A high-level mage who is only twenty years old?

A six-series high-level mage who is only twenty years old?

A six-series high-level mage who is only twenty years old and has only been exposed to magic for two years?

Although he barely maintained his demeanor and did not suddenly suffer a Parkinson's-like image loss like those around him, Kenneth A. Archzolti's heart was already shocked to an extreme degree. Although he was a

A veritable genius who is almost unparalleled among his peers. He is one of the twelve people standing at the top of the pyramid of the Holy Land of Magicians in the City of Miracles, but he was still easily overturned by the car!

Moreover, the man whose car turned over his eyes was still trying to dig mithril from the floor tiles of the teleportation square!

"Well, if you need samples, I will personally give you some later."

Kenneth coughed dryly, stopped Futaba's extremely disgraceful behavior of stealing floor tiles, threw out a breeze to lift up the girl in front of him who was almost lying on the ground, and said calmly: "Now, I need to do something for you first.

You go through the formalities to stay in the City of Miracles, and by the way, you can greet your sister after two years of absence, so..."

"Wow, really!"

Futaba interrupted Kenneth with a face full of excitement, and asked with gleaming eyes: "Uncle, are you really willing to give me half a ton of mithril for research?"

"Uncle...uncle?!"

Kenneth looked at Futaba with a strange expression. It took him a few seconds to realize that this girl seemed to have just said a very big number. He quickly raised his hand and said: "Wait a minute... I didn't...

..”

As a result, Futaba blocked his words with an exaggerated ninety-degree bow, and said loudly: "Thank you, uncle! If I can really work out a way to improve transmission comfort, I will definitely add your name to the end of the paper.

Da! Oh, by the way, what is your name?"

Under Diana's horrified gaze, the veins on Kenneth's forehead jumped twice with pressure, but after about two seconds of silence, he calmly reported his name: "Kenneth A.

Chizolti, the cousin of Diana A. Chizolti next to you, you can call me Mr. Kenneth."

"Hmm, Uncle Kenneth, you are so kind!"

Futaba smiled in a silly and cheerful manner, then trotted up to Kenneth, grabbed the latter's cuff, and shook it happily: "Then when are you going to take me through the procedures to get the mithril?"

The corner of Mist Moon Sage's mouth twitched hard twice, then he took a deep breath, shook it without leaving a trace... After shaking it several times, he shook off Futaba's little hand and said lightly: "

What you have to go through is the procedure to stay in the City of Miracles, as for that..."

"Half a ton of mithril?"

Futaba blinked innocently, her beautiful eyes filled with desires that were so pure that they couldn't be offended.

"You can't use half a ton for the time being. I'll get some for you from the underground warehouse of my mage tower."

Kenneth shook his head firmly, and then changed the topic: "Of course, if the research you just mentioned makes some progress and more experimental materials are really needed, I will continue to provide them to you as a sponsor.

material."

Futaba didn't bother anymore, just nodded with a smile and said: "Thank you, Uncle Kenneth. If possible, I would like to ask for two Nibelung roots for the follow-up materials."

"Little girl..."

Kenneth's eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice suddenly turned cold: "I should have made it very clear that the prerequisite for continuing to provide materials is that 'your research has made certain progress', right?"

Futaba stuck out her tongue, then raised her index finger to tap her forehead, and said with a particularly innocent smile: "There has been progress, I have just simulated it in my head, as long as the mithril board is

The space dissociation runes were compressed by 20%, and then three basic arrays split in reverse based on the Froud structure were engraved on the diagonal corners of the two groups, and then a little space was left at their joints to allow the upper wind element to

The gaps generated by the cycle and the preliminary preparation for low-frequency resonance are almost complete, but if we want to completely complete the 'same frequency' link, we need to use the Nibelungen's demon-feeding characteristics, which I don't have."

At the end of the sentence, Futaba lowered his head in embarrassment and rubbed his toes on the ground under the ghostly gaze of a large group of masters with simple limbs and developed brains. Two endearing blushes appeared on his face.

The next second...

"The Nibelungs you want, our Oliver Laboratory is willing to fully provide them!"

An old mage with white beard and hair strode out of the crowd, looked at Futaba with burning eyes, and said loudly: "Five... no! Ten plants! You can use them however you want, and you don't need to use mine."

Your name will be included in the paper, as long as you are willing to come to our laboratory for an afternoon every Wednesday... no, the first weekend of every month!"

Then he was blasted into the sky by a ball of vacuum that was compressed at least ten times. Then another old lady, who didn't have time to take back the staff, rushed out and smiled at Futaba: "Little girl, don't listen.

That old bastard in Lever is talking nonsense. He just wants you to provide him with free ideas. I can give you the Nibelungs you want. You don’t need to do anything. Just treat us as friends. You can call me Allah.

What sister."

"Damn it, sister Arash, old lady, can you please have some face?"

Another female mage who looked younger rushed out and took out a space storage bag sewn with silver thread and the skin of some kind of creature and threw it to Futaba: "There are twenty Nibelung roots in it.

Let’s go have a cup of tea with my sister~”

Futaba was startled, and subconsciously reached out to pick up the storage bag, which was obviously expensive just by looking at it, but found nothing.

