Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 130 - 119: Lanci and the Bonds with Magic Engineering College_1

On a Monday morning.

As the first ray of sunshine fell on the Ichrite Academy campus, it rose at an angle, casting golden light on the red brick walls of the ancient buildings and making them shimmer slightly.

Native plants of Ichrite swayed in the morning breeze, trees and grass were covered by morning dew, spreading fresh perfume in the air.

As the birds sang in the dawn chorus, the grand door of the main library slowly opened. Students began to appear on campus, some were rushing to their early classes, some were enjoying their breakfast leisurely, with the occasional laughter.

Passing the green lawn where the Old Literature Building stands at the boundary of the Magic Engineering College, and walking a few more minutes, one can see a tower-shaped glass curtain wall building with a strong sense of art. The sun reflected off it, making it appear tall and bright.

On the fifth floor of this main building of Magic Engineering College.

In the dean’s office.

Professor Bolao was sitting at his desk, surrounded by blueprints, components, and various mechanical tools.

As soon as he arrived in his office, he took up a mechanical pencil and quickly drew on a semi-transparent blueprint. From time to time, he examined the small and sophisticated components placed next to his blueprint with his Magical Engineering Glasses.

His slightly raised pale hair glowed under the office lights. His eyes were focused, fully immersed in his work at hand.

Just then.

Two careful and slight knocks came from outside the door, seemingly hesitant, intending not to disturb Professor Bolao as much as possible, but there was urgent business.

"Come in."

Bolao didn’t raise his head. His deep voice was calm and powerful, apparently he was accustomed to be asked for help by possible people during his work interrupted.

The door was slowly pushed open, a beam of light poured in from the crack of the door. A young Magic Craftsman Teacher walked in, he gently closed the door behind him, and greeted Bolao:

"Professor Bolao, good morning, we received a contact from the Cardmaker’s Association, a student on Saturday’s Registered Card-making Master exam has been graded..."

The young Magic Craftsman Teacher’s hesitant voice echoed in this spacious room filled with blueprints and magic equipment, he still seemed not sure about the content of the document in his hand, he wanted to see it again.

"Silver Level?"

Professor Bolao stared at the blueprint on the table and asked listlessly. He would rather invest his time and energy in scientific research than such trifling events.

"No... it says here it’s Platinum Level."

Bolao stared at the production process and detailed analysis of the epic-level work [Shining Virtue], mumbling to himself.

Each Epic Card has uniqueness, will anchor the world, run through history, and the person who can create this kind of card will also have a bit of a legendary color, and cannot be possessed by a teenager in his teens.

"Do we really have such an amazing student?"

Professor Bolao didn’t think there was such a genius among the new and old students of the Magic Engineering College at all.

He knew all too well how much each student weighed.

Although to be precise, directly rating it as platinum is still gold, but as soon as he qualified, he would become a platinum level over time, as quickly as a few months, and as slow as a year. There would be students who become official Platinum Level Card Makers.

"... It’s from the Sage Academy, named Lanci Welfort."

The Magic Craftsman Teacher, who was standing in front of the desk like an attendant, saw that Professor Bolao was still focused on the analysis report of the Epic Card, so he could only awkwardly remind him.

"!"

Professor Bolao heard this name, the veins on his forehead jumped, and he slowly put down the file in his hand.

He has a fresh memory of this name.

"It’s really the rising sun..."

Bolao looked at the dawn outside the window and couldn’t help muttering to himself.

It was that bastard who had messed up the start-up terminal of the Artificial Shadow World, which caused him to have to abandon his research project at hand after Dean Loren pleaded for the Sage Academy, and rushed to repair it overnight.

Most importantly, they from the Magic Engineering College paid a huge amount of research funds, and the reimbursement has not been approved yet!

"Because the handover work from the Cardmaker’s Association is basically done with our Magic Engineering College, and the Sage Academy is not familiar with these contents, Dean Loren has made an appointment to pay you a visit later, and will bring Lanci Welfort to meet you."

The young Magic Craftsman Teacher felt the tension in the office and bowed to Professor Bolao, then prepared to retire.

He knew that last year the financial situation of the Hutton Kingdom was not good. The Magic Engineering College had its funding cut by 100 pounds each month and Professor Bolao was very upset. let alone this time when Lanci caused a huge loss of 8000 pounds before school started.

"I get it. Let Loren come over directly."

Bolao said through gritted teeth, the desire to wring someone’s neck was all too evident in his eyes.