Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

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I leaned back in my chair, raised my arms to stretch my body, and felt the soreness in my lower back slowly dissipate. This gave me the motivation to continue studying the books and finding a solution to the magic circle problem.

"The principles of drawing magic circles..."

Still no clue. What we know now is that smaller magic circles are drawn inside larger magic circles. As for connecting the magic circles like an electrical circuit, there is almost no record of it.

I closed the book, got up, and put it back on the bookshelf.

After leaving the library, I went to the first production workshop in Chariah City.

Since receiving the blackboard order from the Magic University, everything from recruiting workers to blackboard production has been completed with the help of the Magic Association. The Magic Association also participated in the production of blackboards by investing in the company. It is something I have to do every day to go into the workshop to inspect the blackboards.

Aside from my daily morning exercise, I spend most of my time in the library, the workshop, and the Magic Association.

Good morning, Mr. Rudius.

Upon entering the workshop, the workshop manager, dressed in casual work clothes, greeted me from a distance. His name was Patton. He was not the general who displayed his masculine prowess on the banks of the Rhine, but a capable young man.

[Note: In late March 1945, the U.S. Third Army crossed the Rhine River, ahead of Montgomery's combined offensive, Operation Varsity. A triumphant Patton, on March 24th, walked across a pontoon bridge built by engineers, stopping halfway to urinate into the Rhine. This scene was captured by a photographer, and thus the story of Patton urinating in the Rhine became famous.]

This 25-year-old Mr. Barton is already bald at such a young age. If it weren't for the fact that he's in another world, I would even suspect that he works in the electronics industry. He was sent by the Magic Association to supervise and coordinate production.

The term "workshop manager" is something that has never existed in this world; in fact, "production supervisor" would be a more appropriate description.

Here, the title given to him by the Magic Association is Deputy Director of the Blackboard Department of the Magic Association. The Magic Association attaches great importance to the blackboard, a new type of teaching tool, and has created a separate department for it, with me serving as the head of this department.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Mr. Barton followed me to the workshop office.

My workshop office is located at the deepest part of the workshop. Apart from a simple desk and chair, the rest of the space consists of numerous ledgers and order catalogs.

"Is this the latest version?"

"Yes."

I picked up a dozen orders: 200 blackboards from the border merchants of La Noa, 2000 blackboards from the Duchy of Basilante. Oh, and chalk, 30,000 pieces of chalk from the Duchy of Basilante, and so on.

After placing the order, I opened the ledger. In addition to the five gold coins order from Lanoa Magic University, some schools in Sharia City also ordered blackboards from our blackboard workshop. With orders from other regions, the revenue for this month actually reached ten Asura gold coins.

"Our Blackboard Department has achieved such great success in such a short time, thanks to the wise leadership of Lord Rudius."

"No, the Blackboard Department's ability to achieve such high revenue in such a short time is inseparable from the support and promotion of the Magic University and the Magic Association. Of course, I also want to thank you for your help, Mr. Barton."

"Haha, Mr. Rudius is too modest. It is my honor to work under Mr. Rudius."

My conversation with Mr. Barton was just like a scene from a movie where unscrupulous businessmen divide their spoils.

From my office, I can directly observe the workers' work. The workers here come from impoverished families in the city of Chariah; some are homeless, and some are single parents with no income. In addition, I maintain a policy of not hiring child laborers; anyone under the age of 18 will not be hired.

The factory now has about sixty workers and produces an average of over a thousand blackboards per day.

In this relatively comfortable life, time always flies by. After having lunch at a roadside stall, I headed to the Magic Association.

Strange, it seems like there are a lot of people gathered in front of the Magic Association today, and they are all unfamiliar faces.

They included both men and women, and by their appearance alone, one could tell they were typical northern hunters. Their strong faces were bluish from the cold, and they were mostly dressed in rough animal furs. Some were even wearing only a single layer of clothing in this cold season, but their striking, large muscles probably provided enough protection from the cold.

"It's our turn to take over the woodlands to the east this time."

"No, Lord Merlin was referring to next year."

"It was said a few years ago, who can remember it so clearly?"

"No, Lord Merlin never said that."

"Whether it's east or west, it's all ours."

"You fart!"

They were gathered together discussing something, speaking in a dialect that was hard to understand but still somewhat human. It seemed to be about a dispute over woodland, and it was related to Merlin.

"Excuse me, what are those people at the door doing?"

I leaned against the front desk and asked the receptionist.

"Ah, Mr. Rudius, they are fishermen and hunters who live on the northern coast and inland of the Duchy of Basilante. They are said to be villagers from the same village as Mr. Merlin, and they come to visit Mr. Merlin every few years."

As expected of Merlin!

It takes at least a month to travel from the northern coast of the Duchy of Basheland to here and back, and the fact that people travel this long distance to visit him every few years speaks volumes about the respect Merlin is commanding.

"Oh, so they've come to visit Professor Merlin, right?"

"While that's one way to understand it, Mr. Merlin usually chooses to avoid seeing them when they come."

"They're avoiding us..."

"Correct."

The receptionist nodded silently.

"But didn't Teacher Merlin promise to help them?"

Then, the receptionist looked around to make sure she was in the right place, then leaned close to my ear and whispered:

"Mr. Merlin is very good at currying favors."

"Selling favors?"

"Yes, sometimes when others ask him to do something, he delegates it to our Magic Association. Some of these things are obviously impossible to solve just by listening to them, but Mr. Merlin will still agree to do them."

"This……"

"That's just how Mr. Merlin is. When he sees someone in trouble asking for help, he will agree without hesitation."

In other words, is Mr. Merlin a pushover?

"Cough cough."

"Ahhh! Merlin-sensei!"

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Merlin!"

When we saw a tall figure appear in front of me and the receptionist, it was too late. He ignored us and walked straight to the door.

