What is it like to be a teacher as a magister?

Chapter 8 proof omitted
Outside Thunder City.

Romain Sargan's Tower.

"Teacher, your dinner." Tessa walked into the familiar study with the dinner plate.

Roman moved his body in the gray armchair, most of his body was hidden in the shadows that the setting sun couldn't reach, so that Tessa couldn't see clearly when he first came in.

"Another day has passed." The 96-year-old old magister suddenly sighed.

Regardless of strength or thinking, the magister can be described as unfathomable, but Tessa, who has been with Roman for more than ten years and is deeply loved, can somewhat understand the teacher's mind.Feeling sad about the passing of time is seriously inconsistent with the temperament of "Guiding the Storm". The reason why the teacher expresses such emotion is obviously still worrying about the matter of accepting disciples.

Prince did not meet the requirements.

But it's the only option right now.

She couldn't help the teacher worry about this kind of thing.

"You go today, how does it look?" Roman smoked his pipe, ignoring the food on the table.

"Honor Donald Gall and Prince's father asked me to convey my respect to you..."

"Get to the point." Roman interrupted the disciple, dissatisfied.

Tessa smiled and said, "The point is, that magic windmill is not bad."

As the final assessment for Prince, Roman Sagan did not come forward to inspect the magic windmill himself, but asked his disciple Tessa to check and accept it on his behalf. After this cutscene, Roman Sagan had already made up his mind.

"Where is it good?" Roman asked with his eyes closed, leaning against the back of the chair.

"The best thing is that the wind guides the magic circle. It is said that this was completed independently by Prince. The second is that the overall structure is very careful, logical and well-organized."

"Is Donald involved?"

"His Excellency Garr admitted that he checked it for the last time, but did not propose any amendments."

"Hmm." Roman nodded slightly: "Are there any deficiencies?"

"If I have to say something wrong, the style of the windmill is more traditional, and it doesn't look very good-looking." Tessa said seriously.

Roman finally had some reaction. He sat up straight from the armchair, knocked his pipe on the expensive table, and said angrily, "Is this a problem with the windmill, or is your aesthetic gradually diverging from the public?"

"It's really not good-looking." Tessa stuck out her tongue on purpose to enliven the atmosphere.

Roman shook his head helplessly.

"So, overall, what do you think of Prince?"

Tessa pondered for a moment: "The teacher's vision is very accurate."

Roman let out a long sigh: "Since you have decided, you don't have to hesitate any longer. Tell Princes tomorrow and let him come to the Magic Tower to see me."

"Yes."

Tessa bowed her head and saluted, and then said: "By the way, teacher, Prince has sent all the design manuscripts of the magic windmill. It's just outside the study door. Would you like to move it in for you?"

"How many?" Roman's eyes were already on the dinner plate.

"The two big boxes are all gray bird paper, probably more expensive than the cost of the windmill itself." Tessa smiled.

"Forget it, don't read it." Roman shook his head, forking a sausage casually.

"Then enjoy it slowly." Tessa said and walked away slowly.

After Roman carefully ate a sausage, when he looked at the potato cubes next to him that were covered with gravy, he had no appetite at all.

At his age, being able to eat meat for every meal is already pretty good. Magicians are good at mental strength, and have no advantage physically. The reason for their longevity is nothing more than special magic methods such as potions.

Even so, in the eyes of those 100-year-old underage elves and other races, humans still die too quickly.

Roman put the dinner plate on a corner of the table, picked up the pipe again and put it in his mouth. After Meimei took a few puffs, he picked up a book with a red cover at hand, opened it and began to read.

However, after only a few glances, he closed the book again.

Roman found himself feeling anxious for the first time in nearly a hundred years. While being troubled, he also felt a little fresh.

He leaned back in the chair again, smoking intently.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he looked at the door of the study.

While the candle was flickering, the door opened automatically with no wind, but stopped at the maximum angle with great precision, without making any sound.

Roman exhaled a smoke ring and shot out the door.

At the exit, the smoke ring, which was only the size of a coin, quickly grew larger, and by the time it reached the door, it was already half the height of a person.

The smoke ring split in two and disappeared into the darkness outside the door.

