Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 116

In Bosco's residence, the puppet maid Lillian brought in tea. Her exquisite body had a few silver glints on its joints, revealing a strange allure.

"Mr. Yaro, please wait a moment, the master will be back soon."

"Thank you," Yaro nodded slightly and smiled politely.

With her master away from home, why should Lillian, a mechanical maid, let people into the house?
And what she just said... does she have some kind of communication channel with Wizard Bosco?
Is Lillian the eyes of the wizard Bosco?
Yaro was extremely curious about how they communicated.

After all, judging from Lillian's appearance, she is unlikely to be a magical pet.

Is this contact information copyable?
If it is replicable... Yarrow, who comes from the information society, clearly knows how powerful the role of information networks is.

Holding the steaming teacup, Yaro sipped the tea intermittently, pondering to himself.

"It's just that it's not easy to ask about these things. Maybe I'll have to figure it out myself?"

Wizards believe in equivalent exchange, but this equivalence often requires equal strength.

Yaro believed it would be difficult for him to offer anything of equal value in exchange for this knowledge.

Even if he did have it, he wouldn't dare risk taking it out.

……

As rhythmic footsteps sounded, an aged voice interrupted Yaro's thoughts.

"Yaro?"

Bosco walked along, glancing at a stack of letters. He wore a single gold-rimmed spectacle, which added to his refined and gentlemanly air.

“Good morning, mentor,” Yaro bowed respectfully.

Bosco walked to the head of the table, sat down, took out a silver-white fountain pen from his chest, and began to sketch something on the letter paper, saying, "Sit down, there's no need for these formalities."

Yaro sat down again, glanced at the letter, but didn't look at it closely.

Spying is not a good habit, especially when facing a formal wizard.

Bosco seemed unconcerned that Yaro was right next to him. After finishing a drawing on a piece of paper, he neatly placed it on the table in front of him, as if to spread it out for comparison, and casually asked, "Is there something you need today?"

Yaro bowed respectfully, avoiding his gaze from the letter: "Mentor, I would like to resign from the matter of collecting fluorescent powder."

"I also wanted to ask my mentor, you've asked me to do the task alone, but can I buy the mirrors and rotating equipment from other people?"

Bosco put down his pen, looked up unhappily, frowned, and asked, "I gave you three months. What kind of answer do you think you should give me in those three months?"

How could Yaro not know?

From the moment Bosco started giving him a month, Yaro knew that he would have to forge all the equipment himself, which is why he negotiated for three months.

If only simple secrecy is required and it doesn't matter what others know about what has been prepared, Yaro can immediately purchase the complete set of equipment from outside.

After all, this experimental plan only requires three things to be prepared.

A huge light source, several large mirrors, and a drive.

Even if you add a measuring tape, there are only four items.

Whether it's one month or three months, it actually far exceeds the required time.

Yaro was merely trying to elicit what he wanted to say.

“Master, I have learned the heat fusion technique today, but after getting started, I realized that alchemy is so difficult.”

"Just like the making of mirrors, I originally thought it would be very simple."

"I never expected that just keeping the mirror flat would be so difficult. But the flatter the mirror, the harder it is for the silver liquid to adhere." "However, this experiment has very high requirements for the mirror. If the mirror is not flat, at the very least, it will not reflect light enough, making it difficult to see at a distance."

"In more serious cases, it can lead to irregular light deflection, thus affecting the final experimental results!"

Yaro went on and on, summarizing everything he had encountered before leaving home, which he had done by making a glass mirror.

The reason for this is that wizard apprentices must know 'heat melting' if they want to make glass mirrors on their own.

The temperature of over 500 degrees Celsius generated by thermoforming is just right to soften the glass, thereby allowing the glass to be shaped.

Because heat fusion can produce this effect, it in turn leads to the absence of tools for making glass mirrors on the market, just as a normal person would not have a ladder that is half a meter high.

Unless Yaro was prepared beforehand, the only possibility is that he learned the heat-melting technique.

Not to mention, it's highly unlikely that Yaro would fabricate a lie that could be easily exposed.

So on the surface, it seems that Yarrow was simply complaining about how difficult it was to make glass mirrors, but in reality...

"You've mastered the art of heat melting?"

Bosco raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.

This feeling is like seeing a first-grade student who can actually solve middle school problems. Although it's a bit surprising, you have to admit that he's a genius.

But it still doesn't quite match the feeling Bosco had when he saw those two proposals the day before yesterday.

When Bosco saw those two proposals, he almost thought he had wasted his entire life.

I began to doubt myself about my entire life!
once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking.

Having seen the stars and the sea, why would one be moved by a mere trickle of water?
Yaro, however, was unaware of all this. He sensed the calmness in Bosco the wizard's tone and felt a strange sense of unease.

"Seriously? Is this kind of thing normal?"

The main problem was that Jaro hadn't anticipated that the previous two proposals would have such a significant impact on Bosco.

It's just two simple experimental designs, isn't it?

Will I be able to advance to the rank of a full-fledged wizard, or will I gain immense power?
Without any of these conditions, how could a formal wizard possibly be moved by such a common experimental procedure?
"Looks like we'll have to resort to something drastic!"

Yaro composed himself, and without waiting for Bosco's reply, extended his left hand, his fingers slightly bent.

"Blazing Sword Technique, Iron-Refining Hands!"

It's basically about casting a heat-melting spell on your palm, then quickly moving it away and immediately switching to mental control.

It's essentially a way to quickly cast the Heat Melt spell.

"Tada!"

Ding Ding Ding-!
The pen rolled back and forth on the ground, splashing ink and leaving a trail of black droplets.

The crisp sound woke the old man. He came to his senses, a thought popped into his head, and after taking a deep breath, his face inexplicably turned ashen: "Did you learn this before?!"

Bosco believes he has been deceived, and that Yarrow is the liar!
If the previous example was a first-grade student solving middle school problems, Yaro's current performance is like a first-grade student who glanced at a middle school math olympiad problem and immediately gave the answer!
There is absolutely no other possibility than memorizing the answers to the questions!

This is—a case of trying too hard and making things worse?

As Yaro was about to explain, Bosco was already denying his own claims.

"No, you've only been enrolled for half a year. From the time you activated your mental power until now, you haven't had any time to study at all!"

(End of this chapter)