Infrastructure starts from the game

Amidst the yelling of the branch president of the Magic Association, an assistant with freckles and a friendly smile came in with a document in one hand and a teapot in the other.

He handed the document to Hume, poured black tea for Angor and Enliss, and gave Enliss an extra biscuit.

President Hume spread out the document.

"Hehe, let's do a small registration first!" The old man said with a smile, "This is a common practice, it won't be too troublesome! And if this cooperation is happy, you will be a partner of the Magic Association, and you will have preferential treatment."

He seemed to have forgotten that he was going to record something casually with waste paper a few minutes ago, and sent Angor away.

Angel didn't care about the change in the other party's attitude, as long as he could get things done anyway.

So there is nothing to say about the next thing.

Since the Magic Association was worried about the employment of graduates, and Angel was worried about the lack of people in the workshop, the two sides hit it off immediately and signed the "Auxiliary Employment Agreement" soon.

Angel promised to hire more than [-] graduates majoring in magic. In addition to majors in runes, students majoring in alchemy and illusion can also be considered. If other majors have taken similar courses and can pass the interview test, they can also It's not impossible to accept.

Chapter President Hume nearly dropped his dentures in joy.

He reciprocated, saying that as long as Angor completes the agreement, the Magic Association will not only not accept intermediary fees, but will also help Magic Gear fight for policy tax cuts, and even purchase a certain amount of Magic Workshop products—although Angel feels that it is not necessary .

President Hume concluded by promising:

"I will let Academy City send people here as soon as possible!"

"One week at the latest, you will be able to meet those lovely rune apprentices."

Hume sent Angor and others far away from the association, watched them leave, and then came back "reluctantly".

Hume is obviously not at ease at this point.

He turned to his assistant Will and said: "You go to Academy City immediately, and send the A-level ones first!"

The so-called "A grade" is Hume's private rating.

Hume privately divided the graduates of Academy City into four tiers:

A. Excellent grades, average or poor family background;

B, with good grades and a good family background;

C, average grades;

D, extremely poor grades, hopeless.

In the job assignment of the Hume branch president, D-level students are almost given up, even if they have a relationship, they will be passed; C-level students depend on their luck in the year; Slow allocation, to see if there is a suitable position; as for the A-level is the most valued by Hume Branch President, usually the priority is to contact the Mage Tower and send them there, because if this type of job cannot be found for a while, they may give up completely Magic this way.

Assistant Will, of course, knew Hume's classification, and was therefore very surprised.

"Master Dunlop, are you so optimistic about this workshop?"

"It's not optimistic, but with the power behind him, it should be possible to last for a year and a half." Hume said in a completely different tone from before.

"power?"

"Did you not notice the little girl beside him?" asked Hume.

Seeing his assistant looking confused, he couldn't help sighing: "It's really a thing without eyes."

The old mage handed Will his reading glasses, and pointed to the place where Angel had just stood.

Will looked through the reading glasses and found that the image of the little girl following the black-robed mage remained there.

It's just that compared with the real Enlis, the Enlis seen through the reading glasses is much thinner, with a broken chain hanging from her neck.

"Is this child a... sacrifice?"

Will knows this black magic, and seems to use the child's life to realize his wish.

Most of them are the practice of black robe mages.

And Angel was indeed dressed in a black robe.

Will said angrily: "How could he do such a crazy thing!"

"It's not necessarily that he did it, the chain doesn't have his magical aura," Hume's branch leader commented fairly, "and the smell on that black robe is purer than any white robe I've ever seen." One of the reasons why I feel relieved about Angor.

"But……"

"Compared with this, look carefully at what the little girl is holding."

"That's not a cake box...the family crest of the Roy family?!" Under the persuasive temptation of the old president, Will noticed the badge on the box: "Could it be..."

No wonder he was so surprised.

As a famous family, food, clothing, and utensils will be stamped with their own family crests, and items with family crests cannot be given away casually. Once given, they have special meanings.

——However, with the exception of the future crown princess, Recifia is fully qualified to be willful.

Hume didn't know how Enlis got the cake box, so he completely misunderstood.

"That's right, not everyone can climb up to Roy's house. Since Magic Gear can get their support, it might really make a big move!"

"But, there's no need to send the best students there!" Will seemed to be brooding, "We obviously contacted several mage towers..."

"That's not in a hurry." Hume shook his head.

He analyzed: "Those mage towers are willing to accept graduates because of the subsidy and face of the association. The children who manufacture products also learn a lot, and with this practical experience, when they go to the Mage Tower, the start will be different from what it is now."

"You are using magic gears as whetstones!" Will laughed.

"What whetstone! The magic gear can get the best rune apprentices, and the graduates can gain experience and enough money. This is a win-win!" Hume said.

