After the Full Level of the Profession

"Oh, is that so?" Robb said, "I don't know about that. In short, I think you look better in stockings than other girls. Since the stockings are the same, it must be that your legs look better than theirs. ."

When the girl heard this, she was overjoyed immediately. Complimenting her legs better than other women's legs made her happier than complimenting her stockings.

Her steps became brisk all of a sudden, and she said with a smile, "I remember your name is Robert, from the Smith family. I thought that a person like you would bear heavy responsibilities and would be very rigid. Very nice person."

Robb smiled and said, "I really don't get along with girls who aren't pretty, but I'm fine with pretty girls."

"Hahaha!" The girl became happy: "I'm from the earth magic class, come and play with me when you have time."

After finishing speaking, the girl ran happily, and her spirits flew upwards.

A group of rich second-generation people watched Robb's performance in stunned silence. After a while, Conte came up from behind and said in a low voice, "Brother Robert, I don't know if your move has any effect on changing the atmosphere. , but I clearly understand that your trick to hook up girls is very effective."

Robb said with a smile: "Then what are you waiting for, hurry up and hook up! Don't blame your buddies for not helping you. If you want to develop a romantic love with the eldest ladies, hurry up and act."

Conte followed suit, and rushed towards a young lady wearing silk stockings. After a while, the two started chatting and laughing. The girl was obviously very happy, Conte was also happy, and everyone was happy.

George looked at it, can this be tolerated? He also rushed over to an eldest lady.

A group of rich second-generation banged, and each went to find their own goals. Anyway, regardless of the three-seven-two-one, they caught the girl in stockings and went up to praise her beauty, and then put the set of lines "invented" by Robb on the girl's forehead. Hit it up and you'll be alive!

Seeing the stupid looks of these guys, Sofa couldn't help but whispered behind Robb: "It's all trash, this kind of person is a waste of food to live."

Robb said with a smile: "I can't say that, not everyone is born to be a hero, we should allow mediocrity, because for most people, mediocrity is a very good way of life, why bother Make yourself so tired? As long as a mediocre person doesn't want to hurt you or pretend to slap you in the face, why should you make him mediocre?"

Sofa whispered: "That's just your opinion. As a woman, I don't like mediocre men."

Robb said with a smile: "It depends on what kind of woman you are, if you are a mediocre ordinary woman, in your eyes, these young masters of noble families are not mediocre men, they are all second-generation rich, I really want to marry, okay?"

Sofa: "..."

After listening to Robb's words, Sofa suddenly realized that, yes, a man is mediocre or not, the key is who to compare it with, the men that ordinary women can reach are all the people in the market, in their eyes , The eldest young masters of the rich second-generation nobles are by no means mediocre, and they can blow it up just by their identities.

But I, the man I can meet every day, is Godfather!

Anyone who compares them with Godfather has to be sadly reduced to mediocrity.

Sofa was shocked and stopped thinking about this problem at all, because she found that if she thought about this problem further, she was afraid that some strange ideas would come out. .

The maid behind him suddenly fell silent, but Robb didn't care, because Sofa was silent most of the time.

He didn't bother with the stockings anymore, and walked quickly to his classroom, specializing in magic props. This was the most important thing for him to come to the road of light, and everything else had to be sidelined.

Not long after, the classroom arrived.

Gently pushing the door and entering, Robb immediately found that there were not many classmates, and there were not many boys.

There were less than twenty people in the classroom, including myself, five boys, and all the others were girls.

It turns out that Magic Items is a "production department" subject after all. Most men only like to fight and kill, and they don't like to rub this or that. Even in games, players who are willing to learn production skills will not Count a lot.

It's the same in this world. There are hundreds of students in the magic academy, and there are only five boys who are willing to learn how to make magic items! The other twenty or so were all girls.

"Probably, this is the difference between the liberal arts class and the science class. Forget it, it's not a bad thing, it's better to have more girls around than all men around." Robb walked in cheerfully.

Sofa stopped outside the classroom.

The students in the classroom were all looking at Robb with strange eyes.

Robb is now a celebrity in the Academy of Magic, an orphan of the Smith family. He was selected as the student representative to give a speech at the entrance ceremony. He also made a surprising speech in his speech, saying that boys should not wear stockings and girls should wear stockings. Yes, it's not surprising that it doesn't catch the eye.

