Chapter 34 – Magic Workshop (End)
“Fletcher, you’re too polite.” Alex laughed: “you’ll spend too much like that, that’s a place for celebrations.”
“Of course, of course.” Fletcher also faintly laughed: “then it’s agreed. I’ll leave first then.”
“I’ll send you off.” Alex followed him.
“No need, no need.” Fletcher waved his arm: “Rumont, you need to learn more from Mage Alex.”
“Brother Fletcher, I will.” Rumont bowed to him.
Once Fletcher left, Alex came back through the doorway.
“Rumont,” he pointed at the several separated youths, saying: “these are also your colleagues, currently they’re still working, so I won’t introduce you, instead, later on you’ll get to know them. I’ll take you to your room.”
Rumont nodded his head silently. Afterwards, Alex brought him to see his room: the room wasn’t big, but the beddings and so on were quite neat. There was a small table with a small lamp on top, which was also a magic item; an everlasting Rank zero Radiance was on it.
“Do you know how to use this thing?” Alex pointed at the magical lamp, asking.
“Yeah.” Rumont replied, he had seen it before inside the Shrine at Ricca. Speaking of the use of this convenient small object, it required a touch of magic power and it would start up in a brief moment.
“As for lunch, it’s delivered from Old Waylon’s place.” Alex smiled at Rumont, his smile had an ambiguous feel to it. “Yvette is a good girl, only her temperament is a bit feisty.”
Rumont lowered his head.
Alex thought he was being shy, laughing out heartily.
Finally, Alex brought him to a sectioned off room within the workplace. “This will be your workplace area from now on, do you require me to demonstrate to you once on how to compound the medicine?”
“Sure, I’ll be troubling you” Rumont took a deep breath, striving on concentrating his own mind up.
“Wait a bit.” said Alex as he left. Not long after, he brought back a small glass bottle and a case.
Alex sat at the experiment table. “Watch now, Rumont, because the activity index of the compound is short after mixing, therefore, the compound is split into two parts by my Master,” he said to Rumont while opening the small case; exposing the medicinal pills inside. “The mixing section is very simple; take the medicinal pill and place it in the solution within the glass bottle, wait until the medicinal pill is completely dissolved, and it’ll be the time when the activity index of the compound is at it’s highest point, did you hear all that?”
“I heard it clearly.” Rumont replied while feeling a touch of awe. He had listened to Jeff and Anson lecture about the methods of determining the compound’s activity level; amongst the several methods, the word with the highest occurring frequency was “experience”. At the present, from what Alex said, so long as one saw with the naked eye, observing the time when the medicinal pill fully dissolved, you could then be certain of the compound’s activity index. This kind of simple design evidently showed Sackville’s accomplishments in synthesizing elixirs.
“In that case, Mage Alex, how long would it roughly take for the medicinal pill to fully dissolve then.” Rumont asked.
Hearing this question, Alex knitted his brows: “Master once did a measuring test, the results at that time was 56 magic seconds. However, knowing this result is useless, because you don’t possess the means to accurately measure time with.”
“Who said that I, your daddy doesn’t have?” Rumont hissed towards the heavens in his mind: “I, your daddy’s Shennong Horn spatial regions has a stopwatch!”
However, his expression showed an extremely curious smile: “a device to measure time, is it expensive?”
“Very. I also wish to have one. It would make experiments more convenient.” Alex displayed a longing smile.
“Myself also wouldn’t gift you one.” Rumont said in his mind.
“Okay then, can I begin to demonstrate now?” Alex asked.
“Could you please wait a bit sir.” Rumont closed his eyes, breathing deeply. Afterwards, his spirit entered the Shennong Horn spatial region, finding that stopwatch device.
Rumont opened his eyes, at the same time, within his spacious sleeves of Druid clothings, his right hand was already grasping onto the stopwatch. “Luckily, for today’s meeting I wore formal wear.“ He thought thusly.
“Please begin then.”
Alex laughed as he opened the bottle lid, taking the small medicinal pill and throwing it into the colourless solution, Rumont secretly pushed on the button to measure time.
The small medicinal pill gradually dissolved, the medical compound began to change into a red hue. Alex’s expression was serene, amidst the process he began to study it, while also forming his hands into the corresponding seals.
Rumont also concentrated his entire mental energies on watching Alex’s processing.
Waiting until the instant the medicinal pill within the small bottle was gone, the final syllable of Alex’s incantation exactly matched Rumont’s prompt pressing. Simultaneously, within Rumont’s spiritual vision, he could obviously see, a divine light gradually beginning to flash within the bottle; the spell was currently stored within the compound.
This kind of scene persisted for roughly a short while, afterwards, within his naked eyes, Rumont saw the medicinal compound suddenly have a brief flash of golden light.
“Finished.” Alex relaxed a brief, “afterwards, I ought to sign my name on it,” he pointed at the empty label on top of the small bottle and said, “and following that, give it to me for inspection, to give the appraisal result of compound quality, at the time of creation. Finally, I’ll in accordance to its results, pay your remuneration.”
“I understand.”
“Okay then. Once the compound is successful, ring the bell on your table and I’ll come fetch it. There’s two sets of the compoundings, take one to first test it out.” Alex took out two sets and placed it on the table, leaving afterwards.
