Infrastructure starts from the game

Rune master?

It is the professional who writes the core of the runes in the game table, more precisely, the person who makes the game?

Enlis thought with a half-knowledge.

Compulsory education starts with the runes in the fourth grade. Enliss has not been exposed to this knowledge, and she only hates that she can't help Angel.

Now that Angel was finally ready to find someone to share the work in this area, Enlis only felt happy.

What Enlisi didn't expect was that they were rejected after entering the Association of Magicians.

"Rune master? No."

The person in charge of the Magicians Association said impatiently.

This is the usual posture of magicians.

Although the Mage Association is also a relic of the age of magic, it is different from the Alchemy Workshop and the Adventurer's Guild, which are destroyed by the impact of industry. As a high-end academic institution, the Mage Association still has considerable discourse. Therefore, the association not only owns a large piece of land in the bustling area of ​​Cecilia, but also the decoration and furnishings are as solemn and sacred as ever.

Unfortunately, this is just the appearance.

The sharp decrease in the number of mages in recent years has made the lively scene of many mages gathering in the association in the magic era a thing of the past. The magnificent mage association is as quiet as a tomb, with no people coming in and out, only a dying old man sitting in charge Behind the big desk in the man's office, he is holding a pair of hand-held reading glasses and squinting to read the newspaper.

But even so, this old man is more popular than the pretty waitresses of the Adventurer's Guild.

The kind of popularity that irritates people.

"Nowadays, where can I find a runemaster for you?" The old man didn't even look at Angor, only focusing on the crossword puzzles in the newspaper, "Now all mage towers lack runemasters, assistants, none at all. The right person."

He waved his hand as if chasing away a sparrow.

Angel didn't give up: "Register, it's okay to notify me after you have someone selected?"

"Then you wait until at least 50 years later!"

"I can wait." Angel insisted.

"Hmph, you can wait, I won't live until then!" The old man muttered with self-knowledge.

He finally realized that if he didn't do things for Angel, he would be harassed by the other party forever.

Unwilling to put down the newspaper in his hand, the old man casually tore a piece of paper from the calendar beside him, tested the water with a quill pen, and then squinted his glasses and gave Angel a sideways look: "Speak, you What level of rune master do you want?"

Enlis frowned uncomfortably beside her.

She always felt that even if the other party recorded Angel's request, they would just throw it away as waste paper.

Angel didn't care, and only said seriously: "I don't ask much, as long as I can copy runes and realize the magic in them."

"Hmph, that kind is called rune apprentice!" the old man complained.

However, seeing that Angor's recruitment requirements were really not high, his complexion improved a bit, but his tone was a little stiff: "Then what are you going to give them? Let me warn you first, even a rune master is also a magician." Protected by the association, you don’t want to pay them with the minimum wage standard for workers! At least one gold or more.”

Having said that, the old man's words still showed that regular mages looked down on rune masters.

The chain of contempt in the magic industry is like this.

The elemental mages of the actual combat department look down on the white robes of the auxiliary department, the white robes look down on the black robes, the black robes look down on all mages except themselves, and all mages look down on those who can only write runes.

The rune mage is undoubtedly the bottom of the chain of contempt.

Angor is a black robe, so he feels that the old man in front of him is no different from the rune mage, and the value is not as good.

"Basic salary is one gold, which is acceptable." Angel nodded, "If the skills are good enough and self-developing ability, we can give a modest salary increase."

"That's very good, but it must be done!" The old man snorted, "How many people are you going to recruit?"

"The more the better."

"What do you mean the more the better?" The old man looked at Angel suspiciously.

"It means, I want as many rune masters as you can provide!" Angel said.

The game tables in his workshop are in great demand, one or two rune masters are simply not enough, and more than ten can support the venue.

But in this era, there are very few places that need so many rune masters.

Even the Magic Association has not encountered such a request for decades.

The old man immediately became angry: "Are you here to amuse me?!"

"How come?" Who is free to tease the old man!

Angor saw that the old man's wrinkled face formed the word "unbelief", so he could only press the chest of his magic robe and said, "I really want so many people. If you are not at ease, I can use the Goddess of Magic's Take an oath in your name."

In this world, swearing is a very serious matter.

Basically all the vows will come true, so there are more than a dozen countries that have been destroyed.

No one would joke about that.

"...Are you serious?!" The old man asked, but he was no longer suspicious, but unbelievable, "You really only need to recruit rune apprentices? How much do you want? And pay the full salary ?”

"Of course I'm serious." Angel said.

