Infrastructure starts from the game

Magic is obsolete.

12-year-old Enlis often hears adults say this sentence.

However, as a generation born after the steam revolution, when Enlis could remember, the roaring railway had already covered most corners of the empire, the billowing smoke from the towering chimneys covered the spiers of the wizard tower, and the guns Cannon ammunition also replaced the old adventurers, so she didn't understand what the magical age was like.

Enlis was one of the few places where she could directly come into contact with magic, only the magic class at school.

This also means that Brick has a thick magic theory textbook every semester, which is obscure and difficult to understand. Most of the textbooks are required to be recited.

But this seems to be a normal phenomenon. It is said that in the age of magic, there are only a few people with magical talent, not one in a million.

So, what's the point of a magic class anyway?

Enlis thought while looking at the 53 points on the report card.

In a series of scores that are close to full marks, only this 53 is particularly conspicuous. Even so, this score is already the highest magic score in the grade, and the magic scores of other children are even worse, but Enlis is still embarrassed to take this score Just show it to your guardian, after all, the new guardian...

"Hey, little girl, are you from this store?"

A voice interrupted Enlis's contemplation.

Enliss turned her head and saw a carriage parked under the stairs, and the driver was waving at her: "(I'm) from the item shop, the goods you ordered have arrived."

"Goods?" Enlis asked in a daze.

"Is it finally here?" Another gloomy voice rang out.

Accompanied by this voice, a figure suddenly appeared beside Enlis.

It was a young man in his early twenties, tall and thin, with crow-blue hair like a bird's nest, messy bangs that almost covered panda-like eyes with thick dark circles, and pale enough to see The skin of the blood vessels, the whole person seems to have taken drugs too much, but because he is wearing a mage robe with a dark red lining, the shape suddenly becomes reasonable-most mages look like they are about to go into the coffin virtue.

He is Enlis' guardian and also Enlis's boss.

Of course, considering Enlis's age, she is a proper child laborer.

But few people care about this these days.

The newsboys running around the streets are only seven or eight years old, and there are even more factories violating the regulations. They think they are doing good deeds. After all, they are feeding some people, and they will not let these children fall into a worse place. .

Enlis was luckier.

She was adopted by an alchemy workshop called "Magic Gear" since she was a child. She is a distant relative of the previous owner of the workshop, and also a legal child laborer of the workshop. When the previous owner of the workshop still had money, she could even go to the country to open it Free study.

It's a pity that the good times don't last long. In this era, the alchemy workshop is squeezed by industrial products like all the old handicraft workshops. The turnover is getting worse year by year. The former owner of the workshop ran away after incurring a large debt, and Enlis was almost dragged to pay off the debt.

It was at this time that Angel Cecilia returned from the Mage Tower.

Angor is the only son of the previous owner of the Magic Gear Workshop, and he was originally the first heir of the workshop (hundreds of years ago), but he also has a good magical talent, so he was selected to become a mage Ta, handed over the family business to his cousin.

Now Angel is an intermediate mage, and finally returned home after 100 years, but found that the workshop at home was bankrupt, so he had to use his savings to solve the debt problem, took over the workshop, and adopted Enlis by the way , became her new guardian and let her continue to study in free schools.

Enlis was naturally very grateful to Angel.

It was also because of this that Enlis was particularly disturbed holding the report card.

Showing my magic score of 53 points to the guardian of the middle-level mage, I feel very sorry for the other party.

Fortunately, Angel couldn't care about Enlis for a while, and his attention was all on the goods sent by the item shop.

"The final payment is two silver and five hundred cents, thank you." The delivery guy from the item shop smiled.

"……OK."

Angor responded dryly, he searched all the pockets on his body before collecting the final payment.

There is no way, the mage is the most money-hungry profession, not to mention that Angel's savings have been used to pay off debts, and now he is so poor that he can't even give tips, so he is naturally embarrassed to ask the other party to help carry things. into the store.

Angel silently walked to the side of the cargo, trying to lift it up by himself.

"I'm here to help too." Enlis hurried forward and said.

Angel glanced at her, looked at his thin arms and hesitated for half a minute, and finally did not refuse.

So a thin mage and a thin girl used a lot of strength to move the heavy goods in.

Although Enlis was small, she was used to heavy work, so she recovered after taking two breaths.

On the contrary, Angel leaned on the cargo, his arms trembling, and his face was so pale that it was almost transparent.

"Mr. Angel, are you okay?!" Enlis asked worriedly.

At the same time, a black cat with two tails came out from the shadows, and asked the mage strangely: "Are you stupid? Why don't you use magic and move it yourself?"

Angleton had an expression of being struck by lightning, and his face became even more pale.

The black cat didn't care about Angel's mood. It nimbly jumped onto the table and continued to criticize: "Besides, what are you buying the table for? There are so many tables in the workshop."

"Ah, no..." Angel argued slowly, "This is not a table."

"What is that?" the black cat asked strangely.

Enlis also looked around at the "goods" she had just moved in.

This "cargo" is composed of four pillars and a square plane. Although it is a little taller and larger than ordinary tables, the edges of the plane are also inlaid with strange metal frames, and there are inexplicable buttons on the borders on both sides. , but no matter from which point of view, it is a table.

