被男人吃奶很爽的毛片

"Mr. Leone, would you like to use your work gloves?

"Oh, I don't need it. I don't know what to do anymore."

After Oswald confirms, he leaves Leone's jacket. It looked familiar.

"Step back. It's because I have to have something."

"Lord Leone, is this such a dangerous grant?

"No, I'm just not good at magic control. I didn't learn anything when I was a kid, and I just made magic stones."

In response to Wolf's question, Leone answered with her black eyes pointing at the sword.

Those with some magic are taught magic control, whether they are nobles or ordinary people.

Those with physical strengthening are with those who are taught control early. Neither of them is used in a dangerous way.

Study in schools and, in some cases, shrines by the state, if the family cannot teach. Both are free.

However, the fact that they were made of magic stones without even being able to do so can only be assumed that the guardian knew the danger and made them do it as a job -

Daria was silent and waited for her voice to continue.

"I went to the Magic Department, but I couldn't get a constant low magic output, so Carlo taught me how to control it."

"To my father?

Leone is supposed to be your senior. I don't know why my junior father is teaching me.

"I wasn't sure about the teacher's instruction, but Carlo's training was easy to understand. I started by drilling holes in metal plates and passing through magic, but it hurt a lot."

"You remember. In front of Senpai Carlo with a smile, the members were holding their fingers together."

"If you fail, it will come to your fingertips...."

When I remember my childhood routine, Darya laughed.

Volff looked strange and explained the training.

"I drilled a hole in the metal plate that was coated with magic seal silver and put magic through it. If you can't control it to go straight through the hole, the magic will bounce back to your fingertips, which can hurt a little."

When the magic bounces back, it hurts as much as a slight slap on the finger.

It hurts a lot if you fail in succession.

Even though it's a big hole, it doesn't work, and sometimes it makes my fingers bright red.

I thought it was a very ordinary magician's training, but it seemed to be my father's own.

Incidentally, my father, Carlo, had his hair through a gap of about one, branching at the tip of it.

Darya is a control that can't be done yet.

"Did Darya do that training too?

"Yes, I used to do it when I was little. If I keep failing, it hurt."

"When I was little..."

Oswald had a subtle look on his face, whether it made him feel better, or whether he remembered the pain of failure.

"We don't have much time. Let's get started."

"Darya, prepare for the 'Magic Shake'. Master Wolff, may I speak to Darya?

"Okay."

"Magic Shake" is a condition similar to motion sickness, which is shaken by strong magic such as granting.

Previously, when I visited the award of Uros, the director of the castle magic equipment production department, I was about to turn my eyes unarmed.

Volff stood up aggressively and covered me.

"No, it's okay, I'll get ready."

I appreciate Oswald's concern, but behind Volff, I can't see Leone's grant.

It was I who drew the magic diagram and wished to grant it.

If you are willing, you will not fall down.

Volff looked worried for a moment, but said nothing.

"Now, let's get started."

Three seconds after the words, the dark magic spread over the desk.

Darya opens her eyes unexpectedly.

I've seen my father, Oswald, and high school teachers and classmates, as well as Uros and Carmine, the magicians of the royal castle.

Each magic is like a ribbon or a thread - the magician with a lot of magic saw the movement around like a cloth.

However, the award that was being made in front of us was quite different.

Leone's hands spread out on the work table.

The white magical solidification with blue appeared in between. It sucks up the scallop powder in the tray and turns it into an infinitely strong purple.

"Inflammatory fixation"

Leone's black eyes turn blue and deep blue.

From the holding hand of a one-handed sword placed on the work desk to the cutting edge, magic runs like a violent red snake - instantly drawing a dark red magic circuit.

In the meantime, just a few seconds. It's too soon to miss a moment.

"Oswald"

It seems he just called his name and got through. The silver-haired lord gently turned his sword upside down.

Leone grants the second time as is.

The red magic running through the back quickly drew the magic circuit.

"Done"

The Lord, who painted the magic circuit on one hand sword, murmured as if he were talking to himself.

Then he closed his hands and scattered the round magic that remained on the desk.

In a moment, your body feels like it's taking you with it.

"Darya, are you okay?

"It's okay."

I was putting pressure on my feet, but it seems Volff next to me noticed.

I was holding on tight, but I almost fell back.

Kill the thin nausea with his throat, and Darya pretends to be calm.

"I don't think it's a problem...."

Leone flips her sword once.

The deep red sword reflected blue and white light when moved.

But I don't feel any magic.

Besides, I couldn't see any lines in the magic circuit.

Where did that clear circuit go? If the grant fails - when he thinks so, he lifts the sword with both hands, takes two steps back, and then grasps the pattern again.

"Eh...?

The moment I felt the magic waves in the air, a red magic circuit appeared on my sword.

The gradient from red to yellow wrapping the blade remained unchanged, but it became bigger once and twice - it disappeared unexpectedly.

Along with that, the magic circuit becomes invisible.

"I made the magic circuit invisible unless I cast my magic. That's what two scales mean. Half of them were used for power and half for cover. I'm sorry I can only say it with my senses, but if I give it a hit with a higher magic, it won't look like it's inside."

"Concealment - does Red Dragon scales have that effect?

"There may be homogeneous species. The young dragon seems to be melting around, making it hard to see."

"Little dragon...."

Instead of a dragon, I imagined Jonas as a child and rushed to obliterate it.

And it's not the same story.

"Even if the person is an adult, depending on the magical period and the amount of magic, she is still treated as a child."

