My Magic Age

Every day I was busy following the script that had been arranged long ago, boring but fulfilling.

Almost every day I had to work all night in the magic laboratory of Senior Dylan of the Astrologer Union. When the first ray of sunlight shone into the imperial capital from the top of the Mazaro Mountains, I would take the magic caravan back to the Royal Magic Academy for class. I could take a nap in the magic caravan, or meditate to restore the mana of the magic pool that was about to be exhausted, and then concentrate on listening to the class for a morning. In the afternoon, I went to the dock to command the crew on the Slave Trader to install the magic teleportation array.

The installation went smoothly. Senior Dylan's mobile magic teleportation array had a total of seven magic teleportation centers. I took the crew of the Slave Trader to install a part, and then carried out a simple debugging, which passed almost every time.

The other boatmen at the dock were dumbfounded when they saw this work efficiency, and they would complain privately that the inscriptionists who were responsible for installing rune plates on the five-masted sailing ship they were responsible for had never been like me, following the crew of the Slave Trader and scolding them as "stupid pigs" while instructing them on how to install them.

If we simply compare them, the quality of the boatmen at the Weiyang Lake Dock is slightly higher. At least the foremen can understand Senior Dylan's design drawings, and the workers install the rune plates on the hull according to the drawings.

As for the crew members on the Slave Trader, they rely purely on physical strength and endurance. Each of them is like a donkey that never tires. They are not afraid of hardship or fatigue, and they work hard without complaint. No matter how I scold them, they just keep working silently. In their bones, each of them still follows the rules of the Slave Trader. As the captain, I am their king. No matter what I say or do, they will do it without compromise.

It turned out that the ten inscription masters who drew the mobile magic teleportation array for Senior Dylan had to go to the dock every day. At the beginning, they seemed to sneer at Bradford, the manager of the dock, from time to time. Everyone was full of confidence and wanted to see how Senior Dylan would end up. A few days later, they finally recognized me. When they saw me, their faces suddenly became ugly.

I may not be well-known in the imperial capital, but among the group of inscription masters in the imperial capital, almost everyone knows me. My face was once printed in magic newspapers. At that time, I was really annoyed by magic newspapers. However, the matter was left unresolved as Prince James returned to the imperial capital with the Construct Knights of the South Wind Legion.

The "Fish Skin Hood" incident caused an indelible rift between me and these inscription masters in the imperial capital. These inscription masters counted the life magic patterns on the "Fish Skin Hood" as my responsibility. Many inscription masters in the imperial capital wasted a lot of precious time and some magic crystals because of this.

And I was also tricked by the Imperial Capital Magic Union and these inscription masters in the matter of the "Fish Skin Hood". Even though the fish skin hood was sold at a sky-high price in the magic market, I did not make those fish skin hoods again in the days after the "Fish Skin Hood" life magic pattern exhibition ended.

The inscription masters would come to the dock every day to supervise the installation progress of the five-masted sailing ship. From the beginning, they were full of confidence and gradually became doubtful. Later, when they saw the success of the magic transmission central array test, these inscription masters came to the dock again, their faces became very ugly. They even thought that Senior Dylan and I were cheating them from the beginning, and they were unwilling to meet Senior Dylan.

After entering the spring, the Royal Magic Academy in the imperial capital opened, and the inscription masters gradually felt the pressure from the magic market. A kind of "Fire Gathering" rune board made of red copper magic pattern line rune board and "Miniature Tornado" rune board appeared in the magic market at the same time. The copper hot pot and exhaust fan made of this rune board are inexpensive and durable.

This month, it almost swept the imperial capital with a crushing momentum and occupied most of the magic market.

During this period, the Xinliu Valley Magic Seal Workshop has been working at full capacity to produce non-stop. These low-priced magic items have begun to be loved by some small nobles in the imperial capital. They believe that using some of these low-cost magic items in daily life is a manifestation of petty bourgeoisie.

Magic items are gradually becoming civilian, and have become a trend in the imperial capital.