Not only that, but with this batch of the best students leading the way, even if the C-level and D-level graduates are unusable, Angor would be ashamed to cancel the agreement and return all the products.

The old president of the Magic Association is also thinking about the employment issue.

Hume sighed, and glared at his assistant: "Don't dawdle! If you are told to do something, hurry up!"

"Yes!"

The assistant straightened his body.

Of course, even if you are a magician, it doesn't mean that you will be "biu" transferred there--Angel is a special case--most of the assistants of the Magic Association are actually from the city of the academy, and they only have the level of magic apprentices. It's just that a person with a good family background can be directly stuffed into the association. Using Hume's division method, he is from a B-level background.

Will is an A-level, and Hume kept him as his assistant because he was so smart. Now most of the matters related to Academy City are handled by Will.

Now that Will received the order, he packed his luggage, took the classified student files, and prepared to go to the city of the academy.

It's just that after he stuffed the list of A-level students into the suitcase, he stopped for some reason, and made a copy of the list of D-level students, and stuffed it into his suitcase.

Then Will took these two lists and left the Magic Association.

Angel didn't know what happened after he left the Magic Association.

Today, he successfully released the recruitment requirements, and he is in a good mood.

Angel was particularly satisfied that both the Adventurer's Guild and the Magic Association did not charge much intermediary deposits for special reasons, so the "reserve funds" he brought out were almost unchanged.

Angel took the money and took Enlis to a high-end restaurant for dinner, and then used the excuse to go shopping, deliberately dawdling until the magic gear closed for a long time before going back.

One can imagine how angry Mithril was.

Angel took Enliss and teleported to the hall of the workshop, and saw that there was no light in the whole hall, it was pitch black everywhere, only one golden eye was shining like a candle (the purple one less obvious).

"What time do you think it is now!" Mithril said quietly.

"I'm sorry." Enlis apologized immediately.

She was thinking about the workshop all the way, and she wanted to come back soon, but Angel refused.

Enlis had no choice but to apologize to Mithril from the bottom of her heart, and tried her best to persuade Angel to buy a pack of dried fish as a gift.

Now is the time for gifts to come into play!

Enliss immediately took out the dried fish: "But Mr. Angel bought you a gift... ah!"

She didn't pass the tribute to the black cat's feet, but Angel took it away.

"It's getting late, Enlisi, do you still have to go to school tomorrow?" Angel said.

He snapped his fingers in the direction of the steps, and a string of light beads lit up above the handrail of the steps, shining brightly on Enlis's way back to the room.

Enlis looked at those beads of light helplessly, then at Angel and Mithril: "But..."

"Hmph, go to bed first!" Mithril also said.

Its eyes were still fixed on Angor.

Enlis was very disturbed by this, but after thinking about it, she felt that Mr. Angel and Mr. Black Cat should not fight over such a trivial matter, so she obediently went back to the room.

The light beads went out behind Enlis.

When little Enlis returned upstairs, the hall was once again shrouded in darkness.

Angel didn't intend to turn on the light again, he didn't even bother to find a chair, he sat directly on the game table closest to him, and tore open the paper bag of dried fish that should belong to Mithril.

"This is actually what Enlis wants to buy for you. She is really a good girl, right?" Angel said, throwing a small dried fish into his mouth.

That being the case, you give me the dried fish meow!

The black cat's beard trembled, and he turned his head arrogantly: "I'm a synthetic beast, I can do without eating!"

Angel ignored Mithril's reaction at all, he only asked:

"So, what happened to the chains on Enlis?"

Mithril's ears quivered.

"What chain?" Mithril asked innocently.

Angel didn't let go of its stupidity, but slowly bit the dried fish and looked at the stairs that Enlis had just walked.

There was silence for a while in the dark, and finally Mithril surrendered first.

"I'm just a cat, and my duty is to assist in the operation of the magic gear," Mithril said in a vague tone, but it knew that Angel should be able to understand, "As for the way the master wants to run the workshop, sacrifice What, I can't interfere."

"Even if he decides to go to hell?"

"Even if he decides to go to hell."

Hearing what the black cat said, Angel didn't ask any more questions.

Silently, he tore up the paper bag in his hand, grabbed a handful of dried fish from it, and lifted it back.

The huge lantern-like golden pupils approached, and there was a clear chewing sound in the air.

"Too little." Mithril complained.

"It's just an appetizer," Angel replied, "There will be a big meal later."

Angor's "wait a while" lasted another three hours, and Mithril finally confirmed that his master had no concept of time.

They waited until late at night.

When the whole street was sunk in the same darkness as the hall, someone knocked on the door.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?" a stiff female voice asked.

Her voice sounded familiar: "I am from the Adventurer's Guild. According to the intermediary agreement, we will send you the entertainment and cleaning you need for you to choose!"