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Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy Chapter 545
🕑 Added 2024-06-07 11:16:10 +0000 UTCChapter 545
'Is he sharing them?'
For a moment, Nillia hesitated, wondering if she was being strange.
Come to think of it, Wardanaz was really selling things at very low prices.
In fact, to the extent that most of his friends understood Wardanaz's business in a slightly different way.
-Is Wardanaz doing that to earn silver coins?-
-Right. He's just making an excuse like that because there are kids who can't accept it due to their pride if he just tells them to take it.-
-Wardanaz is really... He doesn't need to make it so bothersome for us and can just give it to us. Right, Wardanaz?-
-No? Pay up. Don't talk nonsense.-
-Haha. I know. I know.-
Nillia wanted to share the things she made with her comrades without any compensation, like when she was in the mountains, but perhaps Wardanaz's method was right.
Her friends might secretly dislike just receiving them.
"...Indeed. My friends might dislike just receiving them. Right?"
"What are you talking about?"
Yi-Han looked at Nillia as if she was saying something strange.
He was planning to make them well, sell them well, and earn a substantial sum, so he was utterly puzzled when Nillia said something strange.
"No... Uh... Well, sharing with friends. I was thinking of just sharing..."
"Nillia. As I said last time, you have to receive money for what you're good at and convert its value."
'Oops.'
As soon as Yi-Han started talking, Nillia thought, oops.
Judging by his attitude, it seemed like he would talk for more than ten minutes.
Last time too, when she said, "I shared what I hunted yesterday with my friends because they were hungry," she was caught by Wardanaz and Yonaire and had to listen to a thirty-minute lecture on the topic of "Nillia, how are you going to survive the harsh Einroguard like that? We're worried sick."
"Hey. That's not it. Money! Money! I was just kidding!"
"Really? Do you sincerely think so?"
"Of, of course!"
Nillia's eyes wavered left and right. Yi-Han looked at her suspiciously and then nodded.
"Hmm. I see."
"Oh. Miss Nillia. Thank you so much for the leather gloves you gave me last time. Thanks to them, I can handle the cold even when working like this today."
Rowena, who had finished her work, wiped her sweat and expressed her gratitude to Nillia.
"..."
"..."
Yi-Han stared at Nillia.
Nillia quickly picked up the chest and ran to the lecture room.
***
Sizzle-
"Gasp."
Anglago panicked and looked around when he smelled burning leather.
Professor Verduus, who was sitting in the corner of the lecture room repairing an artifact, spoke without even looking.
"Pour neutralizing solution next to it... Wait. Too late. Change to a different leather."
"...So-sorry. Wardanaz."
Anglago apologized, feeling self-conscious about burning the precious leather.
Yi-Han spoke softly and generously.
"It's okay. You're going to pay for it anyway."
"...Huh? It, it wasn't free?"
"It's free as compensation for the work if you complete it properly. If you fail, I can't sell it."
"That's right. Alpha. You should know how precious the materials are."
Salko, who was behind, waved his hammer as if admonishing him.
"This is why knight family guys are... Always swinging swords, so you don't know how hard it is to make things and waste materials."
"Ah. Tutanta is right. You're wasting materials because they're not what you brought, right? Anyway, White Tiger Tower guys are like that."
'Ah, these bastards.'
The Black Tortoise Tower and the Blue Dragon Tower weren't particularly on good terms, but they got along very well when cursing another tower.
Snap!
Salko let out a low groan.
While engraving the pattern of the magic circle, the gold thread embedded inside snapped due to excessive mana.
"Haha! Tutanta, you bastard!"
"Wasting materials! Wasting the materials that Wardanaz collected with blood and sweat!"
The White Tiger Tower students stood up from behind and shouted as if they had been waiting.
"The gold thread is not the material I collected..."
"Apologize to Wardanaz! Apologize to Wardanaz!"
"Shut up. Even if I apologize, it's not because you told me to!"
"So it's not the material you collected..."
Yi-Han, who was trying to stop them, got annoyed and just hit his friends with his staff.
Thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack!
"Ahh! Aaahh!"
"Stop it. Stop. You guys are delaying the work because of this."
The students focused on their work again.
Of course, the glances of monitoring each other still didn't disappear. Their eyes only sparkled with the look of 'Just try and get caught'.
"Ah."
Nillia paused when the leather tore. It tore while she was trying to neatly finish the edge of the leather.
The White Tiger Tower students, who discovered Nillia with a tearful face, had their eyes sparkling. The Black Tortoise Tower students prepared to fiercely fight for their fellow tower friend.
"..."
"..."
However, the White Tiger Tower students quietly turned their gazes away as if they hadn't seen it after looking at Nillia's face.
They had received too much from Nillia to attack here.
"Are you kidding me?!"
"Hey. Be quiet."
"So-sorry. Wardanaz."
***
'Hmm. I was wondering why the seniors were keeping things like armor, but there was a reason for everything.'
Yi-Han nodded his head, recalling the things that seniors Anpagon and Balpatan had gifted him as compensation for work last time.
Not only various cloth but also a few sets of completed armor, so he thought there might have been a war, but come to think of it, it was good to have armor in many ways at Einroguard even on a regular basis.
As they made various new clothes, including coats like this, the importance of defense was newly felt.
"Make it a bit thicker. So it can block arrows when they come flying."
"We have to block even arrows?"
"It's good if we can block them. Can you see and dodge arrows? Even magically reinforced arrows with multiple layers? Why are you so arrogant? What if a trap with magically reinforced arrows with multiple layers is set up in front of your dormitory, will you just die?"
"..."
Anglago, who had asked a question and only received scolding, quietly grabbed the tools again.
It seemed like this much would be enough, but Wardanaz's goal was too high.