In the past, many people have always had a wrong understanding of magic. They think that magic is extremely mysterious and very scary.

But now, magic rune plates are gradually entering life. Whether it is fire gathering or fire gathering, it is of great help to the lives of people in the imperial capital.

An ordinary noble family without one or two magic items is like losing dignity.

…

After twenty days of continuous fighting, the entire five-masted sailing ship has been preliminarily assembled.

Senior Dylan and I stood on the deck and saw the last piece of fine gold rune plate inlaid on the hull. The metal rune plates of the entire ship were shining, and a trace of halo automatically flowed along the magic pattern line. These scenes were not seen by the ten ships in front.

It was obvious that the mobile teleportation array on this five-masted sailing ship was still very successful so far. At least the magic intersecting lines on these adamantine rune plates were all connected, and each small area was successfully tested.

Senior Dylan asked me with surprise: "Is it done?"

I shook my head slightly and said to Senior Dylan: "Some subtle points still need some adjustments. It's basically completed. Tomorrow we will start installing all the magic crystals on the gem base."

"Okay!" Senior Dylan said happily after hearing what I said: "Jijia, I really have you!"

Standing under the dusk, looking at this five-masted sailboat, the gleaming golden hull looked particularly eye-catching, and its golden reflection appeared on the dark lake.

Tomorrow, after the magic crystals are installed on the gem bases, the entire wooden frame that fixes the hull will be removed bit by bit, and the five-masted sailboat will be tested in the water. However, it is difficult to say whether it will work.

There were several inscription masters with very ugly faces standing on the pier. They had sullen faces and were hesitating whether to board the ship for a closer inspection.

Several boatmen on the dock have turned a blind eye to these inscriptionists and passed them by.

The inscriptionists probably felt that the sky was a little dark, and wanted to ask the boatmen to lead the way with lanterns, but they could not find any boatmen willing to help them.

Senior Dylan and I saw all these changes on the pier. I asked Senior Dylan: "Senior Dylan, are you not worried at all that the inscription masters will stand up to obstruct this?"

I originally thought that Senior Dylan had already taken preventive measures, but I heard Senior Dylan say: "There is no need to worry about this. No one can build a dock on Weiyang Lake without His Majesty Charles's permission."

His eyes fell on the adamantine rune board outside the hull, and he said to me: "This five-masted sailing ship with a mobile magic teleportation array was named by His Majesty Charles and asked me to build it."

He then stared at the several inscribers on the dock and said: "It's one thing that those inscribers can't draw it, but it's another thing to stop them. If they do anything detrimental to this five-masted sailboat, Things are only good for us and have no harm.”

Finally, he finally expressed his thoughts and said to me: "I just want to know now, after filling those gem grooves with gems, can this sea ship achieve the teleportation function?"

"Wouldn't you know if you try this?" I smiled at Senior Dylan and asked him: "If everything goes well with this ship, where will it be teleported?"

Unexpectedly, Senior Dylan said: "I really don't know this!"

"You don't know?" I asked.

Senior Dylan nodded and said, "Yes! At first, His Majesty Charles only removed the central system from one teleportation gate according to my needs, but I didn't know where the other teleportation gate was built."

I smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if I don't know. Anyway, we still have to conduct a teleportation test on this five-masted sailboat, and the answer will naturally come out by then."

…

When I came to the dock again the next afternoon, Senior Dylan had already led the boatmen on the dock to install all the magic crystals into the gem base.

When I got to the dock, I happened to see the wooden frames on both sides of a huge ship being dismantled bit by bit by the boatmen. The wooden frames were like stacked building blocks, and the dismantled logs were thrown into the sea one by one. Inside, it looks like melting ice and snow.

The people working on the five-masted sailing ship were all boatmen on the dock, while the crew of the Slave Trader had such a rare holiday after twenty days of busy work. They were gathering at the dock. There was a barbecue party on the lake beach, and there were actually professional chefs in charge of cooking at the party. Several chefs hired from outside were flipping the grill in front of the bonfire, and there were whole cattle and sheep on the grill.

