Infrastructure starts from the game

Angel met the rune apprentice he had recruited a week and a half after signing the agreement with the Magic Association.

Four days later than President Hume promised.

"Sorry, I was delayed on the road." Will, the assistant to the president of the Magic Association, said in shame.

Angel said it was understandable.

After all, this world has not yet developed high-speed rail, and the speed of steam trains is not fast. It takes three days and three nights to go from the city of academy to the capital of magic. If there is something wrong, the delay is calculated by the number of days.

"Thank you for your hard work." Angel said politely.

He glanced at his prospective employees.

It's not the first time Angel has recruited employees (well, the last caesarean section is not counted). In his previous life, the game company he worked for was barely considered a big factory, and he would do this every year during the graduation season.

In Angel's impression, the children recruited by the school are a bunch of silly spores.

They have not experienced the beatings of society, and most of them think highly of themselves. They are full of the idea of ​​producing 3A masterpieces to save the game industry. The invisible horns on their heads can branch out into three or four forks. It can't be screwed straight, so Angel must be prepared to give them a blow in the head.

In another world, becoming a magic major graduate would probably be the same... right?

At least the rookie mages Angor met in the mage tower before were similar.

But the teenagers standing here now look like they have been severely beaten. They don't have the spirit of teenagers at all. Most of them have numb eyes and dull expressions. Even if they are in the place where they will work and live in the future, their eyes seem to be dead None of them were curious at all, and the timid ones even kept staring at the ground.

Even with Angel's emotional intelligence, he felt the atmosphere was a bit strange.

Angel couldn't help but look at them a few more times, especially the one with the strongest magic fluctuation among the group of teenagers.

The child really has a pair of horns, but it's not antlers, but a pair of huge arbor horns, twisted three times on both sides of the head, like a devil, but unfortunately, his expression is dull like an old goat, Staring straight at the air in front of him, Angel was really afraid that he would bleat and lower his head to eat grass.

Assistant Will noticed Angor's gaze, and he wanted to say something.

But Angel didn't wait for him to speak, and looked away as if he was not interested, and looked at the chubby middle-aged man next to Assistant Will.

Among a group of teenagers, the existence of this middle-aged man was the most unreasonable.

"This is...?" Angel asked.

"This is a friend of Dunlop's branch president," Assistant Will said with an awkward smile, "he heard about your recruitment by chance, so he came over to take a look."

For some reason, he did not introduce the identity and name of the other party.

"Hehe, that's it, you don't need to mind me." The chubby gentleman said with a smile.

Angel did not want people to visit.

It's just recruitment, Angel doesn't want the Magic Association or anyone else to intervene too much in his workshop.

——In the final analysis, his social terror committed a crime.

"There's nothing to see," Angel frowned. "These children must have worked hard to get here after a long journey, so they should rest early today."

"No interview?" Will asked in surprise.

"In two days, wait for everyone to adjust their status?"

"Well, can you hurry up?" Assistant Will asked, "The association hopes that you can make a decision quickly so that we can adjust the quota of other graduates."

As he said this, he looked at the students again, "You don't have to worry about everyone's condition, we have already had a good rest on the train, and everyone hopes to get the results sooner... right?"

His last sentence was addressed to the students.

No one answered.

The scene was a little silent, and Will smiled awkwardly at Angel.

"Okay, if you want to do that," Angel nodded, but he still didn't mean to interview immediately, he just said to everyone, "Before that, everyone, come with me to pack your luggage and have a meal Say it again."

"Take it as a visit to the living conditions of future employees, meow!" Mithril smoothed things over behind Angor.

It's not for Will's assistant, but for the middle-aged fat man.

Mithril felt that the fat man was vaguely familiar, and remembered that he was a person with status, so he thought it better not to offend him.

It's a pity that Angel doesn't have this awareness at all.

He turned his head and left after speaking, regardless of other people's reactions.

The teenagers looked at each other, and one of the teenagers with short gray hair followed Angor first, and then the other teenagers followed one after another.

Assistant Will and the middle-aged fat man fell behind.

Will dryly apologized to the middle-aged fat man, "I'm sorry, Mayor Owen, the owner of the workshop doesn't know who you are..."

"It's okay, isn't this exactly the effect I want?"

The middle-aged fat man known as "Mayor Owen" said with a smile, he didn't seem to be dissatisfied.

Seeing the other party's reaction, Will frowned instead: "But..."

"The treatment of graduates is also one of the key points of the Magic Association?" Mayor Owen said: "We also just have a look at how the workshop arranges these children!"

