It was early summer, at the beginning of June, and the streets of Doral City already radiated relentless heat under the bright sunshine.
Lucian lowered his head to look at the résumé in his hand. A bead of sweat slid from his forehead to his chin, then dripped straight onto the résumé, landing squarely on the large words "Philip College" and soaking the lettering until it blurred.
After staring at those words for a while, Lucian could not help smiling bitterly.
To get him into Philip College, his parents had spent almost everything they had saved over the previous ten years.
After that, to pay his annual tuition of over fifty gold coins, along with equally expensive living costs and assorted fees, his parents had worked tirelessly every day, from dawn until late at night.
All they wanted was for him to find a good job after graduating from Philip College.
But now, with graduation approaching, he had come alone to Doral City to look for work and secure his future, only to discover that he could not find a single job that satisfied him.
It was not that he could not find work.
Graduates like Lucian, who had studied at a college specializing in magic industry such as Philip College, were almost universally in demand. After handing out his résumé over the past three days, he had immediately received enthusiastic invitations from more than ten merchant guilds.
However, Lucian was dissatisfied with the jobs these guilds offered, because almost all of them involved going straight into a factory to work on setting up magic arrays.
In Lucian's opinion, any mage with a certain degree of control over magic could do that sort of work. It offered no way to demonstrate what set him apart.
His ideal job was, of