Rumont watched him leave, walking into the partitioning gap and closed the door. He took out the stopwatch concealed within his sleeve, it displayed a time of 55.4 seconds on it. It seemed like magic seconds and the seconds back on Earth, just so happens to be identical.
Rumont had a complacent smiling expression on his face; having this, synthesizing the medical mixture would be so much easier.
A week’s worth of time passed by quite quickly. Within this week, Rumont was acquainted with his fellow work apprentices, 3 Mages, a Druid, and including himself, a total of 5 people. Everyone’s age wasn’t too far apart, their life experiences were nearly the same, basically all without a set teacher, or perhaps they did have a teacher, but wasn’t able to obtain the teacher’s favour. Similarly, everyone all directly and indirectly had some kind of relationship to Sackville; all connected via recommendations from others to work at this place.
“The whole society structure is analogous to the European middle ages. Apprentices studied under a Master, learning their skills via the vouching of others. The modern age frequently seen public recruitments doesn’t seem to exist, it also lacked the rarely seen so-called volunteering services. A society that still relies on close acquaintances to establish a social network. Even though the so grasped power of the few were not at all like the modern ages, however, Magic spells and Divine spells, were a privilege that the few always enjoyed.”
Having the experience of the explosive information era, Rumont’s insight was unusual when concerning society.
However, even Archimedes had to find a fulcrum before he could lever the Earth. Rumont, as a Rank 1 Druid, currently still placed the absolute majority of his attention on compounding methods of medications. In the remaining time, he paid attention to the progressing plants within the Shennong Horn. In addition, he also compared martial skills with the frequently lunch delivering Yvette.
Rumont’s current days passed by in extreme satisfaction. So much so that in regards to the repaying of the debt, after not seeing the ugly faced bastard of a Tax Officer Barcas from Ricca, Rumont also had a plan; which was to wait for a suitable opportunity. As for this opportune chance, he concentrated his attention on Yvette, intentionally getting intimate.
As for the impression that other people saw of Rumont, it was also different.
Within this week, Rumont would entirely use up his daily quota of his 3 Rank 1 spells, Mending, everyday. This was completely different to the blockhead Jacobs who, for the purpose of showing off, had squandered away his selected Rank 1 spell, Blazing Palm.
Proceeding on, within everyone’s eyes, Rumont displayed an astonishing gift on the task of elixir synthesizing; his manufacturing success rate of the treatment, Mending, vulneraries, was only second to Alex. Roughly 9 times of out of every 3 days of manufacturing, would their be one slip up. Furthermore, the results of the slip ups were incomplete secondary medicines, and not fully reported as worthless; these types of incomplete secondaries had effects equivalent to the Rank 0 spell “Cauterize”, which could be put up for sale at the front of the store. Therefore, Rumont was not at all required, for these reasons, to pay the compensations of the mixing compound———this, without a doubt, was the results of Rumont’s careful control.
Facing his colleagues’ envious stares, Mage Alex’s praises, as well as Yvette’s obvious change of attitude, Rumont’s response was utterly simple: “in regards to the passage of time, I’m extremely sensitive to it.”
Relying on the mighty ability of the stopwatch, Alex even said to him once in admiration: “Rumont, if you had chosen the way of a Mage, I believe we could have collaborated, working on some research together.”
In regards to everything, Rumont bore it with equanimity, what was the point of being envious? Nobody dared to do any kind of sabotage within the workplace, as for outside of work, Rumont’s lifestyle was also utterly disciplined. At most, he would venture out to practice swordsmanship together with Yvette; shortly though, in spite of everything, their feelings were increasingly harmonious.
Furthermore, the most important thing was that his colleagues, due to the reason of the skill studying was difficult enough and being experienced enough, were therefore conducting themselves especially more prudent. In this world, ordinary people were the most numerous in the end, they didn’t dare to raise a ruckus1.
It was Sunday, midday. After Rumont finished attending Sackville’s lecture, he aimlessly loitered outside of the store; today he had half a day of resting. In general, apprentices wouldn’t be able to enjoy this, Rumont in the end however, had the status of a spell caster, their treatments were naturally completely different in comparison to the general workshop store apprentices.
After that, he saw Yvette standing lively outside of the door.
A girl letting out her long wavy golden locks, shining underneath the sparkling sunlight. Her nose seemed like it was carved by a skilled craftsman using the most beautiful of jade; a small exquisite nose, slightly tilted up. Her chest, a pair of doves, peacefully concealed, displaying the maiden’s graceful curves.
Rumont all of a sudden thought of an old poetry verse recited back on Earth:
A gentle beauty, awaited me from the corner. Hidden love unseen, I left scratching my head. A refined beauty, gifted me a red flute. Beautiful red glow, a beauty to my liking. Gifted white weeds, strange yet also truly novel. Not the gift, but because of the girl.2
He felt an agitation in his heart. After last time’s dimly revealed information, she returned only after a wait of three days.
Although he was talking rather too much to someone he didn’t know well, yet it couldn’t be helped.
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1. [動手動腳 – move one’s hands and feet, basically act out of line.]↩
2. [http://zhidao.baidu.com/question/1957819699458734700.html]↩
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