Your penmanship is awful.
Yeah, public schools fault. Writing properly always required too much effort to learn.
There are certain disciplines in magic that require calligraphy, Joey Luciani.
Ok, ok. Is the contract any good?
One thing I did not expect from Lord Juler is that he would go full-Dolores-Umbridge on . Apparently, all self-respecting future [Archmages] write student-teacher contracts in blood, Joey Luciani. Thanks to an impromptu [Numbness] spell, it wasnt so bad. And Lord Juler said I would get a nice surprise very soon.
The contract is ready. She just needs to sign with her own blood, and it will be enforced.
A magical contract ant that there was no way out of this. If she leaked information about what I was going to teach her, she would be tortured. Plus, even if she was abducted, this contract magically enforced her silence. To be more precise, if she sohow managed to say anything about my magic, she would imdiately be stabbed with unimaginable pain. But I wasnt really concerned about that. From how Lord Juler explained the contract, it was sort of a magical geas that would make it virtually impossible for her to spill the beans. There are a few counterasures, but the [Supre Archmagus] said it would take soone of his caliber to crack the thing.
I hope Domitilla wont be freaked out, I sigh.
I had promised Julias daughter to teach her magic, and I had almost forgotten. Then, Lord Juler brought it up during lunch. Apparently, it was common for [Mages] to be either students or teachers. Sotis, both.
Even though I have many things on my plate already, it would feel improper to refuse a bit of teaching. Plus, I plan on simply starting from the first 23 Cantrips and taking it from there based on whatever she wants to learn. My fundantals are solid, incredibly so. But my knowledge of specific magic falls short of pretty much any trained [Mage].
I look up from the contract at my desk, still bloody fresh, and I realize I need a burger. Its like one of those whiny pregnant lady monts when the woman, based on cravings that have no scientific basis, wants sothing; however, she fras it as needing it.
At this mont, I need a burger.
Now, you might think, Joey, but you have a bakery, not a restaurant. Well, yes. And no. I do have cooking stations supplied with little grills and air ventilation needed for grilling stuff indoors. I havent yet shipped my countrys trademark dish to the market, but Im prepared for ergencies.
The day my special burgers and a revisitation of the club sandwich hit Amorium, I will probably be the richestmhh.
I go down the stairs, and as Im stepping on them, I shout: Stanimal! Are we the richest food-makers in town?!
I notice that so adventurers are at the tables, consuming hot lunch. So of them are trying out burgers and other at-based dishes. Hell, Im not having vegan options on my nu. Theres this guy in Italy, a mayor or sothing, who owns a restaurant and claims that even his salad has animal fat in it.
Thats my role model.
Stan cos out of the kitchen with his usual relaxed attitude. He was probably instructing the new recruits aboutand I see Master Lakaris right behind him.
Oh.
I forgot about that.
Once again.
The [Architect] looks at with a raised eyebrow.
Our inco might be the highest, yes, Stanimal says without blinking.
Huh.
Then we dont need burgers that fast, do we? To make money, at least. We need burgers on a different level, though. Spiritually. What country has no burgers to placate the masses and fulfill ones spiritual needs?
Sotis, when I went to church with my mother, I imagined eating burgers while kneeling. You know, theres this mont during mass where you think about your sins or stuff like that while kneeling? Ok, imagine thinking about your burger. A culinary experience that completely absorbs you, physically, tastily, emotionally, spiritually. Thats what the apex of civilization ought to look like.
Joey, would you be so kind as to co down so that you can look at the blueprints that Master Lakaris has sketched? I tried imagining what you might like here, but you can probably understand how that could be difficult. It would help getting your input before we depart for the academy.
Right, the duels. Thats a problem, though, isnt it? What am I going to do for Antoninuss mom?
Their academy hides great secrets of power, Joey Luciani. You might find so of what you need. Sadly, not all my knowledge is available to . Injecting my soul into the book was a process
Yeah, I know. You already told , Lord Juler. It wasnt a clean process. It could have affected your mories because it was post-mortem, and you had to funnel your spirit through a spatial hole.
I wait for a zap, but, for once, he doesnt seem inclined to punish my insolence. Well, so good news every once in a while, at least.
Sure, can we discuss the thing after I make so food? Also, Domitilla should be coming soon for our first lesson. I just finished up the contract for our apprenticeship.
Sure, Stan says.
I start walking to the kitchen, but as soon as I pass my Stanimal, he grabs my arm.
Lucillus heard from Antoninus that you ntioned curing Rottenbone, Joey.
I turn my eyes to his silver beard first and then to his deep eyes.
Yeah. I have been trying to figure that out.
And so Lucillus says, Joey. Rottenbone. I cant cure Rottenbone.
Huh.
Right.
I didnt really tell Stan, did I?
Yeah not going great, to be honest.
And you are researching one of the most elaborate curses in existence to save a woman who has a terminal case? I searched Antoninuss place. And I found potent spells to numb her pain, increase her response to the curse, and slow it down. That should be beyond, far beyond, your capabilities.
His stare glues to the ground.
Im curious to hear how youd do that. I just want to make sure that my niece is in good hands.
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