The transmission box slowly closed, turning on and off. In the silver wire inlaid on the black outer wall, there was 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 letters and numbers.
Mechanical sound ruthless broadcast:
"Please keep the receipt. After 24 hours, use the receipt to check for feedback on the paper——"
I didn't see the box move just now, so my paper was - passed on? To whom? Who is responsible for accurate distribution? Who is responsible for review?
Grete stared at the teleportation box without blinking, almost wanting to poke a hole in this thing. However, the teleportation box did not move. 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 feedback on the paper——"
Gretel: "..."
He silently retrieved the note and turned around to go out. Behind him, the transfer box sank and the cover slid back and closed. The mechanical voice sent off the guest without emotion: "Welcome again——"
...I didn’t feel welcomed, thank you.
Grete turned to the magician management area next door and followed the receptionist's advice to apply for registration and mage badges. As soon as he entered the door, he paused, almost thinking that he had gone to 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 walls from the ceiling to the window frame and below the window frame are coated with square sky blue blocks. The seats in the hall are also
It's not a sofa, but rows of hard single chairs, arranged in rows when viewed horizontally and columns when viewed 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 Grete to handle affairs, his eyes are not squinting, and the wind is blowing 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. A magician was working at the identity authentication window. Grete 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's clothes and cuffs did not have a wand embroidered on them. Instead, he had a badge on his chest, with a pure black background and two bronze stars shining on it. He was curious to see Gretel.
Looking at him, he simply picked up the badge and gave it away:
"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 annoying to death.
——”
Gretel Craftsman Nordmark said that this kind of trouble cannot be obtained. It is just embroidery. What surgeon can't embroider? Although there is healing technology in time, the ancestral craft still needs to be practiced all the time.
Easy to let go of.
"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. His brown hair was stained with water drops and was patterned carefully on his forehead.
Writing a scroll. He grabbed his flat leather hat with one hand and pointed to the hall with the other hand, circling in a circle:
"But at the headquarters, it's more convenient to register and get a badge. Look over there, magicians with badges can do everything directly. 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 that he was interested, the brown-haired magician introduced him in more detail. He had seen many magicians like Gretel. He just came to the headquarters from the countryside, and he was not the one who registered in batches during the enrollment period of the magic academy. He could tell at a glance that he had his head covered.
Fuck you, come here to pursue your dreams. Such a magician, who doesn’t know the situation in Nevis City, can have any adventures or jobs, and can be hired very cheaply:
"Hey, actually 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 redeemed 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 his 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, scanned 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 paper for scrolls he bought at the stationery store when he first traveled through time. The Magic Council,
Really rich...
He lifted the quill beside him. There was not much content on the form on the paper. Apart from name, age, region, magical tendency and level, there was nothing more. It seemed that the Magic Council didn't 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 calmly:
"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, so that disputes in the future can be easily handled.
.”
Huh?
According to this, my hospital and my manor can be registered together? The manor can also be entrusted to the magic tower to manage it? Great, I can finally have money!
The corner of Grete's mouth curled up and he was immersed 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. There was a "tick" sound, and a beam of blue light fell from above.
I scanned the paper line by line.
He himself was not watching, but slipped to the next window to talk to a female clerk, who made her tremble. She stretched out her bright red coat and patted her 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 there was a "ding" sound, and a badge fell on the form. The clerk still didn't notice anything.
He was unaware, with his back on his back, concentrating on talking and 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 Grete in front of him:
"Brand your spiritual power!"
Gretel glanced at him without saying a word, and imprinted her mental power as instructed. The clerk embedded the badge into a magic circle beside the table. He didn't know what he pressed, and the lines on the magic circle suddenly brightened up, matching the table, the ground, and even the wall.
The flowing light in the body connected. 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 record it again 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?
I don’t even have half a point for the arcane level..."
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 emerged slowly but surely. Under the reflection of the lone copper star, the silver ring became more and more dazzling.