Chapter 268: 268 267. Director of Magic Instruments and the Shadow of Father

"Miss Rossetti is a hard-working lady who has no more than ten magical powers to finish this far."

After Dahlia and the others leave the room, one of the magicians lifts one round glass.

The others are deep blue, but that's all Dahlia gave them, a little lighter in color.

Probably because of the lack of magic and the inability to get in at once. Still, the surface is glossy and wrinkle-free.

Pretty good for a first grant.

"It would be easier if you raised your magic power to more than twelve."

"I'm the baron's daughter, so it could be a number that goes up to the limit. I thought it would be rude to recommend a bad magic boost."

"Oh, I was losing it. You were familiar with that face, so..."

There was no appearance or proud expression of standing beside the Marquis' Jild or the Count's Wolf.

I came with a buddy I was always with, even looked that way.

A slightly sympathetic whisper about the amount of magic, each staring at round glass.

Everyone in the Imperial Guidance Department of the Imperial Castle has a high Magic Power.

The Magic Instructor qualifies for more than ten exams, but it is normal to raise two or three from there. There are quite a few who wield the fifteen magic measuring instruments.

"Miss Rossetti may be better suited to employ a highly magical or magical conductor's assistant, entrust her with real work, and verbally divide the development"

"Or looking for a partner like that - what do you say, someone raise their hand?

"You won't be able to have that 'golden prince' next door"

Next to the magic conductor who was sweating from his forehead and giving diligently, the beautiful young man with dark hair gripped his fist tightly, tied his lips tightly and watched.

The number of women who make you wait is so many fingers that you can't make it, even the former Duchess swordfish.

I heard rumors like that, but it didn't look that way after all.

Apart from whether the rumor was a lie or whether such a young man had changed, the gold was an eye to look at the very important.

"It's really a waste of magic."

"If it's such a beautiful magic power, it doesn't matter if it's a value…"

Uros realized that he could not help but mix his mourning with his own voice.

"But I also think the general manager would be a waste, so you would give Miss Rossetti working gloves, wouldn't you?

"Depending on the material granted, we would appreciate your full assistance."

My men and even Darya were mistaken.

Work gloves have become famous as gifts to disciples, but they are not.

What the Master gives is a desire to become one person at a time and to stand next to himself.

It's supposed to be a gift to a new 'buddy' who works hand-in-hand.

It seemed a terrible shame now that the meaning was changing in the course of the times.

"But isn't it so light in color that it's tough on good products"

"You were sweating so hard to grant - it's cruel that you don't have enough magic"

"You won't have a choice. Even with enthusiasm, some qualities are born."

What makes me so sweaty to the eye with grant magic is that I'm concentrating and moving my magic to the full, or close to the limit.

The young magicians of the royal castle are not good at showing it to people.

I'd rather not take the time with a sober look and make a magic guide at my leisure - there are more or less such silly assumptions.

Feeling the assumption as painful as it was, Uros sighed unhidden this time.

"That's why you're half servings."

When the lantern is carried on the desk, the round glass is set one after the other.

Then he forced his squire to close the curtains, making all the lanterns maximum brightness.

The swinging blue and white light draws a wave pattern loosely around.

In a room that reminded him of the bottom of the ocean, Uros asked his young men.

"Everybody, open your eyes and check carefully. How many of them aren't leaking light at all?

"Huh...?

I don't know just at first glance.

But if you change the angle and look closely, all of this had holes below the hair, and the light passing through drew thin lines.

Even the things that I thought were okay, when I change the angle, one finds a loophole.

Of the twelve lined up, it's harder to find anything that doesn't fall out at all.

"… two,"

Darkest blue carmine stuff and another round glass with a faint color but not just a dot of loose.

Silver light flashes with all sorts and regularity in a soft blue light.

Right now, the lights that even seem beautiful...

"This is Miss Rossetti - no, Lord Rossetti's..."

"But can't Chairman Rossetti grant it all at once? With that yarn-like magic, how?

