Chapter 62

He glanced at the setting sun outside the window, looking somewhat lost. His expression even gave me the urge to hug him, but I resisted.

But he said, "I'm sorry, I might... I might have made you come for nothing again. I really have something to do tonight. Today is the full moon of the Shadow Moon, the necromantic attribute will be stronger, which is good for maintaining bones..."

I laughed. This little mage is probably talking nonsense this time. Do you even know Necromancy Spells? Besides, Diana uses the Silver Moon calendar. Who can see where the Shadow Moon is? That Black Moon can only be found by legendary archmages and the black-robed priests of the North, right?

He suddenly stopped talking, his whole body trembled, he rubbed his fingers together, tilted his head to look at me, looking a little uneasy. However, I smiled slightly and didn't call him out on it. In fact, I immediately said that it was okay and asked him when he was free. He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and clasped his hands together.

"Tomorrow?" he said. "How about tomorrow night?"

"Of course, I'll come pick you up!" I replied immediately.

He smiled and nodded in agreement, his eyes crinkling with a very... I turned my head away, curled the corners of my lips, and then he tore off a piece of paper, quickly wrote a note, and handed it to me, saying it was his address.

That's funny—passing notes is something only elementary school kids do, right? Oh, I forgot, this guy doesn't even have a cell phone, so of course he can't add contacts...

Sigh, I said goodbye to Ciprins and went straight into a shopping mall. I decided to buy him a cell phone first. Come to think of it, is the research institute really that poor that they can't even afford a cell phone?

My first date with Ciprins almost turned into a smartphone tutorial. I had the feeling... like I was teaching my grandma how to use social media, even though she was already a pro when social media first became popular, while Ciprins...

He looked at me with an admiring gaze as I downloaded software from the app store, and I really didn't know how to react to him.

... It's a good thing I decided to pursue this little mage; otherwise, how would he survive?

He's bad at magic, socially inept, occasionally talks nonsense, and has no idea how to make money...

After meeting him once, I should have continued my efforts and struck while the iron was hot, but unfortunately, I suddenly became very busy with political affairs at that time. My political enemies, Doug from the Magic Research Institute and the magical scientists from the Arcane Magic Science Society, were trying to promote their magical robots. They wanted the Federation to invest a large sum of money in them so that they could mass-produce and use these robots in the military. These nanorobots can release trace amounts of magical potions and can also act as monitors, allowing soldiers to achieve maximum combat effectiveness with minimal training.

To put it simply, it's about using a magic potion to prevent the soldiers from feeling fear.

Due to my political stance, I naturally have to oppose the opinions of any of my political opponents. However, when I received the draft from the secretariat the next day, my personal position also required me to strongly oppose it.

--Is this the modernization the Arcane Magic Science Society boasts about? Is this the future of Federation Magitech?

Bullshit!

In the past, magical scientists spearheaded the reforms, establishing strict rules and regulations for high-risk magic. But when it comes to themselves, they want to do whatever they want. If I easily agree to anything, I'll change my surname to yours! They used to say things like, "Spells involving the soul obliterate humanity, disregard the individual will of the target, and must be strictly controlled." But now, are nanobots essentially any different from dangerous magic that controls human minds? They're just different forms! Besides, where do you get the audacity to think you can perfectly control it and prevent any chaos?

Back then, your supposedly impregnable northwest defense line was almost breached by the orcs, if it weren't for Mephistopheles...

I patted my forehead, washed my face, and tried to bring my attention back.

Nanobots can't turn soldiers into stronger warriors; they can only be used as anesthetics!

Yes! Even anesthetic drugs need to be strictly controlled!

"I acknowledge the potential of magical nanobots in medicine, but I strongly oppose their use in the military and for mind control!" I practically yelled at Doug in the council, "If you think that stuff is so good, do you believe I can inject you with a magical nanobot and then command you to strip naked and run around the capital?"

"You, you, you—" Doug pointed his fat finger at me, "I'm trying to improve the army's combat effectiveness! You're exaggerating its negative effects; I suspect you're trying to prevent the Federation from becoming stronger!"

"I'm stopping the Federation from becoming bloated! You're just lazy, you just don't want to put in the effort to train every soldier or improve their treatment, that's lazy governance! If you're too weak to work, you can stay home and watch TV, don't embarrass yourself in front of the whole nation in Congress!"

Because of that incident, Doug from the research institute and I were giving speeches and debating on TV every day. I felt like I used every swear word I could think of without using any vulgar language in my life. In the end, of course, that fat old man couldn't win against me, and our side won a temporary victory in the national referendum.

It's exhausting... I've been dealing with this for months, so I've barely seen Ciprins during this time. I don't know if he'll be angry with me when I see him again...

I also miss that little mage a bit. Being with him makes me feel very relaxed. I like watching him talk about magic with great enthusiasm, even though most of it is meaningless. But seeing his expression makes me feel comfortable. If I want, he is also happy to listen to my troubles, even though he doesn't understand my political topics. Although confiding in him is very stress-relieving, I still try not to talk to him about these things. He doesn't need to know anything about politics. I'm not training a politician.

To my surprise, I saw Ciprins at the door as soon as I got off work. He was holding two very pretty potion bottles and seemed to have been waiting for me.

"It's the weekend," he said. "I thought you could finally rest after working so long. I know you must be exhausted, so I brought you some potions to restore your energy. I made them myself. I never paid attention to the taste of the potions I made before, but I tried adjusting the flavor this time, so it shouldn't be as bitter as last time."

Hmm... to be honest, these kinds of substandard medicines are better off staying on the shelf, right?

"How did you know I was working overtime?" I asked with a smile.

"Oh..." Ciprins blushed slightly and said, "I watch TV too, I'm not a caveman."

Hahaha... I laughed, and he laughed too. He continued, "My assistant always says I'm from another time, but I do watch the news occasionally... I see you. You're absolutely right."

Huh?

I was quite pleased with myself. It seemed that my neglect of him these past few months had actually made him more proactive. I figured it wouldn't be long before I could really win him over. Who says you can't have both a successful career and a happy marriage? Thinking this, I casually put my arm around his waist... It was indeed supple and slender.

I noticed he stiffened for a moment, rubbed his fingers together, and then slowly relaxed.

"Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner, as a way of celebrating?"

He paused for a moment, then replied, "Okay."

Now that I think about it, did I save the world in my past life?

Chapter 62

The process of meeting up with Mel was uneventful; we just fought our way through. With the Mind Link, we could even save time finding our way. The only slightly troublesome thing was that I was keeping track of the two apprentices. Anna's number of cyborgs hit was steadily increasing, while Moli, who was initially full of fighting spirit, gradually became dejected. In the end, she followed me, pouting pitifully, rubbing her fingers back and forth. I suspected that the poor girl would wear her fingers raw.

"Moli..."

I sighed helplessly and patted her hair. Moli turned to look at me pitifully, on the verge of bursting into tears.

"Don't rush, take your time, and concentrate when you cast the spell," I said.

She took a deep breath, straining so hard her face turned red, her fists clenched, her body trembling... Anyone who didn't know better would think the child was having trouble urinating or defecating.

Then the charging cyborg paused in fright, only to see a crystalline ice needle pierce its nose, causing the poor cyborg... to go cross-eyed.