aren't you?" the skull principal asked subtly, noticing Yi-Han's astonishment. Some of the academy's facilities were built with funds obtained through the skull principal's pleas to the emperor, to which he was understandably attached.
"Yes, I am surprised. This is..." Yi-Han began.
The Artifact Hall. Do you understand its purpose?
"It's for making artifacts."
Exactly. You're quick to catch on.
Creating magic artifacts was not a task for just anyone. Without a mage, who would imbue the magic?
A skilled artifact creator was not only an excellent mage but also a master blacksmith, an experienced sculptor, and a talented artisan.
"Do you plan to sell artifacts at the festival for profit?"
An interesting notion, but no.
The skull principal was amused by Yi-Han's suggestion. While artifact sales were a major source of income for mages, few who knew how to make artifacts were keen on mass-producing them for wealth.
Mages obsessed with money and those who see it as their goal often struggle to reach higher realms of mastery.
Artifact sales were merely a means to support one's research, not the end goal.
'Why not sell them? There seem to be more outside visitors than expected.'
'Why is this guy so interested in money when he's not even managing the academy?'
Both the principal and the student found each other's perspectives peculiar.
Meanwhile, a professor emerged from inside the tower.
Yi-Han was taken aback by the professor's appearance.
'Incredibly... cute!'
Holding a hammer in one hand and a staff in the other, the professor was a beaver mixed-blood. Even to Yi-Han, who had seen various mixed-blood, this one was exceptionally cute.
"Why are you here?"
"I came for magic fireworks."
"Understood. I'll make some. Go."
"I've brought a student to help."
"No need for help."
The beaver professor looked quizzically at the skull principal, who then spoke earnestly.
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