My Magic Age

Passing through the arched stone door of the Magic Academy, Lady Alia leisurely walked while admiring the exquisite reliefs on the pillars of the corridors on both sides.

The personal maid following behind her was the beautiful girl who ran out to lead the way for me when I first went to Babington Manor. Now she stood gracefully behind Lady Alia. Seeing me standing on the stone steps at the door of the laboratory of Scholar Yekis, she smiled and bowed her head, gently bowing to me.

Originally, I wanted to go to the residence to find Lady Alia in the afternoon, but I didn't expect to meet her here.

I pointed to a wooden bench in the courtyard garden from a distance, and sat down on the bench together. The red tassel-like stamens hanging down from the red hibiscus tree next to it were full of branches, and the light red pollen was like a burst of light mist, filling the courtyard, exuding a slightly sweet fragrance.

"Did the summer festival go well?" Lady Alia, wearing a thin long skirt, sat on the bench and stretched her body lazily, looking up and asked me.

I sat down on the other side of the bench and said to her, "Well, it's OK."

I asked her, "Are you here to see Qi Ge?"

"Yes! The production of the exhaust fan has been scheduled, and I haven't seen you recently. Since we want to promote them as daily magic products, the appearance of the product is particularly important! I brought a few samples of the wooden shell of the exhaust fan, and I need your opinions." Lady Alia said to me.

The personal maid handed a delicate wooden box to Lady Alia. The wooden box was painted with some varnish, and the delicate texture on the wood board was clearly visible. The carpenters carved some patterns of flowers, birds, trees and vines on the wooden box. The exquisite carpentry craftsmanship made the wooden box look very beautiful.

"Is this one Qi Ge decided?" I took the wooden box with one hand and stroked the wood grain on it with the other hand. The varnish was polished very smoothly on the surface of the wooden box. Each pattern was carved vividly. The exquisite wood carving craftsmanship made this wooden box look like a handicraft.

"Yes." Lady Alia replied.

I turned the wooden box over and saw that the structure was very solid. I said to her, "Not bad, let's take this one."

Lady Alia blinked at me and asked, "Don't you want to look at other ones?"

I concentrated and thought for a while before saying, "If there is any more, I hope it is a simple one, preferably a wooden box with oak boards, which will be more durable and can minimize the cost. Since it is to become a magical item for daily life, I hope this exhaust fan can enter thousands of households like a magic caravan."

"You mean this one?" Lady Alia took another wooden box with an extremely simple structure from the maid. This wooden box was made of flat wooden boards and painted with a layer of black paint on the outside. It felt very heavy.

"Yes, that's it." When I saw that wooden box, I knew that this wooden box was exactly what I wanted.

I took the wooden box and weighed it with both hands. It was really heavy.

I sighed softly and said to Lady Alia, "But before we solve the problem of mass production of magic rune arrays, the cost of exhaust fans still cannot be reduced. It would be great if we could find another solution for the processing technology of rune plates, just like the template printing of fine gold magic patterns."

Lady Alia's mouth curled up slightly, but she didn't say anything. She looked like she was about to say something but stopped.

The Babington family has been operating magic rune plates in San Carlos for hundreds of years. Lady Alia was the head of the Babington family in the imperial capital area, so she was naturally very familiar with the processing process of rune metal plates. Seeing her smiling but not answering, it was probably because she had different opinions from me and didn't want to refute me.

Whether it was the Yekis scholar or Lady Alia, they had a preconceived stubbornness about traditional inscriptions.

In their eyes, only magicians can draw magic rune arrays on magic metal or magic beast leather, and they believe that the magician's control of mana is the key to drawing magic rune arrays.

Sooner or later, they will find a way to solve it! I have been thinking this in my heart, and my mind tells me that the secrets are hidden in the drawings of Hextech.

I said to Madam Alia: "But now let's calm down and make this exquisite exhaust fan! Taking advantage of the gap in the mithril rune plate in the imperial capital, it is probably a good time for us to occupy the entire imperial capital market. After all, there are no competitors, right?"