"Looking at the granting situation on the round glass, it means we made sure there were no loopholes and controlled the magic to build them. Less magic? Light colors? Whether sweating is a trial or an error, it is 10,000 times more important for a Magic Instructor to create a 'usable Magic Instrument'."

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Uros managed to stop his voice from getting higher and went on with the words.

"Which one would you choose: a light blue lamp with not a single slip over the prescribed value exactly, or a lamp with thin light muscles that might sting your eyes if you hit a turnaround, even if you can afford to exceed the prescribed value - if you put it on the pillow of your loved one?

"It's..."

"But if you block the dots with dye, the problem is"

"It's easy to fix this point. But is that the job of the Royal Castle Magician?

When I asked my men straight, one, two - and then they all bowed their heads.

"Sorry......"

"I will reflect..."

Just a little relief to each of the men mentioned.

If this didn't make sense to you, I'd have to do my best to re-educate or think about staffing.

"I wish I understood. Now, we each have ten pieces of round glass in hand, so that we can make a full bottle of medicine and go back."

"Yes?"

"We are going to be giving a supplementary lecture on the granting of curves. I'm really reflecting on how bad I taught... hey, it's a review of what I've learned before. We just did it until we could all do it completely, and it won't take long."

"W, Director Uros......"

"Or is it completely..."

In their own words, those around them turn blue.

Isn't this where you'll be happy to crush one of your immature skills?

They still lack education.

"Why are you looking like they told you about the funeral? There used to be a high school student laughing at this curved grant."

"With a laugh...... are you still Deputy Director Carmine called 'God of Grant'?

"No, Baron Carlo Rossetti."

Few were surprised by the name. Instead, a few nod as convinced.

"Are you the father of Chairman Rossetti..."

"I see. That grant is a gift of your father's education (occasionally)..."

Most of them here are descendants of middle- to high-ranking nobles.

Magic is abundant, and many have been tutored from an early age.

I can't be in college, at home, not taught magic vision and control rigorously.

The name of the earlier man was heard repeatedly with a waterproof cloth and a five-finger sock.

An excellent, developmental magic conductor with excellent ideas. A chamber of commerce has also been set up to enter the royal castle in just a few moments.

My father is also a baron, so he was as magical a magician as we were, and a dealer in the dealership - he had that image.

It was the same generation, or just a little above, a woman who seemed to grow up.

Seeing in the wings of the moonlight butterfly, they let their green eyes shine on their granting and dared to challenge the granting, which would be less magical and difficult.

No sweating at all, just staring at the magic guide, just seriously...

Much less magical than ourselves, the magicians granted us a single piece of hair.

How the hell did a magician named Carlo Rossetti teach his daughter all that magic vision and control?

How many years on earth have you made me practice so hard - and when I think about it, I even learn to sympathize with a red-haired magic conductor?

By comparison, even if we stay up all night with the general manager's remedial lecture today, we must still be sweet.

Together, he began to prepare the drug without spilling any stupidity.

"Director Uros, speaking of Master Carlo Rossetti, it's 'Baron of Water Heaters', isn't it? What were you like in college?

Last year, a young man who had just graduated from high school asked Uros.

"He was a favorite, casual and free man of magic equipment"

"Since then, my arms as a magic conductor have been considerable?

"Oh. There wasn't much magic, but he was a magician with very delicate magic control. It is truly a waste of time to die..."

Carlo, while a junior of his own, passed away there first.

When I found out about the obituary, the word came to me first that I would be spared more than sad, and I was nauseated by my thinness.

But his skill as a magic conductor was firmly handed down to his daughter, no, his disciple Dahlia.

I can't wait to be happy with that.

There are still some parts that need to be polished.

"It's a shame. If Lord Rossetti had become a royal castle magician, he might have been able to join us."

"It could be... difficult."

"Sure, because the exam will also emphasize the amount of magic"

The young magic conductor is called there by name and rushes to prepare.

Uros gently glanced at the hypnotic lantern shining in thin blue, crushing her lips without moving them.

"Carlo is the man who refused the invitation of the Imperial Magician four times."

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