I rely on black magic to build infrastructure [Comprehensive fairy tale]

I want to start a school of magic

"Godmother, don't get angry with those people, we'll be there soon." Bai Xue looked worriedly at Fran, who was looking out of the window with her chin resting on one hand, with a serious face.

The scene outside the window is quite different from when Fran first came.

The yellow and rotten fruits and vegetables in the market are now juicy and juicy, and the people who were yellow and thin in the past are now full of energy.

From time to time, someone stops the palace carriage and tells them that this is today's newly picked fruit or harvested vegetables, hoping that the princess and her godmother can taste it.

In addition to the magic cast by the Dark God, this is thanks to Fran's growth magic.

She didn't want the farmers to wait until next autumn, and just used magic to spawn a large number of crops in the field a week ago, so that people could fill their stomachs first.

"It would be our honor if the princess's great magical godmother could taste our food."

Unknowingly, Fran has become famous among the common people.

She looked away from the window and let out a "hey": "I'm not angry, I just feel..."

unfair!

The word "jumped" into Fran's head.

At the same time, the carriage stopped beside a bakery.

Customers lined up for half a street from the storefront to the outside.

The rich wheat and custard aromas of toasted bread lingered in the surrounding air, and rushed towards Fran as she got off the car.

"Bai Xue, the person you mentioned lives here?" Fran pointed to the signboard of the bakery.

- Old Buck's Bakery

It can be seen from the brand-new plaque of the bakery that the owner of the bakery wiped the sign over and over again a few days ago in order to welcome the new beginning.

You must know that three months ago, there were not many bakeries operated by civilians left in the Black Forest.

During that time, the store tax was only high but not low, and the lack of ingredients and wheat production made it difficult for the price of bread to be purchased by ordinary people to satisfy their hunger.

Rather than buying finished products, many civilians would choose to make some dry bread by kneading noodles themselves.

Many bakery owners closed their bakeries because of this.

"When I was very young, I heard from my mother that the bread made in this bakery is very delicious."

"Today, there are still few people. When it first opened the day before yesterday, the line was almost exhausted on this street."

The women in the queue held wooden baskets and chatted.

Fran led Bai Xue to the front of the team.

The bakery is not big, only a young man and a woman are busy inside.

After the men kneaded the dough, they stuffed tray after tray of dough into the oven.

The woman is responsible for adding ingredients such as eggs and butter to the dough, and squeezes butter florets on the fragrant bread that comes out of the oven.

Soon, a plate of sweet and delicious bread can be sold.

"Excuse me……"

"Aren't you in line?"

The man in the store looked at the clothes of the two women in front of him.

"We're actually here to..."

"Even nobles have to queue up. This is the rule of the old Buck bakery, otherwise we won't sell bread to you."

Fran: "..."

Seeing that the man had finished criticizing them, she turned her head and greeted the customers at the front with a smile, and packed two loaves of bread for them.

"Godmother Fran, what should I do?" Bai Xue, who had never gone out shopping alone, looked awkward with her hands on her chest.

"No way." Fran said frankly, "Let's line up."

The princess of the Black Forest, and Fran, the godmother of magic, who has been called "great" by the common people.

Silently walked all the way back along the line, and stood at the end of the line.

Fran looked at the somewhat exaggerated team, and confirmed to Bai Xue again: "...the retired magic teacher, has he really changed his career to open a bakery?"

Otherwise, the team found out that they didn't find the right person at the end of the line. Aren't they a blood loss?

Talking about the reason why Fran and Baixue came to this bakery, the time has to be set back an hour ago.

Of course, Fran still remembered that the magic mirror emphasized that the Black Forest Kingdom would perish due to the invasion in a few years.

It is not enough to have enough food and earn a small amount of money. They need strength enough to fight against foreign forces.

When the court magicians she recruited showed her what they had learned all their lives, Fran was really desperate.

They also stress that these are the magics they are most proud of.

Proud?That's it?

Fran looked at the little fireworks erupting from the palms of the court magicians, wishing she could point her fingers.

This thing, give her 10 minutes, she can learn.

Not to mention her whole life, if she can only learn to set off two small fireworks in one class now, the Dark God will definitely say that she is "useless".

And these people, staying in the palace with high salaries, only need to change a little magic to make the old king happy.

It's simply not fair!

Fran "abuses her power" on the spot and fires all these people.

"Is there no real magician in this country?"

Except for her.

When asked by Fran, Bai Xue thought for a moment, and then replied: "Some nobles have their own magicians to protect themselves. Besides, I remember my father said that when he was a child, there was a court magician. He is responsible for instructing the court magician. He has seen the magic of this magician with his own eyes, and it is very powerful."

Although Fran did not agree with the old king's definition of "powerful", she still asked about this person's whereabouts.

"It is said that he personally asked his father to resign and retire. His father said that he was unwilling to learn magic at that time, and he rode him as a horse. Maybe he was unhappy and left." Bai Xue recalled, "He is a very powerful magician. , the father didn't dare to stop him, so he let him go."

You left because you got angry?

The old king was quite self-aware.