"Well, this exhaust fan seems to be really good to sell!" Madam Alia said to me, "A few days ago, after the first batch of 'miniature tornado' fine gold magic pattern copper rune plates were given 'magic patterns' by magicians, the workshop assembled the first batch of exhaust fans overnight. According to my promotion plan, I was ready to promote it in the magic material trading hall of the Tower of Pride, the magic shops in various regions of the imperial capital, and the trading houses established by various provinces in the imperial capital, etc. "

She leaned on the armrest of the bench, holding her chin with one hand, with a hint of smugness on her fair face.

Madam Alia seemed a little excited and said to me, "I still remember clearly that when I walked into a magic shop in the magic material trading hall of the Tower of Pride with an exhaust fan, the owner's eyes almost widened. He gnashed his teeth and wanted to snatch the exhaust fan from my hand... I suddenly realized that this kind of exhaust fan does not need to be promoted in the first round in the imperial capital. Do you know what the owner of the magic shop wanted to talk to me about?"

Her lips looked so sexy, and her eyes were full of vision and hope for the future.

I frowned and said to her, "Are you trying to negotiate with you about the agency rights of the exhaust fan?"

"Now I understand where your confidence in this exhaust fan comes from. Why would you so casually acquire a rune plate workshop that is on the verge of bankruptcy? Why do you and Qi Ge have such strong confidence in the magic market in the imperial capital? I'm afraid the Magic Research Institute has already highly praised this exhaust fan, right?" Madam Alia asked me shrewdly.

Madam Alia has a very keen business sense. She is good at business. I think this keen intuition about business should be considered a kind of talent.

We talked about the weaving workshop of magic spider silk cloth. After the workshop's production capacity was fully released, the three thousand magic spider silk ingots could not last long. It was said that Lady Alia's magic spider silk cloth had spread to all the high-end tailor shops in the imperial capital. As for how much of this high-end fabric can be used to make magic robes, it depends on how much interest the duchesses and royal ladies in the upper class of the imperial capital have in this fabric.

This kind of fabric with excellent magic conductivity was originally the most suitable for cutting high-end magic robes, but now Lady Alia's sales route is to directly promote these precious fabrics to those nobles and celebrities. This kind of fabric that is warm in winter and cool in summer has an irresistible fatal attraction to those noble ladies.

It seems that the orders for magic spider silk cloth are also piled up on Lady Alia's desk.

Perhaps because of the market monopoly, only Lady Alia holds the high-grade magic pattern spider silk cloth, so the price of this cloth in the imperial capital market seems to be beyond imagination. However, who can set their sights on the high-grade magic pattern spider silk cloth is not a royal noble or a duchess.

For these ladies, the gold coins in the account books must be calculated according to the warehouse, and the magic crystals must be counted according to the treasure chests.

Then, we talked about the order for light rails from North Duisburg, so Mrs. Alia asked me: "Those light rails have filled the warehouse at the airport, and there will be more rails shipped to the airport. Do you want to rent another warehouse to load the remaining light rails?"

I gently rubbed my temples, thought for a while, and said: "Oh, no need for this, find time... I think it's better... I will go to the airport to deal with it myself tomorrow, and you will be responsible for contacting North Duisburg and ask them to stop for a day tomorrow, and continue to transport light rails to the warehouse at the airport the day after tomorrow. I guess they have been waiting anxiously."

At this time, the dwarf consultant Bernd's angry look emerged in my mind. His temper and patience are not as good as his alcohol tolerance. This is a common problem of dwarves.

I thought of the orders for nails scattered in more than 20 blacksmith shops, so I asked Mrs. Alia: "By the way, how is the processing progress of 200,000 nails? Maybe this is just a small beginning. If you want to completely fix 60,000 light rails on the sleepers, these nails are not enough."

"It shouldn't be a big problem." Mrs. Alia turned her head and said to the personal maid behind her: "Bring me the account book of nails."

The personal maid seemed smart and quickly took out an account book from her bag. She squatted beside Mrs. Alia, pointed at the rows of data on the account book, and whispered in Alia's ear. It seems that Mrs. Alia handed this matter to her personal maid. The maid carefully recorded the production situation of each blacksmith workshop, and did it very meticulously.

