So of them were recording data in front of precise brass instrunts, while others were heatedly discussing around a giant blueprint. Everyone was in a hurry, yet their faces radiated with a glow called "hope" that was rare in the Academic State.
This statent is actually a bit exaggerated.
After all, those fledgling beginners entering the Academic State are still full of hope, only to have their edges smoothed after the preparatory period ends.
Once they beco Mages, they're basically qualified Apprentices.
Just as the two were looking around, a young Assistant on duty noticed them and imdiately walked over.
Seeing the Assistant walking towards them, the two hurriedly took out the invitation they had received in the morning, fearing being misunderstood for entering the wrong place.
"Sir, it was Prince Colin who summoned us."
"This is our recomndation letter!"
"Bain and Hard, right? Welco." The Assistant's attitude was warm yet professional, smiling as he spoke, "Mr. Keji has already ntioned you to ."
"Y-yes!" Bain answered nervously, with Hard nodding alongside. Although they were not biological brothers, sotis they complented each other like twins.
The Assistant couldn't help but smile, reciting the original words of Prince Colin to them.
"Honored Master Colin is very interested in your idea of 'using fla to exhaust air, thereby causing a suffocating effect to harm targets.' He thinks it's a genius concept. As you know, the Empire's main enemy is Hell, and the Demons of Hell are precisely underground... Although it's uncertain whether this weapon is effective against Demons, it must be effective against goblins."
rely this sentence of recognition had the two young n so excited that their faces turned red, and they stamred.
"We will try our best!"
"Absolutely! We will definitely not disappoint Master!"
Seeing the nervous young n, the Assistant smiled and gave them an encouraging look.
"I'm glad to see you so spirited. Of course, I think Master Colin will certainly be even happier!"
Pausing for a mont, he continued, uttering the words that made the two youngsters so happy that their minds went blank.
"Additionally, honored Master Colin not only recognized your concept but also personally nad it 'Thermobaric Fla Bomb.'
"Besides that, he approved research funding for your independent project, five Imperial Gold Coins per month. Of course, this isn't the entire budget, but an 'application-free' quota."
"As long as it doesn't exceed this amount, you can decide the use of the funds without additional reporting. If it's insufficient, you should apply to the group leader based on the quota... as long as it's a reasonable use, no one will make it difficult for you. Currently, the funding in the lab of His Highness is quite ample."
Five Gold Coins are quite significant.
Typical Magic Scrolls cost only 10 silver coins, and commonly seen Magic Materials can basically be bought from Adventurers for silver coins.
Upon hearing that their "wild conjecture" not only gained the recognition and personal naming by their idolized Master but also obtained independent project funding, they were both too excited to speak!
This is an honor that in the Academic State, two obscure Bronze Level Apprentices could not even dream of!
Bain and Hard were deeply moved, exchanging glances and seeing blazing flas in each other's eyes.
They both knew what that burning fla was—
It was that they must not, under any circumstances, let down Prince Colin's expectations!
"Sir! Please pass on to His Highness that we will definitely use this money wisely, not wasting a single copper coin!" Hard took a deep breath and solemnly told the Assistant.
Bain quickly nodded, following up with a sentence.
"Exactly! We can swear by Saint Sis!"
Looking at the two enthusiastic young n, the Assistant said with a smile.
"Okay, I will pass it on for you, but I think the gentleman probably doesn't mind this little bit of money. In comparison, he might more likely want to see your results."
After pausing, he added another sentence.
"Also, rather than the title His Highness, he prefers you call him Master or Mister."
Leaving these final words, the Assistant took them to a vacant oak table and then quickly went to the door.
There were quite a few new Apprentices reporting today, Bain and Hard were not the first, nor the last. They noticed a few young unfamiliar faces peeking in at the doorway, among which seed to be one or two just entering Preparatory Students.
It seems that His Highness truly cares about their levels. As long as he acknowledges their talent, he will gladly invite them into his laboratory.
Watching the Assistant leave, the two Apprentices imdiately threw themselves with great passion into the 'Thermobaric Fla Bomb' project.
Actually, they discussed it last night, going on until lights out in the dormitory when the other roommates had already fallen asleep.
"Hard, I have a new idea and I'd like your opinion," Bain picked up a blank parchnt and wrote the na of their project on it with a feather pen, "Rather than designing the Spell, we need to clarify one thing first... How much Magic Power is needed to burn out the air in a standard-sized room? And how long can the suffocating effect last?"
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