The old man filled in his name on the form very smoothly. In the young registrar's eyes, his handwriting was as elegant and concise as art. After taking back the form, the young girl could not help but doubt her own judgment. Could an "old man who is not very clear-headed" really write such good handwriting?
Of course, the girl was not a professional healer or druid. She was well aware of that. She would not be able to tell based on the handwriting. However, this brief moment of doubt still made her curious. She looked at the old man a few more times. Then, she could not help but ask, "May I ask, what is the purpose of your visit to Tarlund? I mean … you don't look young anymore. Joining the exploration team is a very risky thing. "
"Go to a strange land, witness some strange things, and do something thrilling that might be beneficial to many people. Now, all the above can be done by filling in a form. Do you need any more reasons?" The old man looked at the young girl as if she was an ignorant junior. "And it's Tarlonde! Any sane adventurer will seize this opportunity. It may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! "
"Well … what you said makes sense." The young registrar seemed to be shocked by the old man's enthusiasm. Her voice was a little weak. At the same time, she began to doubt her speculation about the old man's "illness". This seemed to be a passionate and clear-headed adventurer who was full of yearning for Tarlonde.
At the same time, she also noticed a detail in the old man's words: the old man called himself an "adventurer", not the "adventurer" that most people would call him. This subtle difference in the root of the word may not mean much to a careless adventurer, but the old man in front of her was most likely a well-educated mage extraordinary. Then, the word "adventurer" was most likely a proud title.
But was there a famous adventurer in the human world called "Modir"? The young registrar was a little uncertain. After all, she did not know much about this continent. Just a few weeks ago, she was still hunting seals in the distant Tarlonde.
The old mage called Modir obviously did not see that the young registrar behind the window was a Giant Dragon from Tarlonde. He just seemed to be intrigued by the topic at hand and could not help but whisper to himself, "Actually, I have another reason to go to Tarlonde … Miss, you may feel strange when I say it, but it's a feeling, a feeling like … fate is guiding me. Can you understand?"
"The feeling of fate guiding you?" The registrar's eyes widened in surprise, but then she smiled and nodded. "Of course, I won't feel strange. You look like a knowledgeable mage. Powerful mages can occasionally feel fate and the future. This is the power of the extraordinary. But your fate guiding you to Tarlonde is indeed a little strange …"
"No, miss, I'm afraid that's not the case when I say 'fate guiding you'. I can feel it myself. It has nothing to do with the ability of the extraordinary. It comes from the depths of my heart, pointing to something that I've forgotten … It's like I've been to that place and lost something there, and now I'm going to find it back …" Modir rambled on. At this moment, he seemed to have really become an old man in his twilight years, reminiscing about the past that even he was not very clear about. "There are many things that I can't remember clearly, many, many things, but sometimes …"
He suddenly stopped, as if he had just woken up from some kind of intoxication. An awkward expression appeared on his face. He looked at the young girl across the window and could not help but smile. He opened his hands and said, "I'm sorry, old people are like this. It's easy for them to get emotional. You see, I've said so many unnecessary things to you … Don't take it to heart."
The registrar looked at the old man. She listened to all the words of the old man carefully and did not show any impatience on her face. Communicating with every human here was an incredible new experience for her, and the old mage in front of her gave her a feeling that was even more different from the other adventurers who came to register.
She smiled and shook her head gently. "It seems that you have an extraordinary life experience. I sincerely hope that you can find the 'thing' you want in Tarlonde."
Then she paused and her smile became professional. "Now there's one last step. After filling in the form, please pay the fee of sixteen Fenars. This includes your registration fee, the cost of the adventurer's certificate, and the basic guide service after you arrive in Tarlonde. As for the round-trip cost to Tarlonde, it will be borne by the Giant Dragon Council. In addition, when you arrive at your destination, the council will also provide you with the basic camp and early supplies. As for how you will embark on an epic adventure in that land, that will depend on your own efforts."
The old mage Modir smiled and took out two brand new banknotes and a shiny coin from his pocket. As he passed them through the window, he asked curiously, "Now I'm a little surprised. There are so many unfilled spaces in my form, and I can actually pass? Is your standard for recruiting adventurers as long as there's a name? "
The girl was stunned for a moment and looked a little embarrassed. She lowered her head to take the money and the corner of her mouth twitched. "This … actually there is a certain standard of review, but the conditions are indeed more lenient. After all, this is the early stage of development …"
The young Dragon girl felt her face was a little hot. As a young dragon who had lived in the Giant Dragon Kingdom since she was young, she was obviously not as thick-skinned as some of her seniors who often wandered the human world. There were some things that she could not say: Tarlonde was severely lacking in manpower, of course, the more adventurers who could help clean up the polluted areas, the better. In fact, at this stage, not to mention those who could write their names, even those who could not read and came to register here, as long as there was no problem with their intelligence and limbs, as long as there was no problem with their intelligence and limbs, they could pass the 'review' …
As for whether there would be any problems when such a large number of adventurers came to Tarlonde, the experienced old Giant Dragon did not seem to be worried about it.
The girl kept her head down while her mind wandered. The work in her hands was not delayed at all. She took out a thin plate made of mithril alloy from a small drawer beside her and used a small machine to easily engrave the name and a serial number of the 'adventurer' Modir. On the back, she engraved the corresponding profession and a random place of birth. It was an extremely simple job, but the girl was completely immersed in it. Every movement was meticulous, as if she enjoyed this moment of 'having something to do' very much.
Although her job was just to hand over some forms and make some nameplates.
"By the way," the girl suddenly looked up. She glanced at the form beside her and then looked at Modir. "You only filled in your profession as a mage/alchemist, but you did not fill in your profession level. May I know what your mage level is?"