Oswald, who seemed to see through, said in a cool voice.

"Yonas Sensei, who is still a toddler...."

I just want to crush Volff's leg on the side.

Even though I switched my head, my imagination just came back.

"Chairman Darya, if Lord Jonas put magic into this, it will be quite a firepower. You understand that, don't you?

"Yes, I'm asking. When the fire spreads considerably. However, they don't have as much firepower as the wizards of the royal castle, and if it's going to be a fire, Master Gouid will stop it."

It is the word of Goethe that I heard via Volff.

But when Leone wrinkled thinly between his eyebrows, he shifted his gaze to Dalia's side.

"Lord Wolff, aren't you a little under-reported to the producers?

"I'm sorry, but I thought it was just Dr. Jonas - it was superficial."

Volff went on explaining that he didn't know what it meant.

"The fire spreads much bigger than when Professor Jonas put magic into it."

"I heard that. But if you shake your sword, won't the fire go out? There's no magic in the wind...."

"If you keep putting magic in, you may be able to use it continuously, and you may be able to point your sword in the right direction. In fact, Professor Jonas was so powerful that his sleeve with the sword burned."

"No way, did Professor Jonas scorch your hand?!

The Red Dragon's demons won't burn to that extent.

Leone denied my thoughtful inquiry.

The dark blue eyes have already returned to the usual black hue.

Even though it was given continuously with high magic, it was the boulder that wasn't even sweating.

"Could this sword be effective enough to burn even Dr. Jonas?

"The direction of heat is to be put forward, and it depends on how it is used. But no one can fire as much as Lord Jonas. If he was serious, he wouldn't have turned the room into a sea of fire in seconds."

"If the magician who is good at fire magic uses this, won't the output be higher?

"Wolf, whose scales gave this material?

"With Professor Jonas' scales... ahh!

Volff was convinced in an instant by Oswald's query. The same goes for Darya.

A sword with its own scales, no doubt incompatible.

"For Jonas, it feels like a part of his body. It seems that it is difficult to let go. However, I don't know if anyone who has become the demon of the Fire Dragon can use this sword. It's a red blood setting just in case."

Exactly for Jonas - a one-handed sword that gave him his own scales.

Confirming that the sword was cold, Leone slowly put the sword back into the sheath.

"Magic equipment that can be used as a tool is different from life magic equipment. The performance is also important, but it varies greatly depending on who uses it. Don't forget that."

"Yes, I'll keep that in mind -"

Even I know that I was stabbed with nails.

Unless you know who the user is and how to use it, you shouldn't build the armor.

After all, I am a craftsman of life magic equipment and not suitable for armour.

Still, I only want to make Volff's Magic Sword.

When Darya thought about it, Oswald walked in.

"Darya, can you show me the staff and magic schematics that will be awarded next?

Yes, I understand.

Volff moved the tray with the single-handed sword and scales to the shelf, so Darya lined up what she needed.

"Here is the staff. The bones of the Moon Wolf (Hatty) were combined and stretched in this way. And I want to give you a magic diagram and a scallop of the Ice Dragon."

The bones of the Moon Wolf (Hatty) were also shredded in Darya thanks to a hardened mythrill tool.

The finish is Fermo.

He said he had just checked it a little, but he just moved the knife three times, and it became a smooth movement with different dimensions.

It is not known that this is the finish of a skilled accessory craftsman and that the staff has stretched the cane dozens of times.

"It's quite an interesting shape. Well thought out."

Delighted that Leone praised the staff, Darya smiled and arranged two schematics.

"Thank you very much. The short cane (staff) is hollow inside, so I thought I could put it together on both sides -"

Leone's black eyes and Osvaldo's silver eyes came and went through the circuit diagram.

Silence strangely invites tension. Volff on the side couldn't say anything.

"... Oswald, I'll take care of the back."

"I heard you were an assistant, but can I pull the circuit?

"I can't pull on the unseen back. If you hit him bad, he'll fly the circuit."

"I see. I'll take care of the back."

"We'll talk about the cost later."

"Master Leone! I'll pay Dr. Oswald."

Darya interrupted with desperation in the interaction between the two quiet voices.

"If Darya is, please teach Raoul Ale to create a magic device for" Voice over Voice ". It's a product that Carlo developed, so it's hard for me to tell."

"Okay."

Teach Raoul Ale, Oswald's son, to produce magic equipment - so I can't really tell if the backside grant is proportionate, but I'll do my best to serve as a teacher.

"I'll let you rest for about 20 minutes before I give you the staff."

Leone sat on the chair and took out the magic potion. Drink it all at once and close your eyes with your arms folded.

In a silent atmosphere, Daria understood the concentration of the craftsmen.

Turning his gaze back to Oswald, he took off his glasses and lifted the drawings to check.

The silver eye gradually became a line, and the mouth drew a tight V-shape.

Even though you're supposed to be smiling, it feels kind of awkward.

Wolf on the side said the same thing.

Face to face - words do not come out.

And then I noticed.

The circuit behind the staff of the Moon Wolf (Hatty) is calculated to be just about the magic of Oswald.

In the first place, Oswald has only been Leone's assistant today.

It is also possible that the magic equipment of the Zola Chamber of Commerce has been produced in the daytime, and the magic has already decreased.

Um, Dr. Oswald, if you'll excuse me, how about a magic potion?

When asked in a small voice, the lord of silver hair slowly shakes his neck to the side.

It was Darya's worries.

The usual elegant smile turned towards us.

It's a very rewarding circuit.