Don't confiscate my citizenship

The two walked through the garden of the Alchemy Institute, which was like a sea of ​​flowers, and soon saw the buildings of the Magic Institute.

Only a few students walked out from the main building with books, as if they had just finished seeking answers from their tutors at the end of the semester.

Lan Qi and Hyperian walked side by side into the main building of the Magic Academy.

"Let's go back to Boss Cat's restaurant for dinner at noon."

He turned his head and said to Hyperion.

They agreed to challenge Shadow World in these two days, but they just took the bus back to the capital today, so naturally they had to rest for a day to adjust themselves.

"...Thank you for sending me home."

Hyperion thanked her.

Since the middle of the last semester, he would not let her be alone even if it was a few blocks away from Icerita College and Cat Boss Restaurant.

If Tata hadn't come to pick up Hyperion from school, he would have sent Hyperion to the Cat Boss restaurant.

"By the way, is it okay for you to meet Tata later?"

Hyperion and Lanci stepped onto the stairs together, thought for a while and asked again.

"It's okay. It might be a little awkward for me and her to be alone in the past two days, but it will be no problem for the three of us to be together in the Cat Boss restaurant."

Lan Qi waved his hand.

In fact, if you think about it optimistically, the extremely embarrassing thing that happened between him and Tata today could completely cover up the very embarrassing thing that the three of them had done at Nan Wantina.

The story of three people screwing around can finally be over.

Often, as long as the benefits of an unexpected accident are found, it will appear to be acceptable, even well-thought-out, and no longer seem like a mistake, and the embarrassment will naturally be resolved.

This is Lan's defense.

"Uh, that's okay."

Hyperion replied.

She felt that Lan Qi did have a good attitude.

He had just experienced a tragic social death early in the morning, and now that he was walking around the academy with him, he was thinking about it.

The words "Tata, you are so cute today...so cute that I want to eat you instead of breakfast" coupled with Lan Qi's voice, Hyperion still feels uncomfortable thinking about it now.

She believed that during the recent period, when Antanas and the others saw Lan Qi and Tata staying together, they would unconsciously think of this sentence in their hearts, and then they would try their best to suppress their expressions to prevent Lan Qi and Tata from letting go. Tower found.

Fortunately, Tata can't read minds, otherwise she would go crazy if she heard everyone around her repeating this sentence secretly in their minds.

…

The fifth floor of the main building of the Magic Academy.

director's office.

Professor Pollao was sitting at his desk, surrounded by drawings of magic components and measuring tools.

Not long after he arrived at the dean's office this morning, he was already holding a mechanical pencil and drawing accurately on the translucent blue paper. He occasionally stopped to use his magic engineering glasses to examine the uniquely shaped gadgets placed on the table. part.

The slightly raised pale hair occasionally trembled, and his eyes were completely immersed in the work on the table.

at this time.

There was a cautious and gentle knock on the door, as if he didn't want to disturb Professor Borao's work as much as possible.

"Come in."

Borao did not raise his head, his deep voice still seemed attentive, and he was obviously used to being asked for help by various possible people during the breaks in work.

The door was slowly pushed open, and a beam of bright light poured in from the crack of the door. Two young men and women soon walked in. They turned back gently to close the door, and then said hello to Bolao:

"Professor Pollao, good morning, we are back. How are you?"

Lan Qi's voice without a sense of distance echoed in this spacious room surrounded by innovative drawings and magic equipment, as if he had missed Professor Borao for a long time.

The first time I came here, I was brought here by Dean Loren because the artificial shadow world startup terminal was damaged during the platinum-level card maker review and enrollment.

As a result, Dean Loren was scolded a lot. Lanci thought about it and proposed that the Wilford family should compensate him. He and Professor Borao simply shook hands and made peace. Later, the relationship became more and more familiar.

Later, because the first floor of the old liberal arts building of the Magic Engineering Institute was the Public Magic Technology Service Center, the second floor was the new Magic Technology Creative Workshop belonging to Professor Polao, the scientific research leader of the Magic Institute, and the third floor was the Student Management Committee. Lan Qi and Hyperion would occasionally meet Professor Borao when they went downstairs, and they would say hello when they met.

"Huh? Ranch, Hyperion?"

