An Attempt to Normalize Magic

Although the competition had not ended, Lannar was already surrounded on all sides. The various project teams and construction crews were offering him excellent terms, hoping he would join their organizations. To carve Magic Circuits to this level without ever studying magic—if he learned Magic Theory, the possibilities for his future would be unimaginable!

It was only then that Lannar realized that many of the mages who looked like judges were not judges at all. They had come specifically to wait for someone capable of completing the competition.

Still, though Lannar was very confident in his seal-carving skills, he was a little bewildered by the mages' enthusiasm. He couldn't understand why they were so eager to recruit him.

Lannar was an honest man.

He couldn't help feeling wary of enthusiasm he didn't understand.

"Don't be so nervous." Trengbutt saw how uncomfortable he was and came to his rescue with a genial smile. "You just haven't realized your own talent yet. And you lot, back off. If you want to recruit him, don't make a racket in the examination hall. The competition isn't over!"

Trengbutt clearly had a great deal of influence. At his words, the mages readily ushered Lannar out of the examination hall.

Of course, quite a few people stayed behind to see if anyone else could finish the carving.

Once they'd left the competition grounds, Lannar could finally ask what was troubling him.

"What exactly do you want me to do? Carve seals?"

"No, not seals." A capable-looking woman who seemed fairly young explained, "Magic Circuits."

"What are those?" Lannar was still confused. "Are they... connected to magic?"

"Correct." She smiled and nodded. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Fuquilin, head of the Freljord Crop Breeding Project Team."

Lannar didn't know what a crop breeding project team was,