In 703 years, a hundred years have passed since the war that swept the whole continent of God. Lionheart Empire, Marseilles. As a famous port city, its prosperity ranks first in the whole empire. With the port as the line, Marseilles is divided into two distinct areas. East, that's the world of nobles. The nobles drank all night long, drunk and dreamy. As for the west of the city, this area, which is less than one third of the east, is home to more than 90% of the population of Marseilles-the poor! Poor people in rags have to go to the port to carry dozens of tons of goods every day, so that they can barely make ends meet in exchange for a few moldy pieces of black bread. This kind of life will last for decades, until they die and remain unchanged. However, in the last three months, a newly opened bakery has become a frequented place for these poor people. The owner of the shop is very young, it seems that he is just an adult, and there is only one younger girl on the staff. Unexpectedly, the boss's workmanship is very good. Baguettes, fairy biscuits, cheese, and a dessert called "Ice Spirit" that I don't know what to make. The poor who have only eaten black bread have tasted the food of the nobles for the first time. And the price of a copper coin, even for the poorest poor people, can be easily taken out. Therefore, the business of this bakery is excellent. Before dawn, there are already poor people lining up outside early. Good business is a good thing, but getting up early is particularly torturous. Lynn and Afna, who have been in store for more than three months, have not been able to adapt to this early life. "Mr. Magician, get up and make bread. " Fu Na Yi Luo, the fairy maiden, looked down through the second floor window. When I saw the long queue of people, I sighed lightly. When will this early day end? Lynn on the other bed also got up, sleepy. After living together for so long, they are more and more consistent in some aspects. He looked at fu na, hate hate way. "I hate bread. " Fu na, while dressing, daily comfort. "Mr. Magician, you need gold coins to build a demon spell school. " She uttered a fatal reality. "We need bread to earn gold coins. " "Fu na, thank you for reminding me, but that's magic, not a demon spell! " After a long time, Lynn was helpless about the idea that the fairy girl still equated magic with demon spells. Just stuffed a few cookies left over from yesterday in their mouths, and Lynn and Afna went to the kitchen and started work. Mix it with egg flour, then shape it with a special mold, and finally put it in the oven. This is the first step. Common process. Only at the last step, Lynn did not use the oven. Surging spirit, dozens of fireballs emerge. "Mr. Magician, your fireball seems to be much bigger than before." Looking at the small fireball playing the role of an oven, Afna was surprised to open her mouth. Lynn gave her a happy look. Yes, the meditation in these months has not paid for itself, and the effect is still obvious. "Fairy lady, you also found my magic progress? ’ Fu na dazed, then shook her head, serious expression. "No, Mr. Magician, I just want to say that if you don't control the flame, the bread will be burnt. " Lynn bowed her head and saw that the bread was going to be burnt, so she quickly reduced the transmission of magic. Soon, the first batch of bread was freshly baked. He first used an invisibility technique to hide the unique transparent wings of the goblin race behind Afna, and then opened the door, and hung up the signboard that was in business outside. Long-awaited customers came in one after another, honestly threw copper coins into jars, and then took the bread from the counter. Such rules are naturally not because of how high the moral standards of these poor people are, but because of their unruly hands and feet. Last month. Has been Lynn and fu na mercilessly tidy up a meal, the rest of the poor had to follow the rules. Things. Busy for three hours in a row, until it was already bright, the crowd finally decreased a lot, and Lynn finally had time to have a rest. Let Afuna guard the counter, and he went back to the second floor. Close your eyes, open them again, and countless information suddenly appears within the horizon. [Host: Lynn. 】 [Occupation: Magician of all departments. 】 [Equal order: first order. 】 [Props: primary healing scroll, magic wand, space teleportation scroll. 】 [Main task: Build the Magic Academy (named after magic and included in the Imperial Academy Handbook), current status: unfinished. 】 [Side task 1: Recruit magic apprentices, task progress: 1. 】 [Note: Please use magic with caution. The Holy See of Light will tie all heresy to the stake and pray for forgiveness of the God of Light with the stake. 】 In this world where there is no magic, the system just released the task of establishing a magic college. But the light of God is everywhere, and the Holy See is the most powerful organization of Terran. The word "magic" is associated with the demon creatures in the abyss. If magic is really used as the name of the college, it is easy to be recognized as heresy by the Holy See of Light, and then it is tied to the stake to be purified. "Fortunately, at the beginning from the kingdom of light smuggled into the empire of Lionheart, otherwise, how could this task be completed? " Thinking of this, Lynn felt more and more that she had made the right decision. People's three major forces, Lionheart Empire, Adventurer Principality and Light Kingdom. The former, as a country rising in the Dragon War, has always been known for its toughness in external means, especially over the years. Repeatedly clashed with the Holy See of Light, and even actively expelled hundreds of archbishop-level figures more than a decade ago. Whether the Holy See of Light wants to admit it or not, in the empire of Lionheart, the light of God of Light can't shine on every corner. This also provides a relatively safe environment for Lynn's next magic school. These distant things aside, there is one of the most important problems before him at present. How can the future magic school be recognized by the empire? A college whose principal is under 20 years old and whose members are destined to be only a few really needs to register with the public security office. Words, even will be directly blown out? Not to mention the college assessment task after that, which can only be completed if you really have to move a knife with an alien! Lynn has a clear understanding of his own strength. He doesn't think he has the ability to run to the territory of humanoid creatures at present, and can walk back after destroying a tribe.

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