Crispy and delicious roasted meats are constantly being cut from these roasted lambs and placed on silver plates.

It is more popular to drink ale here in the imperial capital. The large barrels of ale were moved aside, and the glasses were filled with glasses of wine.

These crew members who live at sea all year round seldom eat beef and mutton. When they taste this delicious food, they all exclaim in admiration. Almost every sailor is an alcoholic, and they drink cup after cup of it. He held the wine in his hand and drank it down frequently.

The aroma of barbecue wafting on the docks can also be regarded as a spur to the boatmen at these docks.

Bradford stood on the pier, yelling at the boatmen on the pier, urging them to quickly remove the wooden frames on both sides of the ship. If they can't finish this work today, don't eat!

…

After Dylan saw me, he quickly ran down from the boat and said loudly to me excitedly: "Jijia, we have preliminary tested the seven magic teleportation centers and everything is running normally."

I excitedly asked Senior Dylan: "So can I try the teleportation function today?"

"At least the boatmen have to completely dismantle the wooden frames on both sides of the hull. His Majesty Charles personally sent a member of the royal family to complete the initial teleportation with us." Senior Dylan walked up to me and hugged me. Shoulder, said to me: "Jijia, I really want to thank you this time."

I said to Senior Dylan: "Members of the royal family also want to participate in the first teleportation experiment of the mobile magic teleportation array?"

Senior Dylan smiled at me.

Just as he nodded, a magic caravan with a royal magic emblem slowly drove into the dock.

This magic caravan looked a bit familiar to me, and when the magic caravan stopped, Prince Wales stepped down from the magic caravan.

Behind him followed a team of knights, wearing heavy black iron armor and magic pattern armor, with a long knight's lance hanging on their horses. Judging from their clothes and magic pattern armor, they were all elite knights, and they were all guards following Prince Wales.

"It's Prince Wales!" Senior Dylan said in surprise.

From his expression, it was obvious that Senior Dylan didn't know that the person sent by His Majesty Charles would be Prince Wales.

After saying that, Senior Dylan took the lead to greet him.

I haven't seen Prince Wales for a long time.

This time when I saw him, I found that he was a little thinner. Perhaps because he had been resting for a while, he became more energetic.

He walked straight to the dock, and the knights behind him dismounted, holding the reins of the black-scaled horses in their hands, and followed Prince Wales, without saying a word, exuding a faint murderous aura. This was a team of elite guards around Prince Wales, about fifty people.

The boatmen on the dock didn't even dare to stop them and let them walk into the dock.

Prince of Wales walked straight to Senior Dylan and said to him: "Wales was ordered to conduct a teleportation experiment with Scholar Dylan!"

Senior Dylan smiled and said to Wales: "Prince of Wales, the royal military supervisor sent by His Majesty Charles turned out to be you!"

Prince of Wales then set his eyes on me, his eyes looked a little complicated, but he still nodded to me kindly and said: "When we met James at the Lakeside Manor the day before yesterday, we talked about you. I heard that this winter, the North Wind Corps of the Sloyt Province successfully drove the barbarians back to the north bank of the Running Horse River. Did you take Ying Li back to the North to hunt the barbarians?"

According to the etiquette of the Green Empire nobles, I need to salute in front of Prince of Wales, even if I am an earl.

I said to Prince of Wales, "Yes."

Prince of Wales stared at me with his eyes and asked, "I heard that you stopped a group of barbarians at the Belan Lake Pass during your hunting of barbarians, preventing the towns on the outskirts of Lavenham from being looted by those barbarian warriors?"

I looked at him and answered again, "Yes."

Prince of Wales patted my shoulder and said to me, "It seems that Yingli has a good eye for selecting people. Treat Yingli well. If I find out that you bully her, I will bring my Construct Knights to your door and punish you personally."

"..."Me.