The next moment, two heavy wooden boxes floated into the study. Looking carefully, the two smoke rings seemed to bind the boxes like ropes, and an invisible giant brought them in one by one.

Roman waved his hand casually, and the lid of the wooden box was lifted, and the manuscripts inside floated obediently to the desk one by one, and finally piled up in front of Roman.

With thin and long fingers, he took the first piece of paper, and saw a line of big characters: overall design of the windmill.

Below is an elevation view of a windmill.

Roman took the second one, which is the side view and top view of the windmill.

After taking a few in a row, the formal magic design part finally started.

With a pipe in one hand, Roman kept changing the manuscript with the other, nodding and sighing in silence.

It took less than half an hour to read a whole box of manuscripts in one go.

Roman hesitated to look at another wooden box, but finally did the same and took out the manuscript.

The last ray of light outside the tower also disappeared into the night, and the moment the study fell into darkness, a jewel lit up in the middle of the ceiling. Although it was only the size of a thumb belly, it illuminated the whole study as bright as day.

It took less time than before, and Roman almost finished reading the box of manuscripts. When the last stack was left, he got up and poured himself a glass of water.

After sitting back in the armchair, he picked up a manuscript.

"About the Magic Pattern Design of the Bearing Part of the Wind Wheel".

"Because white beech wood can't be used, magic pattern is used instead."

After reading the title, you already know about it.

Roman quickly flipped through a few pages, intending to skip the parts he had expected, but found that the handwriting on these pages was extremely small, as if the writer was reluctant to part with the paper.

Thinking of the extravagance of the previous design drawings, Roman became a little curious about this paper-saving writer.

He brought the manuscript closer so that he could see it clearly, and saw that it read at the beginning: "Record the vertices of the hexagram as a~f (as shown below), the regular triangle ace is the main S frame, and the inverted triangle bdf is the secondary G frame , the total distance is 12ab, because the 75F surface domain is parallel to the α surface domain (the results are proved in pages 15-19 of this chapter), then, the Φ(s) identity is in..."

When reading this, Roman couldn't help frowning, and quickly turned to page 15: "The process of proving that the 75F surface domain is parallel to the α surface domain, that is, the cutting double-loop regression counting template of the Φ(s) identity: According to You Burne-Finley formula (hereinafter referred to as [UF]), it is known that LP(n+1) is in the positive part of the aeta function..."

The more Roman looked, the more he frowned. In the end, he even put the pipe on the table and compared it with two pages of manuscript in each hand.

"It can be seen that the set Z(U) according to [UF] is in the strong convergence characteristic... the basic logic of the third layer module: in the positive value of the non-stretching mapping arc, there are infinite pairs of regression counts that tend to the α surface (prove omitted), in summary..."

"Snapped!"

Roman, together with the manuscript and his palm, patted the precious desk made of yellow clover wood, and a seemingly invisible breath radiated from the contact surface between the palm and the desktop. In sight, bookshelves, books, tables and chairs, all items Twisting rapidly along an indescribable curve.

But the next moment, everything returned to normal.

"The proof is omitted! What a proof!"

……

After taking a bath, Tessa changed into her pajamas and was about to go to bed when she suddenly felt a tremor coming from all directions, but it disappeared without a trace after only a moment.

She waited another moment, holding her breath, but found no sign.

Thinking that the teacher's study room is two floors up, I felt relieved and continued to sleep.

……

early morning.

As usual, Tessa got up and washed, and then brought the breakfast prepared by the servant to Roman Sagan's study. She knew very well that the teacher would leave the bedroom before six o'clock every day.

"Teacher, your..."

As soon as he opened the door, he froze for a moment.

There was so much smoke that it was almost impossible to see the road clearly, and Tessa couldn't help coughing twice due to the pungent tobacco smell.

She waved the smoke away, walked all the way to the desk, put down the plate, and immediately went to the window and opened the arched window.

"Have you been here all night?"

Tessa looked at Roman Sagan sitting on the armchair in surprise, as if she hadn't changed her sitting position all night.

Roman was still smoking his pipe, ignoring the disciple's inquiry, and when Tessa approached with some worry, he suddenly said:

"Get ready, let's go to Hall School of Magic."

(End of this chapter)