So Fran took advantage of the two-day vacation given to her by the Dark God, and decided to visit the retired magic teacher in person.

The line didn't last long, and the fierce man just now appeared again.

He and just now have completely different faces, rubbing his head, with a look of embarrassment: "Are the two adults... Her Royal Highness and the magic godmother that everyone is talking about recently?"

Fran glanced at Bai Xue, she was a little white rabbit, obviously frightened in front of her, she covered the corner of her mouth in surprise when she saw this man's face change.

Seeing that the two didn't answer, the man continued to explain: "I just heard a customer ask if it was yours. That customer went to the scene of the evil/religionist and the princess godmother competition before, and met two adults. look familiar."

It turns out that the young man is the owner of the bakery. Under the influence of his father since he was a child, he has a bad sense of nobility.

Seeing them dressed in gorgeous clothes and jumping in line without seeing them, they must be nobles who have no one in their eyes, and they became angry.

"The tone was very heavy at that time. I'm really sorry. I have to apologize to the two adults!" The man bowed deeply, "You can choose whatever bread you want to eat today. I will give priority to making it for the adults. Believe me After other people hear about it, they will never mind queuing up for a while. "

Now in the entire Black Forest country, especially in the hearts of the common people, the princess's magic godmother, Fran, is already a hero.

The reopening of the man's bakery would not have been possible had it not been for the drop in taxes and the recent crop of field wheat.

He was grateful to the current ruler and Fran from the bottom of his heart.

The man thought about it, and felt that these were not enough to express his disrespect: "As an apology, I can provide free bread to the two adults for a long time."

It has to be said that for Fran, the scene of the store manager walking up to her and bowing in front of her in front of the long queue, and inviting her to enter the store immediately under the gaze of other customers is indeed more desirable than being a queen.

But eating bread for a long time...

can not.

"It's us." Fran finally had a chance to finish what she hadn't finished speaking before, "But we came here to find Mr. Barker, the former court magic instructor."

The man raised his head unexpectedly: "You are looking for, my father?"

Old Buck's Bakery.Old Buck, that is, the man's father, used to run the bakery as well.

Later, it was passed on to his son, but in recent years, it has been really depressed, so it closed the door.

Now little Buck got married and took over as the baker and shopkeeper, and the old Buck retired as a matter of course.

Following Little Buck, Fran entered the second floor of the bakery and saw Old Buck sitting by the window.

Although he called himself Old Buck, the man who was drinking coffee didn't look old at all.He had a beard and chewed the bread on the plate with a look of enjoyment on his face.

"Oh, the new bread you made recently is really delicious, I will add more next time..." Old Buck turned his head, and when he saw two young women, he quickly stopped his voice and changed to a serious voice, " Why did you bring the guest upstairs?"

"Let's introduce ourselves." Fran told Little Buck to continue making bread, and she was responsible for explaining.

Old Buck has been away from the palace for more than 30 years, and he never expected to be approached by Bai Xue and Fran.

Hearing that the godmother of magic that people have been praising recently is in front of him, the bread in Old Jack's hand fell directly on the table.

Ever since Old Buck resigned from being a court magic tutor, he has seen through the corruption of this country.

When he was in the palace, he was always squeezed out by those noble magicians. Those who graduated from noble magic schools, no one was willing to listen to his guidance.

Especially the ignorant old king who rode him like a horse, it's good to be dead.

But he never expected that since the death of the old king, the young princess and her godmother would gradually manage the country in an orderly manner.

Recently, I heard that a duke recruited people to work among the common people, and gave them generous wages.

So much so that Old Buck, like his son, still hated those nobles very much, but his good impression of Fran, the princess' godmother and the princess herself, was like freshly baked fragrant bread in the oven.

So when he heard Fran ask him if he could continue to be a magic teacher, the coffee cup in Old Buck's left hand was almost overturned.

"My lord, can you say it again?"

Fran said again sincerely: "I want to set up a magic academy, and I want to ask you to be a teacher. I don't know if you are willing."

Fran had already had this idea.

In this country, only a very small number of nobles and people appointed by the nobles can come into contact with magic.

In fact, there is a magic academy in the west of the city. Many court magicians and noble magicians graduated from there.

But magic is not something ordinary people can learn.

Humans' mastery of magic is basically unlikely to surpass her witch physique.

Therefore, after many nobles sent their children or reliable people to school, only a few of them could really learn magic.

And it is very likely that some truly talented civilians have not even learned the most basic theories, and eventually become mediocre.

"This magic academy will be funded by me, and all men and women who have passed the assessment and have magical talents are welcome." Fran said seriously, "I heard from Bai Xue that you are a very powerful magic teacher, so I want to invite you You, become the first mentor of the Academy of Magic."

——became the first instructor of my school of magic, which has no students, no buildings, and nothing.

After all, for a school, it is possible to have no students, but it cannot be without teachers.

And this school is the best way Fran can think of to increase the number of magicians in the Black Forest.

She couldn't expect the Dark God to still be here in a few years, and she couldn't guarantee that her magic would be against everything.

Magic needs to be trained from now on.

It could be seen that Old Buck's heart was moved. He held the cup with his left hand, trembling slightly with excitement.