Owen looked at Angel's back.

Owen Simmore, the mayor of Cecilia, met Will, the assistant to the branch president of the Magic Association, on the train.

At that time, Mayor Owen had just returned from a routine meeting in the capital.

That meeting pissed Owen off.

It's not that there is something wrong with the theme of the meeting, but that some bastard tentatively proposed to abolish the magic part of compulsory education in the meeting!

Owen knew that it was the wind of some big figures above.

They didn't intend to let common people learn magic from the beginning, but when they promoted compulsory education, they needed magicians with high positions in the academic world to stand for them, so they added magic courses to compulsory education, and now they have got what they want What you get is naturally ready to kill the donkey.

But what angered Owen the most was that many high-level mages in the capital actually agreed with this view!

They feel that compulsory education has been practiced for so many years, but few real mages have been cultivated. It is a waste of resources to send them to Academy City. Besides, there are no jobs. It is better to abolish this course, which is easier for everyone.

Those idiots didn't think about it at all, because industry has replaced the use of mages below the middle level, and low-level mages no longer have a noble status. !Those who go to Academy City to study magic now are just ordinary people!

Even this part of the source of students is gone, and the middle and lower levels of the entire mage system have been completely emptied—it’s almost the same now, so many middle-level mages have to leave the mage tower because they lack assistants and cannot continue their own research—could it be that those high-level mages Do mages think they alone can continue the future of magic? !

Owen was so angry that he turned the table over at that meeting, and the discussion naturally ended.

Owen still felt uneasy.

He thinks those guys won't give up their intentions so easily—that group of mercenary guys can't wait to send all the kids to factories to work for them after simple education is the best!

So when Owen came back and passed the Academy City, he kind of wanted to get off the car to see those seeds who cared about the future of the magic world.

Unexpectedly, he didn't have time to get out of the car, but saw the assistant of the Magic Association leading a group of teenagers into the car.

"The employment distribution for this year has been arranged?"

Mayor Owen was very surprised. Of course he knew that his old friend Hume lost a lot of hair every year because of the assignment of graduates.

Owen is very optimistic—because he is not the person actually in charge of this matter—he feels that when the Mage Tower is really short of people, it will always be willing to train civilian magicians who graduated from the Academy City.

Maybe this year is the turning point?

Owen asked enthusiastically: "Which mage tower are they going to?"

After asking this sentence, Owen felt that the atmosphere was not right.

Owen is not Angel's EQ. He noticed that when he mentioned the Mage Tower, some teenagers showed unwilling expressions, and some teenagers had sad faces. Among them, the smoky-haired teenager hugged him tightly. The suitcase, the finger bones are pale from the exertion.

"What's going on?" Owen's voice cooled down.

"Aha..." Will smiled wryly.

He settled the students, and then told Owen about the recruitment of rune masters by Magic Gear.

Owen was furious after hearing this.

"Nonsense! Can the alchemy workshop compete with the mage Tabi?!"

He knew why those teenagers had that kind of expression: Isn't everyone majoring in magic to become a mage after they come out?In the end, it was not the mage's tower but the alchemy workshop, no wonder the teenagers looked ashamed.

"And didn't Magic Gear almost go bankrupt? Even if it is to solve the employment problem, it shouldn't be sent there!"

For a moment, Owen suspected that the Magic Association in Cecilia City had also betrayed him.

"Their financial problems seem to be solved, and they have found a backstage look."

Will recounted President Hume's speculation that day.

But Owen didn't like this: "The Roy family? Huh, why are they interested in revival magic?"

That's a complete king's party!

Although the Roy family used to be a magical family, what they have always been good at is to play with the wind, especially when the Industrial Revolution came, this family immediately abandoned the magic tradition and chose to embrace the thighs of the new nobles, and in their long-term When the girl was five years old, she was betrothed to the future crown prince.

Owen couldn't imagine that family supporting an alchemy workshop.

Owen said angrily: "That fellow Hume is a fool! Wait, I'll pull off the last few hairs of his hair when I get back, so that he can wake up properly!"

"Mayor Owen..."

"My lord, the magic gear is the alchemy workshop of Cecilia's family, the Cecilia who gave the name of the city of magic."

When Will didn't know how to persuade Owen, a word from Owen's old housekeeper made Owen calm down.

"The Cecilia family..."

Owen sighed and leaned back in his seat.

"For the sake of its former glory, I'll go and have a look first," Owen said, but his chubby face was full of murderous intent, "But if he wants to ruin those magic seeds, even the Cecilia family, I I will never let it go!"