Hearing the question from the other side, Modir suddenly seemed to be confused again. He raised his hand and casually summoned a magic ball. Then, as he controlled the magic ball to spin, he frowned. "I don't remember joining any mage organization at all, and I don't remember anyone evaluating my mage level. And I also forgot how I learned many of my spells. Casting them all depends on instinct …"
"Then … how should I make your identity document?" The girl was in a dilemma. "This is more important. It involves the assignment of tasks to you. You have to at least fill in your level."
Modir waved his hand to disperse the magic ball and looked at the opposite side of the window with a serious face. "Very strong."
The registrar: "???"
"You just have to fill in 'very strong'," the old mage said with a serious face. "I believe you don't really care about this, do you?"
"This … Well, 'very strong' is not standard, but I can mark it as pending for you." The corner of the girl's mouth twitched helplessly. She lowered her head and quickly completed the subsequent production and registration process. Then, she handed an inch-long metal tag and a palm-sized leather-covered booklet out of the window. "This is your adventurer nameplate and booklet. The booklet contains your basic information and some guidelines for living in Tarlonde. These two things are your passes over there. Please take good care of them. If you lose them, please come here or the camp management department in Tarlonde to get a replacement."
"Thank you." The old mage took the items that were exchanged for sixteen Fenars and asked casually, "Then when and where do I leave?"
"You can go to the port and wait. A fleet of ships transporting supplies to Tarlonde is loading at the dock. One of them is a dual-purpose ship called the 'Mary on Ice.' It will set sail at ten o 'clock tomorrow morning. There will be many adventurers of the same period who will ride with you. You can rest at the 'Dragon's Kiss' inn near the port. With your adventurer nameplate and booklet, you can get free food and lodging there. The validity period is one hour before the Mary on Ice sets sail. "
"A precise sense of time. I like this." Modir smiled, kept all the items, and took a step back. "Goodbye, young lady."
"Have a safe journey. I wish you a regretless adventure."
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"So, next, I just need to put my spirit into this weirdly shaped hemispherical object and resonate with the runes inside. Then, I can enter the neural network?"
Amoun stared at a new device placed in front of him. After observing it carefully for a long time, he finally could not help but ask Mirmina beside him.
The Goddess of Magic, who was debugging the magic network terminal, turned her head from her concentration and looked at the "God of Nature" helplessly. She sighed. "So, what were you thinking when I taught you the first two times? Do you need to double-check such a simple process? "
"I just don't understand the principle of this thing … After all, it looks completely different from the 'immersion pods' we've seen in the advertisements before."
"Of course it's different. Have you forgotten what the installation staff said? They are 'specially made' — from the overall structure to the way the nerve cables are connected. Otherwise, with your and my size, how big would the 'immersion pods' be for us to lie in? "
Amoun thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "You have a point. But I still want to understand how this thing is connected to the magic network terminal …"
As he spoke, he continued to stare at the hemispherical device in front of him. Its size was smaller than the large magic network terminal. The main structure was a hemispherical magic instrument about two to three meters in diameter. Its silver-white shell radiated more than ten arc-shaped metal structures with runes and crystals as the center. The structure was covered with runes and crystals, and artificial nerve cables like a spine extended from the bottom of the hemispherical device and connected to the edge of a disc-shaped base. The entire device was next to the magic network terminal that belonged to him, and the two were connected by a runic chain.
At this moment, the device was in standby mode. The hemispherical structure was quiet inside, and only the runes and magic veins on the surface surged slowly like breathing.
The device had just been shipped to the Courtyard of Disobedience today, along with another identical device and a large magic network terminal, which Gwen Cecil had promised to give to the Goddess of Magic.
It was said that this device could allow the 'gods' who did not have the neural structure of mortals to connect to the neural network using some kind of mental pulse technology … Amoun did not understand the weird name, but he knew that the technology was created by the mortal named Kamel. It made sense because Kamel had no body and could only use his mental power to interact with the magic device, which was somewhat similar to Amoun and Mirmina.
"If you plan to understand the principle of this thing before establishing the connection, then I can probably contact Gwen directly and bring it back." Mirmina had finally finished adjusting her device and turned to see that Amoun was still competing with the hemispherical device. She finally could not help but say, "You are a 'nature god' who has been away from the mortal world for three thousand years and has never held the authority of magic. Why are you suddenly so interested in studying the principle of the arcanotech device? Is it too boring? "
"I just saw how easy it is for you to use these things …"
"We are different. I am smarter than you." Mirmina waved her hand, and the two magical network terminals and two hemispherical connection devices were activated. "So, let me confirm one last time. Do you still want to connect to this thing? If you don't, I will. By then, I won't have time to take care of you. "
"Connect! Connect!" Amoun immediately said. As he spoke, he extended his mental power towards the silver-white hemispherical device. He was very careful as if he was afraid that his powerful power would accidentally burn the delicate and fragile 'little thing'. But in the end, the crystallization of the wisdom of mortals resisted the spiritual contact of the god. A layer of flowing light quickly appeared on the surface of the hemispherical device, and a buzzing sound rang from the inside of the hemispherical device.
Amoun let his heart sink and opened his spirit. The powerful god carefully restrained his mind and imagined that he was entering a 'delicate world' through the small hemispherical device. He felt as if he was going through a narrow tunnel, and some senses that did not belong to him but could connect with him were trying to get close to him.
This was the product of the wisdom of mortals.
He hesitated for a second before choosing to believe in the connection unconditionally.
The next second, a world he had never heard of opened the door to him.
Before the light and shadow stabilized, he heard a pleasant voice in his ear.
"User 'High-Speed Stag' has entered the neural network pre-connection zone."
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