He really wanted to work with magic more than any bakery.

but……

"My lord, if it was in the past, I would definitely agree without hesitation, but not now, I'm afraid I can't take on the responsibility of teaching." Old Buck hesitated for a while, and slowly added, "My magic may be the same as your lord's magic. It’s a little different than imagined.”

This point was gradually discovered after he entered the palace and stayed with other magicians for a long time.

"Or... unorthodox."

Fran:?

Seeing that Fran didn't quite believe it, Old Buck simply told the old man out: "My magic, my grandfather who passed it on, my grandfather's magic, my great-grandfather who passed it on, my great-grandfather's magic and my great-great-great..."

Fran: "..."

I don't know which term "Zeng" was, but the old Buck finally got to the point: "He used to be just an ordinary person who dreamed of learning magic to serve the country. Since ordinary people cannot touch magic, my ancestors believed in him. The gods prayed day and night, hoping to have the opportunity to learn magic. When he woke up one day, a miracle happened, and a magic book appeared beside his bed... This is the source of our family's magic."

"Do you think the magic in this magic book of unknown origin is unorthodox?" After hearing too many bizarre stories, Fran didn't think it was unbelievable to suddenly have an extra book.

"Not all of them." Although Old Buck talked a lot, it was still a bit difficult to explain the magic. "If the two adults don't mind, I would like to show it to you."

Fran made a "please" gesture, indicating that of course she didn't mind.

She really wanted to verify how powerful this "powerful" magic teacher was.

Old Buck moved his left hand around the cup slightly, and chanted a spell in his mouth. The remaining coffee in the cup was twisted into a slender backflow, and gathered in the air.

The coffee gathered into a ball of bubbles in the air, and as Old Buck pointed with his left hand, he flew towards the window next to him.

The water bomb hit the window with a bang, and the water bomb and the window exploded at the same time, and the brown-black coffee mixed with glass shards fell to the ground.

"Ah, I'm so sorry." Old Buck apologized for not being able to control his strength well. "I think you, who also know magic, must have discovered that my magic is different."

He used to be rejected by other magicians because of this.

They mocked him for his magic coming from the country, for his color as if he had learned it in an unorthodox mud field.

Thinking of this, Old Buck lowered his head sadly.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no "sentence" from the princess godmother.

Old Buck raised his head slowly, only to see Fran turn his attention back from the shattered window.

"Mr. Barker."

Old Buck nodded sternly: "I can handle..."

"In any case, please be sure to be a magic teacher!"

Old Buck:?

"Wait a minute, my lord, take a closer look, my magic is not what you imagined!"

Fran shook her head, solemnly: "Mr. Barker, I read it very carefully. Your magic is indeed different from those fakes in the palace. Your magic is orthodox, and it is what magic students should follow and learn."

She couldn't be mistaken, in Old Buck's magic, in that power, there were black silver dots and breath wrapped in dark magic.

His family's ancestral line is magic from the dark.

If it still insists on being unorthodox, Fran firmly believes that the Duke of Stington will kill him with a feather duster from his castle after he finds out.

And the degree to which glass can be broken with only liquid, which can restore Fran's hope for the country's continuation better than those magicians who set off small fireworks in the court.

It's up to you, Buck!

"Father, I heard the glass was broken, what happened?"

Little Buck rattled up the stairs, and what he saw was coffee mixed with glass shards all over the floor, and his father with a confused face.

"You came at the right time. Your father is eager to tell you that he has been officially hired by me as the tutor of the magic academy I will build soon."

Little Buck who never learned magic: ?

Old Buck who felt like he was still living in a dream:?

"Mr. Barker, once the Academy of Magic is completed, I will definitely send someone to notify you. Please make some preparations as soon as possible." Fran didn't give Old Buck any chance to speak. After shaking his hand solemnly, she took Bai Xue to wipe Pass Little Buck and go downstairs.

Leaving behind Old Buck who still didn't understand his status, he pulled his beard.

Yo, it still hurts.

On the way back, Baixue and Fran mentioned again that they wanted to learn magic with her.

"Coincidentally, I was also thinking about this issue two days ago. I planned to start teaching with the preparation of magic potions." Fran replied with a smile.

After the teaching is over, hand over the business to Stington, and hand over the magic to Bai Xue, and she can lie flat.

Bai Xue, who knew nothing about her godmother's thoughts, was grateful: "Is it really possible? Can you teach me such important magic?"

"Of course!" Fran replied without hesitation.

"Wait, that's..." Fran's eyes were attracted by the things outside the carriage.

Among the booths, there was a particularly eye-catching person surrounded by various oil paint works. He placed a drawing board in front of him and was painting a self-portrait for the guests.

"That's..." Bai Xue couldn't believe it, "Isn't that the Duke of Else? Why is he painting here?"

"It's not him that I notice, it doesn't matter what he does."

Fran was not referring to him, but to the simple booth next to Duke Else.

The owner of the booth is thin and has sunken eye sockets, as if he hasn't slept well for several days and nights.

And on his booth, there are several exquisite music boxes, and the sign on the front reads: "Good Dream Music Box".