Mr. Polao raised his head, took off his silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and placed them on the table, looking at the two people he had not seen for a long time.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. I was thinking that if you are still missing after a while, I will have to ask Loren."

He put down his work and showed a rare smile.

"Is there anything you need to talk to me about?"

Hearing this, Lan Qi probably had some guesses in his mind.

Professor Borao nodded, took out two candies from the drawer, pushed them to the far end of the desk, and motioned for Ranchi and Hyperion to sit across from his desk without being restrained.

"Your platinum-level card maker review has been almost completed. Next semester, you may go to Poson Kingdom to complete a final review and certification, and then help them complete the work of examiner for an exam."

Borao looked at Ranchi and said.

"So smooth? I thought there would be a lot of trouble."

Lan Qi nodded in surprise and sat down. He hadn't received such good news for a long time.

Lan Qi almost forgot that he was still a quasi-platinum level card maker.

After staying in the Northern Continent for so long, he had forgotten the association system in the Southern Continent.

"Although the Southern Continent Card Makers Association also has interest-related issues, fortunately, you are not well-known in the Southern Continent. Big shots who want to show off will not embarrass you, a newcomer with a clean resume."

Professor Pollao remembered that it was not easy for Milaya to obtain the platinum level certification. In comparison, Lanqi was a good kid who knew how to keep a low profile.

In fact, there are also political reasons. Currently, the Southern Continent Card Maker Association also hopes that Lan Qi can quickly become an official platinum-level card maker and then take over Mi Gaiya's job.

The Kingdom of Hutton is located in the easternmost part of the central part of the southern continent. The Kingdom of Aloran, which previously came to their school for an academic visit, is located to the east in the center.

The Kingdom of Posen is between the two, belonging to the eastern region. Although its land area is small, its humanistic construction and magic engineering technology are extremely developed.

There has been a shortage of examiners for the platinum-level card maker exam in the eastern region. The recent developments in the Kraiyu Empire have become confusing. No one wants to stay away from their own country, and it is difficult to second them from other regions.

What's more, countries in other regions are unlikely to allow their country's platinum-level card makers to travel at this time, and the security risks are very difficult to assess.

"Well, if I need to be the examiner, then I will naturally fulfill my responsibility."

Lan Qi looks like a good student.

Hyperion glanced at Lan Qi and said nothing.

Rocky McCarthy's success in the Northern Continent really has nothing to do with you, Ranch Wilford.

"Huberlian, let's go to Posen Kingdom together in the second half of the year."

Lan Qi looked at Hyperion beside him and asked.

"Should I go too?"

Hyperion pointed at herself and said confused.

"Of course, we must be together."

Lan Qi never thought about running to a foreign country alone.

"The association will be responsible for reimbursing the examiner's travel and accommodation for his assistant, so you don't need to worry about it."

Professor Borao sat behind his desk and reminded him abruptly, looking at the two young people from left to right, with a little sigh and impatience in his eyes.

"In addition, the assistant does not necessarily have to be able to make cards. Sometimes it is just a bodyguard or a tacit understanding of relatives and friends. As long as the examiner likes it."

"Oh, that's good."

Hyperion agreed, feeling that her schedule in the second half of this year would be fulfilling again.

Seeing that the matter was settled, Professor Borao was satisfied and took out a registration document of the Card Creators Association and handed it to them. Before Lanci and Hyperion could talk about the unlocking of the Shadow World permissions, Borao The professor spoke again.

"By the way, why did Dimensional Bishop Toliado give our school twenty thousand pounds?"

Professor Pollao looked at a bill on his desk with mixed emotions.

"ah?"

Lan Qi and Hyperion looked at each other.

Twenty thousand pounds can be used to build a building in the school.

Although the Son of Destruction is dead.

But it was hard to say who would be killed. They all thought that the Dimensional Bishop would not pay.

As for the multiple-choice question "Who was the culprit that led to the death of the Son of Destruction?" they have still been unable to answer the question.

"Then should we give him a pennant in return?"

Ranch asked.

Professor Pollao was silenced by Ranchi.

"good idea."

Professor Borao finally nodded in agreement.

The corners of Hyperion's eyes twitched slightly, are you really not afraid of making Bishop Ivanos of Destruction a bloody rage and go to Dean Loren to fight for his life?