'How is he doing it...'
Anglago glanced at Wardanaz's work.
And then he was appalled.
Inside the coat, magic circles that were too complex to grasp with just one look were layered on top of each other.
Of course, Wardanaz was frowning and pondering as if he had hit a roadblock.
"The hardening is not being realized."
"Uh, isn't that too greedy?"
"Is it?"
Yi-Han raised his head, thought for a moment, and then shrugged his shoulders.
"No. If we're using materials, we should do at least this much."
"You put in too much magic? Reduce it. It's a wonder it didn't explode."
Professor Verduus, who was passing by, saw Yi-Han's coat and spoke bluntly.
Yi-Han reduced the magic, looking gloomy.
'Crazy bastard...'
Anglago thought he should just make a warm coat and turned his gaze.
"Oh. The final exams are in 2 weeks, right?"
The students who were frantically making clothes simultaneously raised their heads.
They couldn't help but be interested when the topic of exams came out of Professor Verduus's mouth.
"We'll do simple artifact making right here."
"Do we need to prepare materials or reagents in advance?"
"What kind of artifact do we have to make?"
"Wait."
When Professor Verduus received questions from the students, he rummaged through his pockets and took out a piece of paper.
"Let's see... Beavle, if you ignore my words one more time and act on your own, I'll stuff you upside down in the punishment room... Ah. No. It's the back."
"..."
Professor Verduus flipped the paper and read it. It was clearly an exam that the skull principal had instructed.
"'The materials and reagents should be the ones used and discarded by the students this year'."
"Pardon?"
"No, how can we do that??"
There was a saying that a craftsman doesn't blame his tools, but in fact, it was a false saying.
The more excellent the craftsman, the more obsessed he was with a single tool.
Just look at Professor Verduus.
He was a person who didn't care about any insult to himself, but the moment someone touched his equipment, he would mobilize all the artifacts he had and bombard them, wouldn't he?
Moreover, discarded materials.
"This... It's not leather anymore, it's a lump of charcoal."
Anglago checked the leather he had burned and thrown into the chest next to him.
Make an artifact with this?
The other students were no different.
When they checked how diversely they had shattered materials throughout the year, their faces turned pale.
Yi-Han was not shaken.
He immediately picked up a carving knife and tried to make a scratch on the intact leather.
'If I increase the usable discards now, it'll be fine.'
"'Wardanaz. Don't increase the usable discards after hearing this. I'll check and take them'."
"..."
Yi-Han looked at the professor with a face that had been hit by the skull principal's message.
Predicted!
'Damn. I'm still far away.'
Professor Verduus, who had read all of <How to do the final exam! An easy final exam that even Professor Verduus can do!> written by the skull principal, spoke to the students.
"It's good that you don't need to prepare materials, right?"
"..."
"Cr... Craaaaah!"
An angry White Tiger Tower student finally exploded and rushed at Professor Verduus.
Professor Verduus threw the student out the window, looking puzzled.
"What's wrong with him?"
"There are occasionally people who go mad among the students."
Professor Verduus nodded his head as if he understood Yi-Han's words.
"I see it every year."
"Oh dear."
Yi-Han clicked his tongue while listening to the fresh stories of his seniors.
If you're going to attack, do it more meticulously!
***
"Everyone, come get your clothes."
"Wardanaz. This is too small for me."
"There are bigger sizes in the back. Ymirg. I made your robe separately, so take that one. Gainando. You bastard. Don't choose by color, check if the size fits."
"Ah, no? This fits me perfectly?"
Gainando held up pants that seemed three sizes too big for him and shook them.
The wrinkles that looked like a skeleton were just his style.
"If you don't hold up your pants like last time, I'll take your cards."
The Immortal Phoenix Tower priests who were helping next to him asked in puzzlement.
"Isn't there a belt?"
"That guy lost his belt while playing cards too."
"..."
"...It might be better to take them..."
Gainando took the intact pants and ran away.
Yi-Han was currently distributing winter clothing for cold protection with the help of the Immortal Phoenix Tower students.
It seemed easy compared to the production, but this was also quite tricky.
He had to check the performance of the finished products and do a simple test to see if they fit his friends.
"Thank you all for your help."
"Of course we should help when you're doing such a good deed."
"Huh? I'm selling them for money?"
"...Uh..."
The priest looked at Nillia.
Didn't she say he was sharing them?
Priestess Siana spoke as if not to worry.
"If he sells them much cheaper than the market price, it's sharing."
"Is, is that so?"
"Of course it is."
'As expected of the Flameng Order.'
Yi-Han slightly raised his favorable impression of the Flameng Order.
The students, who were heavily armed from head to toe with newly equipped clothes, had an expression that they could finally live.
Anglago, who was going around asking for opinions on the clothes he made with a proud expression, saw the pile of luggage Yi-Han had stacked behind the stall and asked in puzzlement.
"Wardanaz. What's that?"
"Ah. Tents and sleeping bags made from leftover materials."
"...Why?"
"We might need them, you know."
"??"
In Anglago's mind, there was no need for such camping equipment.
Of course, if you crawled into the mountains, there would be occasions when you needed them, but who would crawl into the mountains to camp in this winter?
***
"For the final exam, you will spend a day in the mountain range."
"..."
"..."
The students looked at Professor Ingurdel with a betrayed expression.
The elf professor was startled by the reaction and asked back.
"Don't you all do this kind of camping training in knight families?"
"That's..."
"...That's true..."
Comments
E
Even if they don’t want to come back the principal will probably drag them back anyways
Dots
So like some kids aren't gonna come back to this nightmare right? What's the minimum amount of time one can spend here?
Kezzy
It’s seems like it’s gonna be a harsh winter before they return home for the holidays.
