Early the next morning, Moriarty went to the Lille squadron on the south side of Azurite City, dressed in civilian clothes. Because he had been cared for by Lille beforehand, Moriarty was led in after informing the sentries outside the camp of his name.

Unlike Erathia, Bracada's barracks were not located in small fortresses, but rather a ring of barracks built directly on a large clearing of land, in which many domed igloos were built to serve as barracks. Because it is located in the cold zone of the south, the traditional military system of Bracada does not have a large cavalry unit. As a result, not many horses were seen in the camp.

Halfway through the barracks, Moriarty came to the largest igloo in the middle of the barracks. At this time, Lille, who had been informed by the sentry, was already waiting at the door.

"Hello, Squadron Leader Lille." Moriarty was the first to salute.

"Hehe, you don't have to be so polite, just call me by name. I suppose you should be a straightforward warrior at this moment, Moriarty? Lille smiled and said, "Please come in." ”

"Thanks, Lille." Moriarty also smiled, and followed the other into the barracks.

The SnowRoom does not look dark because of the special skylight glass. This is also a perk peculiar to the Bracada people, because of the high percentage of wear and tear along the way, most of the houses outside of the Mage's Country cannot afford semi-luxuries such as glass. Only the locals of Bracada were able to apply glass in large quantities without fear of bankruptcy.

The area of this central snow room is very large, with almost 1,000 square meters.

In the front half of the room was a large magic sand table, clearly marked with all the important terrain and targets within fifty kilometers of Aquamarine. With a little bit of magic, Moriarty can instantly zoom in and scrutinize any of the targets on the sandbox. Of course, the maximum accuracy of this sand table in front of you is limited to five hundred meters. If it is a super magic sand table in the City Lord's Mansion, it can even directly track the appearance of anyone within a hundred kilometers of Blue Crystal City. However, this level of magic sand table is not something that Lille at the squadron leader level can control. However, even a magic sand table with an accuracy of 500 meters is definitely a military item that cannot be sold to the outside world, so except for the army of Bracada, the soldiers of other countries can only covet it.

In the back half of the room, all kinds of military supplies and ordnance are stacked in a mess, and the camp bed used by Lille is also erected in it.

"You may be seated, Moriarty." Knowing that the chaotic setup behind the SnowRoom was not suitable for receiving guests, Lille directly invited Moriarty to sit down on a few marching chairs next to the magic sandbox.

"Thank you." Moriarty sat down directly, then took out a rectangular box and handed it to Lille: "This is a small gift, please accept it." ”

"Hehe, you're so polite." With a move in his heart, Lille smiled and took the box, then opened it, only to see twelve glass test tubes filled with pale pink liquid neatly placed in the box. Looking at Moriarty again, Lille involuntarily took out a test tube and looked into the bright sunlight shining through the bright glass skylight, only to see the pale pink solvent glowing beautifully and familiarly in the daylight.

"These are my newly formulated brute force potions. Although it is definitely not as good as the potion refined by my uncle, it can still play some role. Seeing that the other party's eyes quickly revealed joy, Moriarty followed suit.

"Haha, you're so modest, Moriarty." Lille carefully put the potion back into the box, then closed the lid of the box, and laughed, "You are not yet twenty years old, you can make brute force potions on your own, you are really a genius." However, this gift of yours is a bit heavy! ”…,

According to the general market price of twenty gold coins per copy of the brute force potion, Moriarty's gift was worth two hundred and forty gold coins, which was equivalent to half a year's salary in Lille. Of course, it is naturally impossible for a person in charge of the average square at the level of Lille to live entirely on military salaries, and the gift of more than 200 gold coins is not light or heavy for him, but what really makes Lille value is Moriarty's real alchemy talent. As Lille said, twenty years old can refine brute force potions, so what about twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five? You know, the higher the level of a mage, the longer their lifespan. From the twelve brute force potions in front of him, Lille even vaguely saw another "Schmidt mage".

"Please accept it, otherwise I won't be able to learn swordsmanship here with peace of mind." In the face of Lille's praise, Moriarty also smiled casually.

Immediately, the relationship between the two warmed up.

Next, Moriarty began to study with Lille to continue his swordsmanship lessons. In the morning, Lille first spent more than an hour making a thorough assessment of the strength of Moriarty's existing fighters. As for the results, Lille is very satisfied. Especially for Moriarty's physical condition, Lille found that the genius alchemist even possessed the stamina and physique close to that of a second-level warrior.