"I'm sorry, Master Sandro. As early as a minute ago, I became the sole sponsor of this girl's first project after coming to the City of Miracles, so I don't need to worry about this matter."

Kenneth, who was standing by Futaba's side with his hands behind his hands, shook his head slightly, and then the storage bag, which was stagnated in the air by several mist-like silver hazes, flew back to the female mage's hand.

The latter nodded nonchalantly, not daring to look directly into Kenneth's sharp eyes, and teleported directly back to the crowd.

"Well, everyone, I'm sorry."

Kenneth smiled with satisfaction, then called Diana, who was still in a hooded state, to his side, caressed the ring on the index finger of his right hand, and disappeared together with the two girls.

And the surrounding onlookers had no choice but to disperse in frustration. Although everyone knew that with Kenneth's status, there was no need to personally go through any procedures for a girl who had just entered the City of Miracles, but no one among the people present was willing to do so easily.

To offend that [Sage of the Fog Moon], after all, although Kenneth A. Azizolti is not a narrow-minded person, his tolerance is definitely not big, especially within the limits allowed by the rules, if he wants to

When it comes to rectifying anyone, even many masters who are no less powerful than him have to weigh it a little bit.

What's more, no one knows whether the girl is a genius who is inexperienced in the world, or a mediocre person who can talk on paper. Although it seems worth investing in, it is not to the extent of trying to get close to her so early. After all, she can appear.

People in this city are all 'masters', and everyone outside is a powerful figure. There is no need to go to war over a little girl for the time being.

Of course, it's only temporary. If Futaba is really the kind of genius who is so unreasonable that he can easily solve the transmission load problem, then there may not be many people who can care about Kenneth's face, and the latter

He knew this very well, so he took Futaba and Diana away as soon as possible.

Because he had vaguely guessed it, that girl's idea seemed feasible!

...

two minutes later

The first ring of the City of Miracles, the top floor of the Chishua Spirit Advent Tower, the Fog Moon Pavilion

"Welcome to my mage tower, you can be whatever you want, girl."

Kenneth sat in front of a square table made entirely of some unknown silver-gray metal. Futaba, who looked like he could no longer be casual, nodded, and then a magic puppet wearing a navy blue waiter uniform quietly disappeared.

The ground appeared behind him, respectfully delivered two trays filled with refreshments to Futaba and Diana respectively, and said in a pleasant and slightly hoarse male voice: "Please use it slowly."

"I didn't expect you, brother, to still remember my preferences."

Diana smiled softly, picked up a piece of light pink pastry and nodded slightly to Kenneth.

"It's nothing to make a fuss about, Diana. I'm also your brother after all. Although I haven't fulfilled this responsibility very well over the years, I haven't forgotten what snacks you like to eat."

Kenneth glanced at Diana lightly, then casually grabbed a purple card as big as a bookmark from the air and threw it in front of Futaba, whose mouth was full of snacks: "This is the certificate for permanent residence in the City of Miracles.

, you need to sense its unique magic fluctuations, then condense any element of any attribute on your fingertips, adjust them to the same frequency as this certificate, and then sign it."

The next second, Futaba, who was desperately trying to push the food into his mouth with his left hand, raised his right index finger and wrote his name in the center of the card like a ghost drawing a charm, Chou Meng Chou Meng (mouth full of things).

Nodding desperately to Kenneth.

"Extraordinary elemental perception."

Kenneth, who had gradually become numb to this girl, glanced at the voucher in front of Futaba, then raised his right hand and snapped his fingers, without any warning, a string of "Kenneth A. Achizor"

Ti' branded the end of the certificate and chuckled: "Congratulations, Tal Rasha's apprentice. You are the only mage in the past fifteen years who has obtained the permanent right to reside in the City of Miracles before the age of thirty."

"Ton ton ton ~ Huh ~ Huh ~ Huh!"

Futaba, who took several sips of iced pumpkin juice, finally managed to swallow the food in her mouth. She gasped for a while before curiously asking: "In other words, there was someone who got this like me fifteen years ago."

Who has the right of residence?”

"It is the permanent right of the City of Miracles."

Kenneth corrected him calmly, and then raised the corners of his mouth with interest: "The person from fifteen years ago was me, but at that time I had already reached the epic level, and I was a few years older than you.

If compared with others, you may be even better than me in terms of talent."

Then Futaba didn't even have to be polite, but grinned proudly: "Hey, my mentor often praises me for my talent."

"Yeah, talent..."

Kenneth raised his eyebrows, leaned back in his chair and chuckled: "This kind of wealth that can hardly be acquired through any acquired means is very trustworthy. In my opinion, it is almost the first and most important thing in everyone's life.

That ruler, well, I'm glad I can talk about these things without being shy, after all the three people around this table have been blessed enough in this regard."

Futaba blinked and said softly: "I don't quite understand what you mean, Uncle Kenneth."

"There are many people who can understand what I mean. For example, your mentor, the equally talented senior, once sneered at my remarks."

Kenneth shrugged, spread his hands and said: "But you don't need to understand what I want to express. Think about the first topic that came to your mind after you first stepped into this floating city. That's what you really need to understand.

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To be continued...