The morning sun spreads across the earth, illuminating the entire city brightly.
In a spacious hall that was decorated very luxuriously, wizards were walking around, shuttling back and forth in front of counters, looking very busy.
If you look closely, you can find that these wizards are shrouded in a subtle force field with slight mental vibrations. They are obviously official wizards.
"Hello, is this the registration office for the Emerald Hand?"
At a certain counter, a gentle voice came from the front.
This is a young wizard wearing a white robe with gold edges. He looks like he has just reached adulthood. He is standing in front of the counter, with a handsome face looking at a female apprentice who is in charge of registration at the counter.
"Hello, this is the registration office for the Jade Hand. May I ask who you are?"
He raised his head and glanced at Athir. The female apprentice at the counter in front of him smiled warmly and asked Athir.
"I'm Athir Fakus, and I'm here to take the test."
Looking at the female apprentice in charge of registration in front of him, Atier spoke to her without changing his expression.
Hearing what Athir said, the female apprentice in charge of registration suddenly brightened up, and her eyes became more serious when she looked at Athir.
The Emerald Hand is a large wizarding organization well-known in the vicinity. It has many experienced pharmacists and is very famous in the Meissen area.
In order to join such a wizarding organization, in addition to being a formal wizard, one must also be proficient in alchemy, which is a very rare talent.
Not long after, after Athir registered some things, he received a black certificate from the counter. It was engraved with a pattern of an emerald gem and many organized magic patterns.
This is proof of permission to participate in the assessment and is also the first step to joining these large wizarding organizations.
Although official wizards are welcome, those wizard organizations cannot accept everyone. They will inevitably conduct a detailed review of their identities and even past information.
In this regard, Athir had no problem. His past experience was easy to check, and the Northern Plains was not a remote place. At most, he just spent some time investigating, and he passed the identity review smoothly.
After getting the certificate, Athir followed the flow of people to one side of the hall, walked along the corner to the front, and came to another spacious room.
The room was very large, with hundreds of chairs arranged inside, but at this moment there were only a dozen people sitting in them, making the entire room look much more empty.
"They are all official wizards."
He found a random seat and sat down, feeling the aura of the wizards around him, and Athir couldn't help but sigh.
There were different auras released from the surrounding wizards. Some of them gave off a strong smell of blood, some were as friendly as a gentle spring breeze, and some were filled with violent force fields and looked very difficult to deal with.
None of the wizards who can be promoted to formal wizards are simple. Most of the wizards sitting with Athir are wild wizards with no background. The fact that they can be promoted to formal wizards without any background support shows that they are not simple.
Among the wizards around him, Athir also saw some who looked different from ordinary people.
Some people have thick facial hair, which makes them look more like beasts than humans. Some are very tall, at least two meters tall if they stand up, and their muscles make them look more like barbarians.
These are all alien wizards, or they have some alien blood in their bodies, just like Athir who also has half elven blood.
Those with thick hair on their bodies are likely to have some orc blood in their bodies. As for those with tall stature, they are a minority group unique to the Meissen area. Although they are also human, their stature is generally much taller than ordinary people.
While Athir was looking at the others, the other wizards were also looking at Athir silently.
The wizards who enter this room are basically wild wizards who want to join the wizarding organization. To some extent, other wizards are hidden competitors, so naturally they have to be paid attention to.
With a click
, a door in front of them opened. Several figures walked in from outside and came to the podium in front of the room.
There are three figures in total, all shrouded in an inexplicable force field fluctuation. There is a powerful mental force faintly vibrating on the surface of their bodies, causing energy particles to gather on the surface of their bodies and emit bursts of light.
Feeling the aura of these three people, the wizards present couldn't help but feel solemn and nervous.
"As expected of a large wizard organization, the first one they send out is a wizard in the transformation period." Beside him, Athir faintly heard the whispers of other wizards, with a complex emotion.
In the Meissen area, although the number of formal wizards is much larger than in other places, the number of wizards in the transformation period is still very small, and their status is much higher than that of ordinary formal wizards.
Among ordinary forces, as long as there is a wizard in the transformation stage, it can be regarded as a medium-sized force. But now, there are three wizards in the transformation stage standing in front of Athir.