After fully understanding the other party's background, Lille agreed with Moriarty on the follow-up swordsmanship course arrangement. At intervals of two days, Moriarty would receive swordsmanship training three times a week at the barracks in Lille. At the same time, Moriarty also secretly made a special request to Lille about learning the bow and crossbow, to which Lille also agreed, and arranged for one of his best archers to instruct Moriarty.

In the two months that followed, Moriarty's life returned to normalcy and order. Spell study, sword training, and alchemy research, he methodically walked his own path. At this moment, Schmidt didn't say much about Moriati's cultivation method, which was completely different from that of ordinary mages, but just stood aside and watched quietly, watching how far his nephew could go.

Time flies, and sixty days have passed in the blink of an eye, and Moriarty has also officially submitted an application to Hockenheim Academy for the test of advancing to the first level of mage.

In view of the peculiarities of Moriarty himself, the Provost of the Academy, Master Depra, personally presided over the testing ceremony in the hall on the first floor of the large teaching building. Freeman was there to watch at the same time.

"Moriarty Mage, to be honest, even though I've hosted too many mage advancement tests over the past few decades, I never imagined that one day I would have the opportunity to witness a Tier 1 Alchemist advance to Tier 1 Mage." Because Moriarty is now a registered alchemist belonging to Hockenheim, Depra's attitude towards Moriarty is very gentle and friendly.

"It's my honor to be promoted to a full-fledged mage under your auspices." Moriarty, who was still dressed in a mage's apprentice robe, stood in front of Depra very respectfully and said.

"Hehe, I hope this will be my glory one day." It can be seen that Depra has a very high opinion of Moriarty. This is not only because of Moriarty's great talent in alchemy, but also because of the mysterious induction between the two (pseudo) owners of the Elemental Realm, even though Moriarty did not dare to use the realm in front of Depra.

"Come on, let's get started." Without further ado, Depura returned to his normal color and said loudly: "The first part of the first-level mage promotion test: release three different first-level spells in a row, and the time limit is half an hour. ”

"Yes." …,

This was a fixed content, and Moriarty had known it for a long time, and even began to chant the incantation loudly.

The first is "Breath of the Wind", then "Petrified Skin", and the third is "Fire Magic Defense". In just five minutes, Moriarty had cast three first-level spells, and the object of the blessing was Depra himself.

"Yes, pretty good. The spell casting is proficient, the mana is full, and the mental control is accurate. Moriarty, your table xiàn is perfect. As a true master of magic, Depra only felt the state of his own magic for a moment, and then smiled.

On the other side, Schmidt and Kahn also nodded to Moriarty's cousin. Truth be told, even some second- and even third-level mages may not be able to summon three spells in a row as cleanly as Moriarty.

"There is no doubt that you have already passed this part of the test. If you can rate it, you have undoubtedly won another 'Excellent+'. Looking at Moriarty, who still looked dignified in front of him, Depra nodded secretly and said, "And the second part of the next part is customary to be the assessment of specific tasks. ”

"Yes, please post a test task." Moriarty bowed.

"Of course, young man, but don't be in a hurry. Before I officially announce your mission, I would like to make a special note. At this time, Depra suddenly said again.

"Special instructions?" Moriarty didn't expect such a change, and couldn't help but frown lightly at the High Mage.

At this time, Schmidt and Kahn, who were standing not far away, also immediately glanced at each other, and it seemed that they also did not know what Depra's so-called "special instructions" meant. However, judging by Schmidt's eyes, if there was any malicious obliminance in the "special instructions" mentioned by Depra, the mid-level mage would definitely protest and refute it on the spot. Although the likelihood of such an event happening is slim to none.

"Yes, a special note, and a special note from the Dean." Depra carefully observed Moriarty's expression and smiled.

"Your Excellency the Grand Arcanist?" Moriarty was even more surprised, but then he calmed down and said in a deep voice: "Please speak." ”

"Master Figaro has personally prepared two different missions for your advancement test, and you are free to choose one of them."

"Two different missions?"

"Yes, but I won't announce the specifics of the mission until you make your choice." Depra continued.

"So, what's the hint?" If there is no hint, it is guessing, so Moriati thought for a moment and asked directly.

"There's only one hint." The high-level mage nodded appreciatively and said, "That's it, type!" ”