Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, Moriarty woke up automatically at the prompting of her biological clock.

Getting up from the bed, Moriarty moved his body and joints directly in the room, and then washed his face with cold water, changed into a new mage apprentice robe, and walked out of the room.

This apprentice's robe was made for him by Moriarty's late mother, Helen, before she died, and it seems that she has hardly worn it before, so it is still brand new. A similar style of apprentice robe was worn by other mage apprentices on the street yesterday, so I guess it should be a standard style.

Of course, unlike the mage robe of a formal mage, the apprentice robe is not considered a magic item, and it cannot give any help to the mage apprentice in casting spells. The mage robe can almost provide some magical assistance to the wearer, but the process is different.

Walking down the stairs, I saw Mrs. Lucy setting up the round table in the parlor--dining room on the ground floor of the hostel, with Chestnut Hair helping by the side. When Moriarty, dressed in a mage's apprentice robe, stepped down, the old lady immediately greeted her with a smile, while the girl seemed surprised.

"Good morning!"

After saying good morning to the two, Moriarty sat down at the table, and the girl immediately brought a large glass of milk, while Mrs. Lucy returned to the kitchen to prepare the omelette.

"Excuse me, are you a mage's apprentice?" Seemingly still a little unsure, the chestnut girl asked as she looked at Moriarty curiously.

"I am." Drinking half a cup of fresh milk, Moriarty said with a smile.

"So you're here to study at Hockenheim?" The girl then asked.

"Yes." Moriarty nodded.

"Ah, that's nice. It's great to be able to go there and learn magic. The girl was amazed at once, and her face was envious.

"Alright, Anna, don't bother the guests anymore. Come and help in the kitchen. As if hearing the chestnut hair's shout, Mrs. Lucy complained a little, "You kid, your mind is full of magic." ”

"Yes, Grandma." When Mrs. Lucy shouted at her, Anna had to run to the kitchen with her mouth pouted.

After a while, Anna returned to the parlor again, with a large plate in her hand. The plate contained a generous portion of scrambled eggs, two palm-sized slices of fried cured meat, a strip of oily bacon, and a loaf of white bread.

"Please, guest." Anna carefully placed the plate on the table.

"Yes, thank you."

After breakfast, Moriarty settled the accommodation with Mrs. Lucy, and then left the Hans Inn.

Walking out of the hostel and into the street, the sun had just risen, but there were already many pedestrians on the street. Most of them are small business vendors, and there are also many mobile cars that sell breakfast. Because he had just eaten a hearty breakfast, in the face of the strange but equally fragrant Bracada breakfast, Moriarty had no appetite to fill it up for the time being.

Walking slowly along the way we came from yesterday, breathing in the fresh morning air while adjusting to my best condition. After about fifteen minutes, Moriarty walked through Fountain Square to the Hockenheim School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Unlike the magic school that most people imagine, Hockenheim School of Witchcraft and Wizardry does not have towering walls, no heavy guards, or even a formal and decent school gate. If it weren't for the spires of several mage towers of varying heights towering over the forest in the distance, many people would have thought of this place as a large central green space next to the square.

However, it wasn't the mage towers that captured Moriarty's eye with their high magical wisdom, but the patterns and symbols carved into the floor of the academy's entrances in different shapes and sizes, but all the way to the depths of the academy. There is no doubt that this is a wonderful magic array. …,

And when Moriarty stepped one of his feet on the outermost edge of the magic array, immediately, a little insignificant light lit up on that perfect line. At the same time, Moriarty instinctively sensed a seemingly non-existent magical gaze that instantly swept over his entire body, not even sparing a single fold in his robe. But in the blink of an eye, the magical gaze was retracted. But Moriarty believes that his own footage and much of the other key material have been documented by Hockenheim.

This is a high level of magical civilization. For a moment, Moriarty had the illusion that he was back on Earth and was being monitored holographically. However, there is an essential difference from electronic technology, and the glance of this magic array must be much more comprehensive. Even the human soul can be thoroughly probed if necessary.

It's no wonder that Hockenheim doesn't need those formal walls or guard guards anymore, because as long as he enters the scope of this super magic array, if he wants to do something unfavorable to the academy, I'm afraid it will be too difficult.

Moriarty didn't stop, and directly stepped his other foot into the magic array, and continued to walk towards the inside of the academy. After a while, a middle-aged man who looked like a school worker appeared in front of Moriarty. There was no doubt that he must have received a message from the magic array and came out to receive the visitors.