"I am the person in charge of Blackthorn Academy. Anyone who wants to register for Blackthorn Academy, follow me immediately!"
Walking to the podium in front, a gloomy middle-aged wizard in black robes and with a hooked nose spoke first. He was shrouded in a bloody crimson halo, and the mental fluctuations emanating from it made many wizards present frown secretly.
"Those from Griffin Academy, follow me." At the side, a middle-aged wizard wearing aristocratic robes and looking like an aristocrat also spoke seriously. There was also a layer of force field vibrating on his body, intimidating the many wizards below.
"Those who signed up for the Emerald Hand, please follow me."
Finally, a gray-robed wizard who looked like an ordinary old man also spoke. His face looked calm, as if he didn't care about anything.
They seemed not to care about the wizard in front of them. After saying the organizations they represented, they turned around and walked out the door.
Behind the three of them, many wizards did not hesitate and walked towards the leaders of the organizations they had signed up for.
Athir observed carefully for a while and found that the Blackthorn Academy had the most people, while Griffin Academy had fewer people, but the number was not bad. However, the Emerald Hand, where he applied, had the least number of applicants, with only three people including him.
There is a reason for this, of course.
In the Meissen area, the Blackthorn Academy has a very ruthless style. There are many blood wizards in the academy, who are famous for their strong combat power and crazy style.
Although this kind of academy is somewhat dangerous, the admission requirements are relatively relaxed. It does not care too much about the identity and other aspects of the wizard, but only focuses on combat effectiveness. It is very suitable for many wild wizards wandering outside.
Griffin College is a serious academic organization with many strict regulations. If there is any problem with identity, you will not be able to pass the review. Even if you pass the test successfully, you need to sign a strict contract, which makes it relatively unpopular.
As for the last Emerald Hand, although the treatment is relatively generous and other aspects are relatively relaxed, the recruitment conditions are too harsh for ordinary wizards, and one must be a pharmacist.
Walking along the road to the front, Athir came to a spacious laboratory with several wizards beside him.
In the laboratory, there are small experimental tables with many things placed on them, most of which are equipment needed for refining medicines.
Looking at these things, a glimmer of understanding flashed in the eyes of the three wizards participating in the test, including Athir.
These wizards will naturally inquire carefully about the academy they want to join, and the content about the test is of paramount importance.
The Emerald Hand is an organization famous for its potion-making skills. The organization cares a lot about the wizards' attainments in alchemy, and the content of its tests is naturally related to potion-making.
"Those who can refine three different basic potions within two hours will pass."
When they arrived here, the gray-robed old wizard who was walking in the front stopped, looked at Athir and the other two behind him and said, "The materials are right next to it. As testers, you can have an hour to prepare. If there is anything you need to prepare, you can ask during this time."
Hearing his words, the two wizards beside Athir nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then walked to the counter on the side, apparently needing to prepare something.
The difficulty of refining basic potions is not that great. Since the three wizards present dared to take part in the test, they must have some skills and there will be no problem in refining basic potions.
The real difficulty lies in time. Three different basic potions must be refined within two hours, which requires a lot of time and accuracy. If there are a few failures in the refining process, it may lead to insufficient time.
In order to ensure that you pass, you naturally have to choose a few potions that take relatively less time to refine and that you are most proficient in.
Watching the two competitors go to the counter to prepare, Athir did not move. He saluted directly to the gray-robed old wizard in front of him with a smile on his face: "I don't have any questions. We can start now."
"Oh?" Looking at Athir, the old wizard was a little surprised, but still nodded in agreement.
Under the surprised eyes of other wizards, Athir took a portion of materials directly from the counter and walked to the test bench in front.
"Only accepting one set of materials, is this true confidence or arrogance?"
Looking at Athir, the old wizard in gray robe had a calm expression and thought quietly in his heart.
Under his gaze, Athir began his actions.
A slightly blue flame began to ignite, and in front of Athir's eyes, several pieces of material were quickly processed and then quickly put into the grooves in order.
His movements were fast but precise, like a high-precision machine; his movements had no deviation and looked incredibly smooth.
The wizards present all had some knowledge of alchemy, and when they saw Athir's smooth movements, they were stunned.
Not long after, a faint fragrance came from the front, with an active fluctuation of energy particles, which could be clearly felt.
(End of this chapter)