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Alpoy participated in the large-scale construction work taking place on the estate every day.

My magic power is always running low and I have no time to refill it, and I am so tired that the area under my eyes is hollow.

But no matter how hard it was, I couldn't stop.

Because if you get caught cheating, you never know what will happen.

"No, what the hell is this? You have to give them some work to do! Isn't that too much?"

"You're asking the wizards from the proud Red Flame Tower to do something like this! We didn't come here to do such trivial things!"

The newly added wizards fired at Alfoy every day.

But no matter how much they protested, Alpoy just shook his head with a dying expression.

"Master… … No, I must do it because the Lord tells me to do so… … ."

"That's a cowardly excuse!"

The new wizards couldn't understand it at all.

Why did Alpoy, who was always so confident as the successor to the Matapju, change like this?

It wasn't just Alfoy who was strange. The other wizards kept their mouths shut and just worked.

What the hell happened?

"Speak up! Why on earth are you doing such a dirty job so obediently?"

"Well… … it's fun… … ."

"It's fun, but why are you crying!"

"It was so fun… that I almost cried… ."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The new wizards couldn't stand it any longer and rose up.

He also told me to follow the lord's orders at the top of the tower, and the branch manager also took the lead in working, so I endured it for a few days and did as I was told…

I couldn't continue to be exploited like this.

It wasn't just a matter of pride.

The more I looked at the wizards who had arrived earlier, the more I began to have an ominous feeling.

They all have dark circles under their eyes, and they look shaggy, perhaps because they've been going back and forth to construction sites.

It was hard to believe that they were always neat and elegant wizards.

"Let's go together!"

"Where?"

"We should go to the lord and tell him that we can't do this! If he refuses, we'll go back to the magic tower! Should we go with the branch manager? Let's have a strong talk!"

"I don't know… … . What is that… … . It's scary… … ."

"Eeeeek!"

The wizards ground their teeth at the sight of Alfoy reacting passively.

At this point, I was embarrassed to go anywhere and say that I was the successor to the Magic Tower.

"How pathetic. We will no longer recognize you as the successor to the Tower Lord!"

"I will definitely tell this to the Lord!"

"Let's go see the lord even if it's just between us!"

The wizards left, grumbling.

It seemed like he was planning to threaten the owner to quit his job or leave this place.

Even though he was severely insulted by the wizards, Alfoy just looked at them with blank eyes.

But once the wizards were completely out of sight, the look in Alfoy's and the remaining wizards' eyes changed.

"Kuuuuuuu, you idiots."

They laughed quietly, fearing that those who had left might hear their laughter and return.

If you're not careful, the acting may be for nothing.

"I can't be the only one to die."

"Just try it once."

They endured all kinds of humiliation with the sole thought that they could not be the only ones to be slaves.

"Kekekeke, what a scary kid the lord here is. Those guys are in big trouble now."

"Those cheeky bastards, they know where this is, and they're getting all worked up over it."

"Oh my, I told you I was nervous. Once we sign the contract, we'll just leave all the work to those guys."

"Yeah, they need to know why we're having such a hard time."

"Anyway, you have to get beaten to come to your senses."

The elder, who was the last hope, also left.

Since we can't run away anyway, it would be better to increase the number of people. Then, wouldn't we be able to sleep a little better?

They were wizards whose brains were only faster.

As they expected, Giselle was looking down at the protesting wizards with a sullen face.

"We can't do this anymore!"

"Treat me properly! Otherwise I will return to the Magic Tower!"

Jiselle, who was stroking her chin, narrowed her eyes and asked.

"I clearly told Alfoy to take good care of it… … Didn't Alfoy stop him?"

"What do you mean, stop him! Even when I asked him to come here with me, he refused. He's become a total idiot. He just sits there, drooling! Doesn't doing construction every day make him a pathetic person?"

Then Giselle grabbed her forehead and giggled.

"Ha, this kid, who would call him a wizard? Look at his brain working. He's funny."

"Look here! My lord! Don't our words sound like words?"

The wizards who didn't know why Giselle was laughing became even angrier, feeling that he was ignoring them.

"Oh, don't get too excited. Okay, if you're going to keep putting me through the construction, I'll just go back, right?"

"Yes!"

"Didn't you hear what the Lord of the Tower said? He must have told you to cooperate unconditionally with our territory's affairs. He must have also mentioned construction, right?"

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"Who in the world would really push wizards into a construction site like that? No noble would dare do that!"

"Even though the Lord of the Tower and I discussed it thoroughly before signing the contract? This is a breach of contract. I am supplying you with a huge amount of rune stones. You are also seeing the benefits."

"I know that, but! No matter what, isn't this too much! Even your lord can't force us to do it! From now on, we will only focus on defending the territory and conducting research."

Giselle hesitated for a moment as she faced the twenty wizards who had their heads held stiffly in front of them.

It seemed like they didn't know the importance of the contract.

If we just send them back, they will be severely punished by the Matapju anyway, because they broke the contract.

"Haa, it seems the Lord of the Tower explained this too bluntly. The pride of wizards is truly difficult."

If I were to have him come back to his senses after being reeducated at the top of the tower, he would probably come to his senses, but it would be a huge waste of time.

There's already a lot of work to do, and if the wizard leaves, the plan will only be delayed further.

"Hmm, what should I do?"

It was obvious why Alfoy had sent the wizards to Giselle, but the idea of enslaving them by force was not appealing.

Because that's not what I do as a non-violent pacifist.

That said, there wasn't time to place bets like before.

"Whew. My heart aches, but I don't have time, so there's nothing I can do."

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"Oh, just wait a minute."

Jiselle calmed the wizards with gestures and shouted out the door.