"Good morning, young man, please state your identity." This school worker is just an ordinary person, not a non-teacher, but his expression is quite arrogant. It's no wonder that being able to work in the Academy of Magic naturally gives you a sense of superiority. However, when he saw Moriarty wearing an apprentice's robe, the school worker didn't dare to be too pretentious. Otherwise, if it is just ordinary tourists or civilians on the other side, I am afraid that they will be directly reprimanded and driven out.

"Good morning. I'm Moriarty. Ensberg, from the Kingdom of Erathia. Moriarty greeted the school worker politely.

"So what did you come to Hockenheim for, Apprentice Moriarty? You're not a student at this college, are you? The school worker asked directly.

"Yes, it's my first time in Hockenheim. The purpose of this visit is to visit His Excellency Schmidt. ”

"Your Excellency Schmidt?" The school worker was a little stunned, not sure what the other party came from, but shook his head and said, "But you must know that His Excellency Schmidt never entertains guests at will." ”

"It's okay, please give this to Your Excellency, and he will naturally receive me." As he spoke, Moriarty took out the envelope of the letter his uncle had sent to him and handed it to the school worker, along with a bracada gold coin. This is what Moriarty came back yesterday from a pre-exchange at the Sapphire Restaurant.

"Oh, okay." Taking the envelope and the gold coin, the school worker smiled and nodded: "Then, please wait." After saying that, he turned around and walked directly to the forest behind.

Watching the back of the school worker quickly disappear, Moriarty stopped moving, just stopped and waited.

After about ten minutes, the school worker trotted back here, and at this time he was already smiling: "Mr. Moriarty, please come with me, His Excellency Schmidt is already waiting for you." ”

"Okay, thank you." Moriarty smiled and walked briskly into Hockenheim.

Following a gravel path, Moriarty and the school staff first walked through a birch forest, and then behind a large lawn emerged a five-story college building. You know, there is no such thing as reinforced concrete in this world, so it is very difficult to build buildings higher than three stories. The five-storey school building, which appears to be made of conglomerate, has a sturdy shape and occupies a large area. It seems that there should be a huge number of teachers and numerous real rooms. …,

However, instead of taking Moriarty to the academy building, the school staff made a circle and went straight to a seven-story mage tower located not far to the west of the building.

It was a tall black tower made of obsidian and marble, with no windows or doors. It's like a black iron pillar that goes straight into the sky.

"We're here." Coming to the Black Mage Tower, the school worker said to Moriarty, and then stepped forward alone and shouted to the completely seamless Mage Tower, "Your Excellency Schmidt, I have brought someone here." ”

"Well, let him in." Soon, a voice that seemed to be synthesized by machinery sounded in mid-air, and immediately, a door suddenly appeared at the bottom of the mage tower, which was originally tight.

"Please come in." The school worker pointed to the tower gate and said with an envious expression.

"Goodbye, then." Moriarty nodded to the schoolmaster and stepped through the door, where the mage tower closed again, becoming one again.

Entering the tower, Moriarty felt that it was dark in front of him, but before he could get used to it, he suddenly felt dizzy, and when he calmed down again, he found himself standing in a spacious, bright workshop.

This is a typical mage's workshop, a huge workbench is placed with all kinds of test tools, there are test tubes, tongs, pots, heating furnaces, stirring devices, there are no less than dozens of pieces, almost the entire workbench is occupied. Elsewhere in the room, there were various raw materials piled up, as well as some half-finished magic items. The most striking feature is a two-and-a-half-metre-tall bronze mechanical puppet (Tin Man) on one side of the workshop. Moriarty had heard of such magical golems, but this was the first time he had seen them. It is said that there are not many bronze mechanical puppets that can survive after the ice apocalypse and can still operate today. However, looking at this humanoid puppet that was two or three heads larger than himself, Moriarty faintly felt that the magical energy was still slowly running in his extremely heavy body. Obviously, as long as the puppet's owner gives an order, the bronze mechanical puppet is afraid that it will immediately move and smash the intruder to pieces.

And at this moment, a bronze door behind the puppet suddenly opened, and out of it came a man in a mage robe, with three yellow stars dotted on his chest, looking at Moriarty with blazing eyes.

It was undoubtedly Moriarty's uncle, the mid-level mage His Excellency Schmidt.