I made up magic and taught a world-destroying witch?

Chapter 88 Repair Techniques

The fisherman looked at his broken fishing rod, then at the two copper pots in Mia's arms, and then at Joseph and Grace's clothes, which clearly didn't look like those of locals. His expression became somewhat subtle.

"You?" the fisherman asked.

Mia nodded: "I can give it a try."

The fisherman's tone wasn't malicious, but he clearly didn't believe it, saying, "Little girl, this isn't a toy."

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Mia opened her mouth, then subconsciously looked at Joseph.

She does know a little bit of basic repair. If it's just a broken fishing rod, she can find a suitable thin piece of wood to stick on both sides of the crack, then wrap it tightly with thin copper wire or hemp thread, and finally apply some glue or a paste made from fish skin.

In the past, when the wooden handles in the blacksmith's shop cracked, my father would sometimes make do with them.

But if the healing magic the gentleman mentioned—

Mia looked down at her hands. She knew how to move them, but she didn't know how to use the magic the master had mentioned.

If the fishing rod were burned to ashes, the fisherman might sell her and the greyback fish to a soup stall.

Seeing that Mia didn't speak, the fisherman shook his head and said, "Never mind, if your college girl makes it worse, I'll have to whittle it down again. Although it's already bad enough as it is."

Mia blushed slightly, and Joseph, who was standing nearby, felt a flutter in his heart upon hearing this.

This thing was already broken, so even if it fails to be repaired, it won't be any worse than it is now. As long as the price isn't too outrageous, it's perfectly acceptable to buy it and use it as a student practice material.

Most importantly, it's not unreasonable to include this information in the reimbursement form, right?

"I'll buy this fishing rod."

"what?"

Mia looked up at him too: "Sir?"

"If we're going to let you practice, we can't let others take the risks," Joseph said.

The fisherman scratched his messy beard, as if he'd heard something utterly incomprehensible: "Teaching with a broken fishing rod?"

"Yes, how much?" Joseph asked.

The fisherman hesitated for a moment: "This rod was still usable; it wouldn't have broken if that thing hadn't been so strong. If you really want to buy it—"

He glanced at Mia, then at Joseph, and finally said, "Ten silver coins."

Joseph immediately felt that this man had a conscience. Buying a broken fishing rod for ten silver coins seemed like a loss on the surface, but when converted into practical materials for the project, it was a huge profit. Joseph paid the money very readily.

The fisherman felt somewhat uneasy after receiving the silver coins.

He had assumed these professors were simply taking their students out to broaden their horizons and perhaps see the locals make a fool of themselves. He never expected this professor to actually buy a broken fishing rod just so the red-haired girl next to him could practice.

What a strange person.

Mia carefully picked up the broken fishing rod and squatted down by the pontoon bridge to examine it closely by the light. Grace also walked over to her side.

The angler was about to rearrange his fishing line, but when he saw the two little girls actually looking at the broken line, he couldn't help but come over.

"It's not a treasure, why are you looking at it so closely?" the fisherman said.

Mia ignored him, reached out and touched the broken edge, whispering, "If it's just a normal repair—you can first smooth the broken edge a bit, then insert a thin wooden core, then wrap it with copper wire or fish tendon, and finally seal it with glue. It should still work, but it will be stiff for a while when you bend it."

"You actually know a thing or two?"

Mia nodded immediately: "My father is a blacksmith, and I've seen him repair tool handles before. The handles of hammers, long pliers, and the connection points of axles, although different from fishing rods, should be similar in some places."

"The blacksmith's family?" The fisherman was somewhat surprised, then glanced at her again. "No wonder."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Joseph again, and became even more certain that this professor was willing to let her try.

So it turns out he didn't just casually bring a student out to play and lend her this broken fishing rod to practice. A professor is a professor, after all.

Komia looked at the broken fishing rod, but her expression didn't relax much.

She whispered, "But if we're to fix it according to the new magic the master mentioned, I don't know how to do it."

Joseph looked at her: "What do you mean?"

Mia said with some distress, "If I were to do it alone, I would probably know how to cut and patch it."

But if I use a stove flame—I'm afraid I'll burn the wood directly.

She then said softly, "Repairing and heating are not the same thing, are they?"

The fisherman couldn't help but chuckle when he heard Mia's words: "You need magic to fix a fishing rod?"

"Little girl, a fishing rod is a fishing rod. If it breaks, you either tie it up or replace it. Do people in your academy even give long names to the ropes they tie?"

The fisherman, somewhat bored, walked back to his spot to pack up his things, muttering as he did so, "Where in this era are there any magicians who can use restoration magic? Dream on."

Mia immediately looked up and retorted, "Sir is a very powerful great magician!"

The fisherman paused for a moment, then turned and glanced back at Joseph.

Joseph: "————"

Mia, your trust is commendable. You don't need to raise your voice so loudly next time.

However, he had actually figured out how to revise the lesson plan when he was experimenting at the training tower the day before yesterday, so there's nothing wrong with using it to teach now. After all, providing students with some ideas on the spot will help him acquire new magic.

Joseph looked around and quickly spotted a small piece of rotten wood in the pile of junk at the fisherman's feet, which looked like scrap taken from the old pontoon bridge.

He pointed and asked, "Can that piece of wood be used?"

The fisherman paused for a moment, then asked, "What do you need it for?"

"Demonstration".

The fisherman's expression became even stranger, but since he had already received ten silver coins, he couldn't very well refuse to accept them. He casually kicked the rotten piece of wood over.

"Whatever, nobody wants it anyway."

Joseph picked up the piece of wood, broke it in half, and placed it on an empty wooden box next to him.

Mia and Grace immediately moved a little closer, and the fisherman, though saying it was boring, moved over to watch.

Joseph recalled the lesson plan he had prepared in the training tower and began to say, "The first step in repair should be to confirm the original state of everything you want to repair."

Mia nodded in agreement. Joseph stretched out his hand, and at the same time, a purple spell slot in his mind lit up. A thin purple line extended from his fingertip, temporarily piecing the two split sides together.

Even broken in two, they are still one: a torn strip of wood, a broken key, shattered ceramic pieces—

They have all left a complete mark in the long river of time.

This principle is reflected in your knowledge; you should first understand how to restore the object to its original state.

Mia and Grace gaped slightly, and the fisherman's previously skeptical expression froze.

What... what is this purple line?