Angor replied, "This is an 'arcade machine'."

"An opportunity?"

"It's a machine for playing games."

"Machine?" The black cat stared at the different-colored pupils, one gold and one purple, and looked suspiciously at the table. "I don't have the element of 'seeing' the machine in this one, but the meow at the core of the rune?"

"The prototype is a machine, and I changed it to a rune core." Angor replied, and muttered in a voice that almost no one heard, "You can't let me solder circuit boards, I'm a game planner, not circuit engineer."

"What do you mean?" The black cat said he didn't understand.

Angel turned his gaze away, seemingly unwilling to answer.

Seeing one person and one cat stalemate, Enlisi asked with a wry smile: "So, how do we play the game?"

The conversation was finally back on track.

"First, there must be a fifty cent coin..." Angel said.

He fumbled around, but couldn't find a fifty-percent coin, but Enlis took out one—this was still used by Angel to buy food for Enlis—and handed it to him.

"I'll give it back to you later."

Angel grunted, and stuffed the coin into the groove on the edge of the table.

The desktop immediately lit up, and in the white light, a projection of a beautiful girl appeared above the desktop.

"Wow, so beautiful~~" Enlis let out an uninformed exclamation.

She has only seen glowing electric lights and magic wands, and she has never seen such a beautiful image!

Angel seemed a little pleased with Enlis's reaction.

"This is a trial work. The whole game has not been completed yet, and there is only one character to control, but you can play with it." Angel said a few more words when he was happy, "You can press and hold the button in front of you, yes , the white one... Remember to condense the magic power, you know how to control the magic power? I remember that there are magic classes in compulsory education now?"

"Yes... yes." Enlis said guiltily.

The magic report card with 53 points is still in her pocket!

Fortunately, no matter how bad the magic performance is, Enlis can still do it simply by manipulating the magic power.

After all, this world is full of magical elements, and everything contains more or less magical power. Humans can control them like learning homework, and the so-called "no magical talent" is probably equivalent to "your IQ can accept the obligation Education is good, don’t think about going on to higher education” level.

Enlis had at least been to school, and she tried hard to recall what she had learned and condense her magic power.

The panel lit up.

The girl projected on the table also slowly opened her eyes. She looked straight at Enlis and smiled:

"Cecilia answered your call, may I ask, are you my master?"

"Wow!"

Enlis yelled again, flailing her arms as if she had fallen into the water: "She spoke! She spoke!"

In fact, this is not what Enlis wants to express.

She is also someone who has seen the black cat talk, so she won't be so excited just because a projection smiles at her.

What Enlis was really surprised about was: it was the first time she controlled her magic power, and the outside world had a magical reaction. It was like learning a foreign language for several years, and finally had a conversation with a foreigner, and the other party could still understand It seems to have a sense of accomplishment.

It's a pity that the middle-level mage Angel couldn't understand Enlis's current mood at all.

As for being so excited?

He looked at the child strangely, and continued: "Very well, keep the current state, and pull the joystick to the left to the side."

"Is that so?" Enlis grabbed the joystick tentatively and pulled it to the left.

The white projection girl immediately turned to the left, maintaining a walking posture.

Enlis sighed again: "Wow, she moved!"

"You can also try to go down, that's retreat and defense." Angel said.

Enliss pulled the joystick down.

The projecting girl blocked her with her wand, made a defensive posture, and stepped back.

"To go up is to move forward, to hold on is to run."

The projection girl first took a step forward, and then ran towards the front.

"Press the red button, that's attack."

The projection girl raised her wand and threw a ball of light.

"Then left, right, up, right, and right is a nirvana."

The projection girl raised her wand high, and—

its stuck.

Enlis also sat limply and fell to the ground. She was so exhausted that she was not so tired after following Angel to carry the heavy table in.

"Mental power is exhausted." Angel understood what was going on at a glance, but felt even more incredible because of it. "It's just a few simple operations. As for this, can't you hold on?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, my magic talent is too poor..."

"This has nothing to do with magic talent! Even if you are a goblin, these few steps will not exhaust your magic power. Exhausting your mental power can only mean that you haven't studied enough." Angel frowned.

He wasn't accusing Enlis—although the tone was similar—he was just describing objective facts.

When Angel said this, he gently placed his hand on Enlis's forehead, and the icy cold breath surrounded Enlis, restoring some strength to her weak body.

But Enlisi didn't care about her body. What she was most afraid of now was that Angel would be disappointed in herself, so much so that she almost cried: "No, I didn't..."

Although I only scored 53 points in the test, I was indeed the first in my grade.

"If this child is not learning enough, then the others are almost not learning."

At this time, the black cat who had been watching coldly said.

It jumped to the top of Enliss's head and looked at Angel: "You don't want to use this... game table to make money, do you? It's better to give up. The need to use magic power is enough to screen out 90.00% nine of our customers.”

"I have reduced the difficulty to the minimum..."

"Your minimum standard is meow in the age of magic? Nowadays, most people can't even meditate!" The black cat announced coldly: "The times have changed!"