The fishermen and hunters outside the door stopped arguing as soon as they saw the tall old man wearing a thick white cotton robe.

The midday sun shone into the room from outside, and a majestic figure stood amidst a patch of white light in the middle of the door frame.

I could sense a sense of negativity. Just looking at Merlin's back, I could feel the same aura emanating from Lord Sauros, the lord, only in varying degrees.

"You can go back now, I'll handle it."

"Thank you, Lord Merlin!"

Teacher Merlin simply showed his face, without even asking what those people were there for. He just casually said, "Go back," and let them leave, and they seemed to be satisfied with what they had done.

But all I got was a promise.

After everyone outside the door had left, Teacher Merlin walked towards his office, and I followed him into the office like a little follower.

As usual, Mr. Merlin returned to his office, sat down, picked up his cigarette holder, and began to puff away.

"How does the teacher plan to resolve the issue with those villagers?"

"I can't do those things."

Can't do it?

The receptionist was right. She had solemnly promised those people, and they left satisfied after hearing Merlin's promise. Their purpose in coming here was definitely not just to hear a promise.

This is no pushover; he's no different from those lazy, irresponsible politicians in modern Japanese governments who just shirk their duties.

At that moment, the image of Mr. Merlin in my mind collapsed.

"After all, they are just poor relatives from afar, so it's fine to just say a few words and send them away. There's no need to take it seriously. As long as they feel that Mr. Merlin will help them and go back satisfied, there's no problem. After all, their next visit won't be for several years, and by then, it's uncertain whether I'll still be alive, right, Mr. Merlin?"

"How rude of me."

Despite my merciless mockery, Merlin didn't get angry at all; instead, he looked relaxed. I wonder if that old guy was secretly pleased with himself.

He pointed to a chair next to him, indicating that I should sit down.

Seeing Mr. Merlin's attitude, I was a little angry, but there was nothing I could do. Sometimes, it's best to just stay out of it and not get into trouble.

That's Merlin's business after all. I don't need to argue with him over those things. What I said just now was really foolish.

“Some things just can’t be done. This isn’t their first time here, and they’re not the only ones who’ve come before. Today it’s about the woodland, tomorrow it’s about charcoal. There’s no end to the conflicts among the people; there’s no limit to it.”

The way he said that means that solving one problem will only lead to another, and there will be endless problems coming one after another, even though he clearly promised someone.

"But, Mr. Merlin, haven't you tried to do anything about it?"

“What else can I do? I know I don’t have much time left to live. There’s nothing I can do now except listen to their demands.”

Mr. Merlin put down his cigarette holder, a thin wisp of white smoke rising from his nostrils. He closed his eyes slightly and leaned back slowly in his chair, saying:

"Life is not always smooth sailing, so we can only get by."

Although Master Merlin said he wouldn't live much longer, judging from his complexion, he might live to be another hundred years old.

"Teacher Merlin will surely live to be a hundred years old."

To be honest, until yesterday I had the utmost respect for Teacher Merlin. Now, in addition to respect, there is something even more sublime in it. The more lofty and admired a person is, the more regrets and pain they have behind them.

"Hmph, are you trying to curse me to die sooner, kid?"

"Sorry, sorry, I forgot that Merlin is almost a hundred years old."

Hearing this joke, Teacher Merlin picked up his cigarette holder again, put it to his lips, and started puffing away.

"Alright, come with me to the Duchy of Basheland tomorrow. I should at least go back and see it before I die."

"Huh? Why me?"

"Why, don't you want to?"

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant at all."

"Just keep this old man company. Leave early at five o'clock tomorrow morning and come back early."

"Yes, Professor Merlin."

After leaving the Magic Guild and returning to my dorm, I began preparing for tomorrow's itinerary.

When I entered the living room, I found a large bouquet of bright red flowers on the table, beautifully wrapped in dark purple colored paper.

Just then, Ms. Luo Qixi, who was chewing on a piece of bread, came out of the kitchen.

"Teacher Luo Qixi, what is this flower?"

“It was given to Silphi by my student.”

"For Sylphie?"

Chapter 105: The Dao (Part Two)

Even without a job transfer, one must live earnestly [Chapter 105] The Way (Part Two)

Chapter 105: The Dao (Part Two)

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"For Sylphie?"

My brain started racing, searching for any male connection to Sylphie. Who could it be?

After a fraction of a second of searching, the answer appeared before my eyes—MAGI report: the probability of it being Mulgore is as high as 99%.

[Note: MAGI is the computer system that maintains the operation of Third Tokyo in *EVA*. It consists of three parts and was created by Ritsuko Akagi's mother.]

"Yes, I don't know how my students found out we live together, so they asked me to bring this bouquet of flowers back to Silphi. Speaking of which, Silphi is surprisingly popular."

With one hand across her chest and the other supporting her chin, Ms. Luo Qixi tilted her head slightly, the breadcrumb in her mouth swaying gently as she spoke thoughtfully.

I don't know where it came from? Maybe from Vice Principal Ginas or Teacher Daniel, wait, the students? That means...

"Students...do you mean a lot of people?"

"correct."

It seems I was just overthinking things. However, I never expected Sylphie to be so popular. I thought her green hair would cause her trouble, and it wasn't impossible for it to provoke her hatred, since it has already happened before.

Now that my and Shilufi's reputations have just started to improve a little, looking at the bouquet of flowers on the table, I don't know how to feel, but it's a good thing.

"I heard from them that there is a long-eared lady with green hair in the library who stays there all day long and often helps them solve magic problems. This is completely different from the rumors. I knew it was Silphie as soon as I heard it."

Oh, so you told me from Ms. Luo Qixi. Isn't that the same as saying, "I won't tell you my name is xxx"?