Madam Alia is very busy every day. In the afternoon, she has to meet with the manager of the cloth business at the auction house. We sat on the bench in the courtyard. After sorting out all these things, Madam Alia hurriedly left the Magic Academy with her personal maid.

I didn't expect that as soon as I walked out of the gate of the academy, I was surrounded by several magic shop owners waiting in the trading hall at the door. These well-informed shop owners knew that Madam Alia had some exhaust fans in her hands and wanted to get a share of it.

Watching Madam Alia dealing with those businessmen with ease from a distance, I turned and walked into Qi Ge's laboratory.

Unexpectedly, the lizard maid Takama stopped me outside the laboratory and whispered to me that the dean and vice dean of the Magic Academy, Master Bruce, were discussing some important matters with Qi Ge, and ordered that no one should disturb them.

I came at a really bad time. I thought about the fact that I hadn't visited Deborah in the laboratory of the Hindki Scholar for a while, so I said hello to Takama and turned to the laboratory of the Hindki Scholar.

The Hindki Scholar has a very high status in the institute. The laboratory he enjoys is the most luxurious among many scholars. The whole laboratory is attached with several warehouse secret rooms, which are used to store the unfinished experiments of the Hindki Scholar. Many glass containers are filled with nutrient solution, and the various organisms soaked in them are also varied.

When he saw me push the door and walk in, the magic assistant in charge of the warehouse of the Hindki Scholar's laboratory felt like he had seen a relative, and he felt tears welling up in his eyes. He ran to my side quickly and said excitedly: "Ji Jia, I've been waiting for you!"

I looked at the magic assistant in a bit of astonishment and asked him: "What happened? Do I need to inject blood into the jar?"

He is an extremely careful junior magician, otherwise the great scholar Sindji would not have let him take care of the secret room in the warehouse.

He shook his head and said: "Jijia, in the past few days, the succubus has shown obvious signs of awakening, which has made me not have much rest these days. I am worried that she will not know when she will wake up and break the law." came out of the tank and destroyed the other test subjects of Scholar Sindji.”

"Are you really going to wake up?" I asked the magic assistant, who nodded heavily.

When I thought that I no longer had to feed this harpy with my own blood, I felt much lighter. I thought that since I said I would help Rengar take care of his daughter, I couldn't just watch her do it so easily. die.

I said to the magic assistant: "Then, please take me to see her!"

The magic assistant said happily: "As you wish, it is best if you can wake her up today and take her away. Otherwise, when she wakes up on her own, I will have no way to stop her from destroying this warehouse."

Pushing open the big iron door of the warehouse, the extremely familiar smell suddenly connected with me telepathically.

I could even feel the powerful pacing of her heart in her chest. The blood in her chest was squeezed out by the invisible force and flowed out along the arteries. After passing through various organs in the body, it returned to the veins and flowed back into the body. In the ventricle.

After I stepped into the secret room, I saw Deborah, who was soaked in green liquid not far away, struggling obviously. The wings wrapped around her body showed signs of loosening, and there was a hint of confusion on her beautiful face. The look of painful struggle.

Deborah's magical beast aura was released, causing the magic assistant to huddle at the door of the warehouse and peek inside.

Every time I took a step closer to the glass container, Deborah's heart beat faster. Deborah is a descendant of the Harpy Queen. She is different from other ordinary harpies with their ugly appearance and gray sparrow-like feathers. Deborah originally had snow-white feathers and a beautiful appearance, but on the operating table of Dr. Sindji, only Deborah's head and one wing with white feathers were left, and the other parts were replaced with succubi. Sexy body.

The coercion of the monster released from Deborah's body was probably inadvertently released by the violent pacing of her heart.

The expression on her face looked a little painful, and her whole body seemed to be tightly locked by invisible shackles. Two wings, one black and one white, completely wrapped her body. She seemed to sense my constant approach, and when I walked to the glass The moment she stood still in front of the container, Deborah suddenly opened her eyes...

Her eyes were full of disgust, murder, and coldness. She looked at me with confusion. Her body soaked in the container slightly stretched her black and white wings, stretched out her dark gray arms, and pressed her delicate palms against the inside of the glass container. , showing confusion, hesitation, and ignorance in his eyes...