However, the old man's serious attitude made the dull Angel realize something: "Could it be that you have so many rune masters?"

"There are no rune masters, but there are some rune apprentices, but they can only barely copy the runes." The old man felt even more unbelievable when he said this, so he asked for the fourth time, "So, you really Are you willing to recruit them, and pay one gold every month, and want them all?!"

"...Yes, I promise!" Angel replied for the fourth time.

He began to wonder if the old man had Alzheimer's.

In order to prevent the conversation from going around in circles without any progress, Angel asked, "So, how many rune masters...apprentices can you provide?"

"There are about thirty or forty people this year..." Speaking of which, the old man emphasized: "There are thirty or forty people, are you sure you want them all?"

"Yes, I want it all, I don't even think it's enough," Angel confirmed that the old man was demented, how many times did he ask the same thing: "I will provide follow-up rune master training and send them to the association every year Examinations, and raise salaries according to grades."

"My god of magic!"

The old man sighed that he looked more than demented, he was about to have a stroke.

Of course, Hume Dunlop isn't really Alzheimer's.

In fact, Hume is not an ordinary staff member, but the great elder of the Magic Association, who also serves as the president of the association's branch in Cecilia City. He is a veritable big man.

It's just that the magic world has been declining in recent years, and Hume's position as the branch president has become increasingly difficult to do.

What makes Elder Hume bald the most is the employment of magic graduates in Academy City every spring.

This problem was asked by the Magic Association itself.

Originally, Academy City was a neutral city. It was built by mages in the wild age, and it was a place where knowledge and magic were imparted uniformly regardless of nationality and race. Therefore, it was called the holy land of scholars, the source of knowledge, and magicians also Because of this feat, it has a very high reputation in the education circles of various countries.

But with the changes of the times, people's demand for knowledge has changed. They are no longer eager to learn magic and possess magical powers, and instead introduce courses such as mathematics, physics, chemistry, and mechanical manufacturing.

The Magic Association was not reconciled to seeing magic decline like this, so it forced Academy City to keep the magic major, to ensure the source of students, and there must be a certain number of magic graduates every year.

As a result, employment has become a problem.

The Mage Tower will not want these graduates.

Although it sounds strange, so-called "orthodox magicians" usually do not receive magic education in mortal schools, and like Angel, who has a magical talent that can only be produced by one in a million people, was taught by the wizard tower since he was a child. They were screened out by their own magic detection crystals, and were taken directly back to the Mage Tower by their teachers or seniors to receive specialized education.

As for the magic major in the academy city, it is a place where mages are hired to properly educate children with a little magic talent when people have a strong demand for magic in the magic age.

For Angel, it is roughly the difference between an orthodox college student and a technical secondary school student.

And because of well-known reasons, even "graduate students" like Angel are unemployed, let alone "technical secondary school students".

In particular, the Magic Association previously issued the "Magician Salary Regulations", which forcibly required high salaries to guarantee the status of magicians, which made it even more difficult for "technical secondary school students" to find jobs.

However, the Magic Association does not admit that magicians cannot find jobs.

Therefore, for students majoring in magic, the Magic Association has adopted the method of forcibly apportioning, and because Cecilia has the "glory" of the magic capital, it is considered to be the area with the greatest demand for mages, and it must accept two-thirds of the graduates every year .

Chapter President Hume Dunlop felt tempted to resign just thinking about it.

It seems that he can only barely get by by relying on crossword puzzles in the newspaper to divert his attention and give up thinking.

Therefore, President Hume hated the guy who came to him at this time and said "recruitment" and "employment".

But if the other party wants to contract the employment of all graduates—although only limited to rune majors—that would be another matter.

Chapter President Hume reveled in the "I want it all" for several minutes.

Since he became the "branch president", how many years has it been since he heard such a beautiful word?Seems like the last time the dark elves bought those blood diamonds was 60 years ago.

——Later, the dark elves never came again, because they discovered that diamonds could be mass-produced!

Thinking of this, Hume suddenly came back to his senses. He stood up from his seat and didn't pay attention even if he touched his beloved newspaper on the ground. Claw-like dry hands grabbed Angel's arm, but all the wrinkles on his face were stretched out, revealing a smile like an old chrysanthemum.

"Come on, sit here! How bad it is to stand and talk!"

Hume Branch President pulled Angel, forced him to sit down on the sofa at the other end of the office, and shouted to the outside of the office: "Will, Will! Where are you going to die! Hurry up and serve the guests!" Tea!"