12dz Chapter 302 Please accept me as your disciple!
Chapter 302 Please accept me as your disciple!
Miss didn't expect that his identity would be discovered by the boss so quickly.
"Boss, you have a good memory. If I remember correctly, this should be the second time we meet."
The boss glanced at him and said, "This is indeed the second time I've seen this face. You were previously using the identity of the supporter Bu... Black, right?"
Mis was stunned for a moment.
He didn't expect that even his vest would be discovered by the boss.
"Boss, can you see through my disguise magic?"
The boss shook his head and said, "I'm just a small businessman. I don't have that ability."
Miss was puzzled. "Then how did you find out that the previous supporter, Blake, was mine?"
The boss brought a chair to Miss and they sat down facing each other.
"Your disguise props are indeed impeccable, but a person's habits are difficult to fake. The tone of voice, the way of observing the quality of props, the attitude when paying, and even the position of the wand in the hand, all have traces."
Miss couldn't help but applaud, "Great, the boss has good taste."
The boss didn't care about Miss's compliments. "For a prop master, the most important thing is not technique, but observation. It is often subtle mistakes that lead to poor results in finished props."
In his opinion, as a prop master, being good at observation is a necessary skill, not a point worthy of praise.
"Master Brave is different. He always buys the best quality scrolls in my shop."
“You don’t have to call me Brave Master, just call me Miss.
Speaking of which, as a great prop master like you, logically speaking, you should be working as a consultant in the Chamber of Commerce, or be employed by the kingdom, holding a high position of power and having no worries about food and clothing, right?
Why would you open a prop shop under a pseudonym?"
Faced with Miss's question, the boss's eyes became lonely.
“When I was young, I also used this as my goal and exchanged my own props for countless gold coins.
At that time, all the court magicians in the kingdom used the wands I made, even the chief one.
But gradually I found that although I had more and more gold coins, my technology for researching and developing props did not increase but decreased.
It wasn’t until the legendary prop master, Mr. Black Mordinger, showed up that I finally came to my senses.”
When Miss heard the appearance of his other alias, his expression became even more exciting.
The boss didn't seem to notice the embarrassment on Miss's face and continued telling his story.
"When I was constantly making slaughter tools for killing enemies on the battlefield in order to obtain continuous sponsorship from the royal family.
When I put in so much thought and spent so much money to create a great tool that could change the world.
Mr. Black Mordinger used the cheapest materials and the simplest techniques to create the most useful props. "
Under Miss's embarrassed gaze, the boss held up the magic lamp on the counter.
“Look at this lamp, it’s very cheap to make, and it can neither kill people nor ward off beasts.
It can only illuminate, that's all.
But it is an indispensable prop for every household.”
Miss looked at the magic lamp in the boss's hand and found it very familiar.
When I was in Mag Town, this was the lamp that the boss had in his shop.
This lamp is an older model, probably the first version of the magic lamp released by Miss.
These lamps were discontinued many years ago and are almost impossible to buy now.
I didn’t expect that the boss is still using it until now, and he maintains it very well, without any damage at all.
It can be seen that the boss likes this lamp very much.
“It was not until I saw Mr. Hei Merdinger’s work that I realized that I had wasted so many years.
I have been making props that others ask me to make. The quality must be higher and higher, and the function must be stronger and stronger.
I didn’t have a chance to study the props I liked.”
The boss paused, as if trying his best to control his excitement.
"So I quit and left my job with the royal family. I wanted to really focus on the development of props. Unfortunately..."
Seeing that the boss fell silent, Miss continued, "It's a pity that the royal family will not allow you to leave."
The boss nodded. "That's right, so I was wanted for treason and have been hiding in the Kingdom of Firris for many years."
Miss could guess what happened next.
He took out the battle-damaged topaz wand, "Sure enough, it's this wand that exposed you?"
The boss looked at the wand in Miss's hand as if he was looking at his own child.
"Luckily, I noticed it early and was not caught by the Holy Knights."
Miss frowned, "Holy Knights? You worked for Veratis before?"
The boss nodded, "Yes."
"Then why didn't Cassius and Shana recognize you?"
"Your Highnesses cannot recognize me because this face of mine is not my original appearance."
"So that's how it is... No, then how dare you come back and open a shop in the capital."
"The most dangerous place is the safest, isn't it?"
"That's true, but there's one thing I don't understand." Miss asked doubtfully, "Why did you take such a big risk to help me repair the wand?"
At that time, their relationship was just that of a boss and a customer, a very ordinary one.
The boss's thoughts went back to a few years ago, and his words became vague.
“Perhaps, it’s to thank you for helping me clear out my inventory and buying up props that others don’t want.
Maybe, they think you're stupid for spending a lot of money to repair a citrine wand.
Or maybe I just wanted to test myself to see if my skills had improved after leaving my original life. . . ”
"I'm sorry, boss. It's all my fault. I've implicated you." Although Miss was not wrong in this matter, she still couldn't help but want to comfort her poor boss.
The boss stood up suddenly and stared into Miss's eyes.
"Of course it's your fault!"
"If you hadn't come to Mag Town and met me."
"If you hadn't asked me to repair that wand, but had bought a new one instead."
"If you don't become a hero, you won't be famous."
The boss' voice became louder and louder, and his emotions gradually got out of control.
Miss was startled and stood up quickly.
"Don't get excited, boss. I can compensate you."
The boss said as a matter of course: "Of course you have to compensate me."
"Uh... Boss, how much is appropriate?"
"Money? Who are you looking down on? I don't want money."
Missy frowned, "No money? Then what do you want?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the boss's expression suddenly became very serious.
He took a step back and put some distance between himself and Mis.
Then, in front of Miss's astonished eyes, the boss bent down heavily.
"Please accept me as your apprentice, Mr. Mis!"
An old man wanted to find me to be his disciple. The impact of this was no less than that of a rich man on the street spending fifty silver coins to buy a battle-damaged magic wand.
"What's going on?" Miss was stunned.
The shop owner was still bent over at a 90-degree angle, "Please Mr. Miss, please accept Victor as your apprentice!"
Miss looked at Victor's sincere attitude and felt a little overwhelmed.
"Why do you want to be my disciple? Do you want to be an adventurer too?"
Victor still didn't look up, but his next words completely froze Miss.
“In my life, I only like props. I was born because of props, and I will die for props.
If Victor had the chance to reach the top of the mountain of prop making, he would die without regrets.
Mr. Miss, no, it should be Mr. Black Mordinger, please accept me as your apprentice! "