Archmage Daily Research Report

The expressions of my assistants now... made me mistakenly think that a victim suddenly appeared on the scene.

I turned around and saw a fat old man getting off the flying locomotive. He was wearing the full body-fitting gown of the Institute-this made me suspect that the attire of the officials of the Institute might be of better quality than mine, because I think he carried When the legs get off the motorcycle, the poor cloth must be flexible enough to resist the dragon's claws, so as not to be burst by the excessively deformed fat.

Well, this kind of flashy, uncomfortable tailoring is the uniform of the Academy of Magic. Usually, I am forced to wear it only when I attend important occasions. It is a piece of clothing without any defensive or augmentation effect. The tight slim fit is uncomfortable, and I can't move my arms too much. Although I don't need to dance around to cast spells, it is more suitable for mages to wear robes every day!

The uniforms are uniformly black, with red epaulets, the badge of the Auslant Federal National Academy of Magic on the chest and neckline, and the star point embroidery that marks the class—that’s not the level of the mage, I mean executive class.

In other words, who is the most powerful.

It's a pity that he is five stars and I am two stars, and he is three levels higher than me. Although I can't remember the specific position, I know that the position is indeed quite high; and I am a mage, just a mage.

It is not commendable to have your own laboratory and independent projects. There are more than 100 two-star mages like me in the research institute, and thousands of assistants... well, assistants have no stars, and one-star is a trainee mage, but there are not many of them. If you can't be promoted to two stars within a month, you will either fill in as an assistant or leave.So in fact, two stars are the lowest level of academicians of the academy.

The fat old man had come over aggressively.

Jasmine leaned against my ear and whispered, "His name is Doug, don't make a mistake again."

"Doug, my lord." I nodded and said.

The fat old man seemed to be even more angry when he saw my attitude. His short, fat fingers almost reached my nose, and he roared angrily: "Don't think that you are...a... I can't do anything about you! You poked me this time! No one can cover you anymore!"

Well, that rattle in the middle doesn't make you sound cute either.

He waved his arms again and again, obviously it was just meaningless cramps in his hands and feet. I watched for a long time and confirmed that none of these complicated postures could hold back a spell out of surprise, so I changed the center of gravity of my legs so that I would not stand up. My feet are numb.

"I will find out the problem in the experiment as soon as possible—"

The five-star fat old man interrupted me, I quietly pinched a small spell, flicked away the spit star he spewed out, and continued to listen to him: "...that's it! Xiprins! The courtyard will no longer be endlessly giving Your money, let you waste it in some messy places! You don’t create any income in the annual accounts, but all the troubles are related to you, endless losses and waste of resources..."

I frowned and interjected: "Knowledge, this is knowledge. Should all knowledge be translated into money? Is the meaning of the existence of the research institute to print money? Well, you know that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and you know that the silver moon and the shadow The moon cycle of the month, and the common sense of knowing how many hours there are in a day, is it because these knowledge cannot be exchanged into federal currency equivalently, you have to forget them?"

Maybe he didn't realize that I was going to retort, so his anger level obviously increased and began to threaten his sanity.

Sanity, it turns out, is a good thing.

"...Explosion! Oh my god! You exploded the laboratory! After being exposed by the media, you know what they will say about us? The century-old reputation of the National Academy of Magic! Ha! It's time for a clean day, and when the proposal to impeach Speaker Renault is passed by the Federal Congress, you and your benefactor will get out together!"

For a second, I doubted that Jasmine could strangle my waist.

I tried it, Jasmine's current level of force, I really can't move both hands!

Immediately afterwards, everyone fell silent. The five-star fat old man twitched the flesh on his face twice, and tightly closed his splashing mouth. I think he may have realized that he was too impatient to say something, I was just a Mage, but who knows if there are any political opponents around and whether his cheerful talk show will be recorded as evidence to slander the chief. There is really a way to impeach the Federal Congress, which is fighting against the Magic Parliament.

...but the point is, I just broke up with him, uh, one-sided.

One thing I don't really like, but I usually don't bother to correct people - Reno and I were just a normal couple, ever.Until I decided to break up—but from the point of view of ordinary people, one is the chairman of the magic council, and the other is a young mage at the bottom of the research institute. They will never have equal status, so no one believes me when I explain it. They will use a Looking around with "Needless to say, I understand" eyes, Jasmine said that in the eyes of outsiders, our relationship is more like "The Domineering President and the Little Wife" in a popular online article, but I know that is just another term to describe "nurture". .

Although it was disgusting at first, I didn't care about it over time. They don't know the language described in fairy tales, and they open their mouths to talk without changing the facts.

Many people in the academy, such as this five-star old man, think that I entered the institute because of my relationship with Lei Nuo, but in fact, I was already an academician of the institute before I met Lei Nuo, and Lei Nuo claimed to fall in love with me at first sight, and I Admit that he really spent a lot of effort to pursue me.

And earlier than this, the old dean of the research institute personally assessed me, announced my name and academic achievements at the general meeting of the institute, and sent me the dress that I didn't often wear, and then the one that belonged to me was returned to me. Including a laboratory, a single apartment for free, canteen breakfast card, research library library card and public transportation annual card, oh, and Jasmine and the others.