There were three girls in the classroom wearing stockings, and they were the beneficiaries of Robb's speech, so everyone couldn't help but pay attention to him.

He found a table at random, sat down on his butt, and found that he was front, back, left and right, diagonally forward and back, in eight directions, and all the girls were sitting. One of the girls with a round face who looked 17 or 18 years old was wearing white stockings. She turned around, waved at Robb, and said with a smile, "Hello!"

"Hello!" Robb returned a polite smile.

The round-faced girl smiled and said, "Thank you for your speech. I've always wanted to try wearing stockings, but I've always been told that women are not qualified to wear them, only men are qualified to wear them. You helped us women win these socks. Chances are, I think you're a woman's friend."

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Chapter 309 Magic Item Specialist

Friends of women? Isn't that another name for licking a dog and a spare tire? No, this title cannot be used in any way.

Robb hurriedly said: "No no no, you are really overrated, I am not so good."

"I think you are so good." The girl glanced at Robb's white washed clothes and whispered, "Stop talking about this, let's get down to business. I've heard about your family too. , I am deeply sorry for this, you seem to be financially strapped now, if you encounter any difficulties in your studies, I can help you, my family is still full of money."

Luo Baiqi said: "Financial constraints will encounter difficulties in learning?"

The girl asked curiously: "Huh? Don't you know? Magic tools require a lot of money to learn."

Robb Daqi, was about to ask why, when he suddenly realized that it is said that the production of magic items requires very complicated materials. It was made together, and without thinking about it, I knew that those materials were very valuable.

It seems that there is a "director and photography major" in later generations, which requires students to buy a lot of photography and video equipment. Do you have to buy a SLR? Can you save a telephoto lens? Do you have to buy a computer that can handle video? All these things are purchased in a circle, and the money at home is like burning money.

And this "Magic Item Specialist" also seems to require students to buy a lot of messy materials, props, etc., which is simply a money-burning subject.

I am a poor person who came to study this kind of subject and made a fool of myself.

Robb scolded inwardly: If I knew I had listened to Sofa, I set myself up as a country nouveau riche, inherited my grandfather's property, and now I can afford it. In the end, the character I made for myself was a poor illegitimate child, so although I felt very stable and steady, and more like a "protagonist", but this poor character was hanging on the forehead, how could I use a bunch of materials to practice skills? shit.

Seeing Robb's stiff face, the kind girl whispered, "Tell me what materials are missing."

Robb had to reply: "Thank you very much."

When the two of them talked about it, the teacher of the magic tool department came in. As soon as the teacher walked in, he made everyone laugh. It turned out that he was actually a skeleton soldier. No, he couldn't be called a skeleton soldier, he should be called a lich.

Those who can only cut people with knives are called skeleton soldiers, and those who can use magic must be called lich.

He was wearing a black cloak, covering most of his body, only showing his head and hands. Staff.

He walked to the middle of the podium and smiled at everyone, but unfortunately no one could see him smiling, only a skull tilted his head, and then the lich introduced himself: "Hello everyone! My name is No. 32, you can call me Master 32, and starting today, I will teach you how to make magic props."

Robb: "..."

I rub it, the skeletons all look the same, but Robb didn't recognize that this guy is the 32nd Necromancer.

Everyone: "..."

Seeing that the students were all confused, No. 32 said, "Don't look at how stupid I look now. Sixteen years ago, I was also a general of the Royal Magic Corps of the Gran Kingdom. I will do my best to teach you my magic tool making techniques, and I hope everyone can apply what they have learned and use these techniques to serve Her Majesty the Queen.”

The applause of "Clap La La" sounded, and Robb had no choice but to applaud.

"Now the first step is to take the oath." No. 32 raised his hand and said, "Please follow me... I swear, even if my life is threatened, I will never leak the secrets of magic prop making technology to Her Majesty the Queen. The enemy, otherwise, I will have to die, my girlfriend or boyfriend is a long-lost brother and sister, my wife sleeps with other men, and my son is not my own."

I wipe, so vicious? Robb was taken aback: It's amazing my thirty-two.