"Hey, if anyone over there has a club, bring me one."

Soon the door opened and a soldier came in carrying a beautifully carved club.

The craftsman's breath could be felt in each grain of wood.

The wizards crumpled their faces and shouted as they watched Giselle swing her club back and forth.

"What are you doing now? Isn't that so rude!"

"Rude? I don't know who's being rude. Okay, that's not what's important right now. Shall we make a bet?"

"What?"

"Come at once. If you hurt me even once, I'll do whatever you want. But if you lose, you'll have to sign a contract."

"What is that?"

"Ah, I don't want to talk too long, so let's hurry up and go. If you can even make a small fuss, I'll make your life comfortable. I'll give you all the runestones you want, and if you want, I'll send you back to the magic tower right away."

The wizards' eyes lit up at those words.

Each of them is only about the level of a 3rd circle, but there are a whopping twenty of them.

Even if the circle was low, with this number, even a decent knight could be defeated in an instant.

"You will regret saying that."

All the wizards raised their magical powers at the same time.

There was already a lot going on with Jiselle these days, so there was no way she could turn down this opportunity.

As the twenty wizards raised their magical power, objects in the vicinity began to shake.

But Jiselle just smiled brightly at the sight.

"Oh, I didn't mean to increase the number of slaves. I really want to live a good life, but the world doesn't help me."

Jiselle's club moved gracefully, cutting through the flow of magical power emitted by the wizards.

That day, twenty slaves were added to the estate.

* * *

Several days passed as the twenty-six wizards devoted themselves to the construction while crying.

Claude came and reported to Giselle.

"All the herbs you ordered have arrived. The tools are also ready."

"Okay, let's get started."

"What on earth are you planning to make? What is this specialty… … Is it some kind of herb that contains mana, like wheat?"

Claude asked with genuine curiosity.

I took a look at the blueprint that Jiselle had handed me, but it was just a combination of boiling, disassembling, mixing, and melting something… No matter how I looked at it, it was something that alchemists would use to make strange things.

"It's something that nobles would like. It's no fun if you know in advance, so look forward to it."

'Ahh… … . Should I believe this or not?'

Claude's mouth was itching to say something, but he held it back.

It had not been long since I had been dealt a blow by Giselle. Now was the time to hide and watch the pattern.

'It's impossible for a person to succeed every time. I need to wait and see how things go and then decide when to bet again.'

It was a common misconception among gambling addicts.

Because they succeeded last time, they believe there is a high chance of failure this time.

Even those who were from the Academy were prone to making the same mistake.

Claude chuckled to himself, thinking about how quickly he could bet again and get out of the slave contract.

Jiselle, who had been glaring at him with pitiful eyes, clicked her tongue and immediately moved away.

The area named 'Herbal Medicine Development Lab' had a fancy name but in reality there was nothing special about it.

On one side, there was a pile of medicinal herbs, and on the other side, there were tools designed by Giselle.

"Is this really an alchemist's workshop?"

Jiselle looked around the development room in admiration.

In fact, what he was trying to create was a product developed by a future wizard and alchemist working together, so it wouldn't be wrong to call it an alchemist's workshop.

"Call the wizards."

The magicians who were suddenly dragged in began to carve magic circles into their tools according to Giselle's orders.

Alfoy, whose face had become pale, shut his mouth and drew a magic circle.

I figured out that some magic circles were used to draw out the effects of herbs or remove impurities, but I couldn't figure out anything more than that.

'Even if I ask, you'll just say something nonsensical again.'

I was curious about where the device with the magic circle engraved on it would be used, but I held back my curiosity.

'I will never ask what it is. Just wait and see, I really won't ask. If I do, it will be my loss.'

Since the magic circles were relatively easy to draw, the work was completed in one day.

Curiosity is a wizard's instinct.

At that moment, I was about to turn back, exhausted from using up a lot of my magical power.

Alpoy finally couldn't hold it in any longer and asked.

"What is this? What are you making?"

"A thing that will make you money. Want to guess? If you guess, you're free. If you're wrong, you get 10 more years… … ."

"Okay! I won't do that!"

Alfoy grumbled and muttered curses to himself before leaving.

"You must have been shocked when you lost your first gamble. How dare you refuse so firmly."

Jiselle clicked her tongue, half in admiration and half in regret, and called the laborers over and ordered them to do the work.

Some sorted herbs, some boiled water, and some managed the fire.

The laborers repeated their assigned tasks mindlessly, without even knowing what they were doing.

"What is your lord making now?"

"I guess they're making some kind of medicine."

"What do we know? We just do what we're told. Isn't it good for your health?"

After a few days, thick black liquid started flowing out of the tool at the very end.

Jiselle dipped her finger in the water, sniffed it, and frowned.

"It wasn't this color. There seems to be something wrong. It doesn't smell good either."

The desired results did not come out right away.

If you try to implement a complex process using only the knowledge you've gleaned from your past life, there are bound to be mistakes.

But Giselle wasn't too worried.

Of course, it would be easier than creating something new from scratch.

Since I knew the big picture, it wasn't that difficult to modify the details.

For several days, Jiselle searched her memory, gradually adjusting the mixing ratio of the herbs, the reaction time, and the magic circle.

After several experiments, I finally got the results I wanted.

"Oh, perfect. Yes, this is it."

Unlike before, Jiselle smiled happily at the sight of the pure white extract.

I'm glad that the product was completed, but there was actually something even better.

In the previous life, this product was the biggest moneymaker for the Delphine Dukes.

Jiselle snorted as she thought about the guys who must be hard at work developing this product somewhere right now.

"Try to do your best, kids. It's too late."