All of this has nothing to do with Lord Renault, the chairman of the magic council. It's just that people are always willing to believe the "fact" they like.

I didn't even notice when the five-star old man left angrily again. I have to admit that a mage is such a creature. Sometimes we just can't control our thinking. If we don't have enough thinking ability, we can't study knowledge!

I hummed, and the tense assistants let out a sigh of relief, which made me think that someone had pulled out a bunch of air plugs.

Have I been in a daze for so long?

Only Jasmine was still holding my waist and arms dutifully, and an overly squeezed muffled greeting came from behind me: "Teacher, don't listen to his nonsense, Mr. Speaker will not be so easily attracted by this kind of person." Stumble!"

This time I was really silent for a while before I nodded: "Well, I'm not worried."

Her voice seemed to relax a bit, I could move my arm slightly, and I felt numb in my forearm.

I figured, before the rumors started flying, rather than being made the subject of a third-rate gossip story by the helpers and causing them to lose their minds at work, I might as well just say, "And that's not about me anymore, we've broken up. "

After finishing speaking, I remembered something, and I said to them with apology: "Sorry, I asked you to throw away all your mobile phones. I am afraid they have been burned in the fire. This is unexpected to me. I am very sorry." That's right..."

Then I stopped, and I realized that the air was freezing again, which made me think I had miscast a forbidden spell.

My assistants have very exciting expressions now. Since I don’t know the forbidden spells such as time stillness, then I think they all have the talent to be emoticons. Before, Jasmine must teach me to use social accounts and post Give me a bunch of pictures called "expression packs", but I think those pictures are not as classic as their current faces.

In the dead silence, Jasmine carefully changed her hug from behind to front, so that she could look at my face and talk, so Jasmine was still screaming in my ears: "Teacher, what did you say? You broke up? The breakup I understand? God of Light, what do you still care about your phone at this time?"

"You are a mage's assistant. It's best not to call out the God of Light if you have nothing to do. It will make me think you are a priest." I said.

……

It's just that Jasmine is not fighting alone, and I see the same meaning in the eyes of the assistants.

Although they don't seem to be in the mood to think about mobile phones, I still feel very guilty. Many children's mobile phones are the latest models. According to Jasmine, they are worth a month's salary.

Uh... Does this news have such a big impact?No one in this group of guys who would cry for their father and mother for half a minute away from their mobile phones wants to mourn their precious mobile phones?

Speechlessly looking at the petrified children in front of me, I couldn't help calling Kuwait's name because he widened his eyes to keep from tears.

"Kuwait." The number of times I sighed today has really increased exponentially, "Duoji didn't know that I broke up with Renault and he has this attitude. He has disliked me for a long time, and we just broke up, not that Renault dumped me, so You don't need to cry for me."

Then... the tears that Kuwait had endured for a long time fell out.

"...His name is Doug, teacher." Jasmine said desperately with empty eyes.

Kuwait wiped his tears while holding his head: "Your Excellency, you used mind reading again! We agreed to read the assistant's thoughts casually!"

"...Since ancient times, human mages have never had any kind of spell that can read your mind without harming your soul. If I read your mind, you are already an idiot. It is a forbidden spell in black magic. About this I’ve said it countless times.” I’m a little impatient, this kid is good at everything, but his face can’t hide anything, anyone who talks to him knows “mind reading skills” without a teacher, and he has some common sense about magic His understanding is as shallow as that of a kindergartener.

After calming down, I really want to talk about the mobile phone, but everyone said that there is an excuse to change to a newer model. They are very perfunctory about this, and the focus is on my relationship, which makes me speechless.

I looked around, the fire has been extinguished, and my laboratory finally looks more like a mage's laboratory now. After the magic power got out of control, some concrete crystals remained, floating on the roof with a hole. I was a little worried that floating into other people's labs would affect them, so I threw an air shield and pressed it against the hole. Jasmine suddenly raised her head in horror, her arm holding me froze, and howled:

"Ahhh! Teacher, why are you still able to cast spells!!!"

So you really think that this will stop me from casting spells, and it's not a panic move?I frowned, the air shield shook Jasmine away, the little devil fell backwards with a scream, I had no choice but to throw another one, catch her and stand still.

"Even if your teacher in the basic class misunderstood your students, haven't I taught you? Strictly speaking, there are three types of spellcasting for mages, gestures, spells, and silence. Some special spells need to be matched with spell-casting materials. It has its own unique casting style, so each spell will have completely different effects when used by different mages."

My assistants are like gold paper.

"So Jasmine, just restricting the mage's hands won't stop him from casting spells, even though you have great strength." I criticized.

Jasmine opened her mouth wide. Her smoky makeup might have been melted by the devil fire, and two black streaks flowed from the corners of her eyes to her mouth. She looked very much like a weeping death banshee.

She still said with a desperate face: "Teacher, are you serious? To be honest, did you come from the legendary era?"

"Jasmine." I also replied in despair, "To be honest, did you not do the homework I gave you yesterday, and stayed up late to read time-travel novels again?"

Jasmine closed her mouth, turned her head and took Kuwait's hand: "I agree with you now, I want to protest that teachers always use mind reading techniques on students!"

...Jasmine! ! !