Chapter 170 Magic Badge, First-Level Arcanist?
The transmission box slowly closed, turning on and off. In the silver wires inlaid on the black outer wall, there is light flowing rapidly, flickering on and off, just like breathing.
When it was opened again, there was a piece of snow-white paper lying in the box, half the size of an A4 paper, printed with the title of the paper, abstract, keywords, Gretel Nordmark's name, and a series of alternating letters and numbers. Mechanical sound ruthless broadcast:
"Please keep the receipt. After 24 hours, use the receipt to check for paper feedback——"
I didn't see the box move just now, so my paper was--passed away? To whom? Who is responsible for accurate distribution? Who is responsible for the review?
Gretel stared at the teleportation box without blinking, almost wanting to poke a hole in it. However, the transmission box remained motionless, and there was no human service in the room. Only a mechanical voice broadcast over and over again:
"Please keep the receipt. After 24 hours, use the receipt to check for paper feedback——"
Gretel: "..."
He silently took back the note and turned around to go out. Behind him, the transport box sank and the cover slid back shut. The mechanical voice saw off the guests without emotion: "Welcome again——"
…didn’t feel welcome, thank you.
Gretel turned to the magician management area next door and followed the receptionist's advice to apply for registration and a mage badge. As soon as I entered the door, I paused, almost thinking that I was in the wrong place again.
The overall style of the magician management area is much stiffer than that of the magic review area. The ceiling lines are horizontal and vertical, and the ceiling to the window frame and the wall below the window frame are covered with square sky blue blocks. The seats in the hall are not sofas, but rows of hard single chairs, arranged in rows horizontally and columns vertically.
Even the receptionist in the lobby is not a young lady wearing a long skirt with a sweet smile, but a young man with a straight shirt, a slim waistcoat and neat trousers. When guiding Gretel to handle affairs, he kept his eyes straight and felt the wind at his feet:
"Come to apply for registration and mage badge? Please come with me!"
The magician management area is divided into four parts: identity authentication, household registration management, job introduction, and education and welfare. There was a magician working at the identity authentication window. Gretel sat down in the waiting area, and a magician next to him immediately came over:
"Are you here for certification? Where are you from?"
Gretel turned to glance at him. The magician did not have a wand embroidered on his clothes or cuffs. Instead, he had a badge on his chest, with a pure black background and two bronze stars shining on it. Seeing Grete's curious eyes, he simply picked up the badge and gave it to him:
"Well, this is my mage badge, a second-level magician. The badge is much more convenient than the magic robe - every time I upgrade, I have to find someone to embroider it, or I have to buy a new robe, which is really annoying. ——”
Gretel Craftsman Nordmark said that this kind of trouble cannot be obtained. It's just embroidery. What surgeon doesn't know how to embroider? Although there are healing techniques after time travel, the ancestral skills still need to be practiced all the time, and it is difficult to let go.
"Yes, come and apply for the certificate." He replied with a smile. Then he asked curiously: "Why do you ask that?"
"You don't have a mage badge! - Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't. Many magicians from other places don't have it." The magician was a middle-aged man in his early thirties, with brown hair stained with water drops, and was patterned carefully on his forehead. Volume. He held his flat leather hat with one hand, pointed to the hall with the other, and circled:
"But at the headquarters, it's more convenient to register and get a badge. Look over there, magicians with badges can directly swipe everything they do. The subsidy from the council is also paid directly, so there is no need to queue up every month. Come and get it..."
Can this badge also be used as a bank card?
Seeing his interest, the brown-haired magician introduced him in more detail. He had seen too many magicians like Gretel. Those from the countryside had just come to the headquarters, and they were not registered in batches when the magic academy was recruiting students. It was obvious at a glance that they were just coming here to pursue their dreams. Such a magician, who doesn’t know the situation in Nevis, can be hired very cheaply for any adventure or job:
"Hey, in fact, the council's subsidy is only this small. If you are a level 1 mage, you only have one contribution point per month, which can be exchanged for one gold coin. Food and accommodation are also expensive here in Nevis. If you want If you stay, you have to find a job as soon as possible. The council has just issued a batch of tasks recently, which are to collect magic crystal ore in the Dui Mountain mine. Are you interested..."
Gretel: "..." No, thank you.
Just as he was about to excuse himself, the magician working in front had already received the badge and stood up to leave. At the identity authentication window, the clerk knocked on the table and raised his voice:
"Next person!"
Gretel greeted the brown-haired magician and walked forward. As soon as he sat down, the clerk opposite the desk pulled out a form and pushed it towards him:
"Come for identity verification? Fill out the form."
Gretel lowered his head, glanced at the paper, and couldn't help but pursed his lower lip. The paper in front of him was white and straight, and the quality seemed to be a bit better than the white scroll paper he bought at the stationery store when he first traveled through time. The Magic Council is really rich...
He lifted the quill beside him. There is not much content on the form on the paper. Apart from name, age, region, magic tendency and level, there is nothing more. It seems that the Magic Council does not care too much.
Grete couldn't help but look up. The thirty-year-old magician across from him was holding a cup of hot drink and slowly sipping it. After receiving his gaze, he threw over two pieces of white paper and said in a calm tone:
"Other content, you can write on other pieces of paper, such as which mage tower you have studied in before, what tasks you have completed, or what properties you own. When you are at the headquarters, you can entrust the Magic Council to manage it, and it will be easier to handle any disputes in the future. .”
Huh?
According to this, my hospital and my manor can be registered together? Can the manor be managed by a magic tower? Great, I can finally have money!
The corners of Gretel's mouth curled up, and she buried herself in writing. The clerk didn't wait for him to finish writing. When he saw that the form was filled, he turned around and took it in, placing it on a large translucent crystal. With a "beep" sound, a beam of blue light fell from above and swept across the paper line by line.
He himself was not watching. He sneaked to the next window to talk to a female clerk, making her tremble. She stretched out her bright red coat and patted him repeatedly.
After Gretel finished writing the form, he rested his chin on one elbow and leaned on the desk to look inside. After a while, a flap above the spar opened, and with a "ding" sound, a badge fell on the form. The clerk still didn't notice anything. He turned his back and concentrated on joking with the lady.
Grete waited patiently for another half minute, and finally got impatient: "Hey, is my badge ready?"
"What's the hurry!" The clerk yelled in a bad tone, grabbed the form and badge, staggered back, and slapped Gretel in front of him:
"Brand your spiritual power!"
Grete glanced at him without saying a word, imprinting his spiritual power as he was told. The clerk embedded the badge into a magic circle beside the table. He pressed something, and the lines on the magic circle suddenly brightened, connecting with the flowing light on the table, the ground, and even the wall. Silently, a bronze star lit up in the center of the dark badge.
"First-level magician." The clerk glanced at it nonchalantly, bent down, and took out another piece of paper from under the desk:
"This magician badge will record your personal information and mental imprint. The relevant precautions and usage methods are all on this piece of paper. Go back and take a good look at it. If the magic level changes in the future, remember to re-record it here. , or the mage tower in the county town can also be used."
"Okay, thank you." Grete reached out to take it: "Where is the badge?"
"Wait a minute! What's the hurry!" The clerk was finally willing to let go of the water glass, but rolled his eyes at him again: "I also need to record your arcane research level! - It's really a waste of time, what can a first-level magician do? Arcane level, you don’t even have half a point..."
The latter sentence was spoken in a very low voice, with his eyes on the table, as if he was talking to himself. As he spoke, his speaking speed became slower and slower, and his voice became lower and lower——
On the edge of the dark badge, a ring appeared slowly but surely. Under the reflection of the lone copper star, the silver ring became even more dazzling.
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