Having handed over the Ring of the Family Emblem of the First Heir, and accepting the gold coins and the manor, the main purpose of the trip has been achieved. There was no need to stay in the Ivy any longer, and Moriarty said goodbye to Baron Ensberg.

"Are you really going to go back south?" In the large study, the baron looked at his eldest son with some helplessness.

"Yes, but maybe a little bit in the other counties of the kingdom." Moriarty nodded.

"Or you can think about it, the family's plan to 'turn the town into a castle' has been finalized. Construction will begin in just over a month. If you wish, I can leave this project to you. With a sigh, the baron offered the final price and said.

Moriarty had long been aware of the plan to transform the town of Arte, the heart of the family's trade, into a brand new castle, and had previously read the draft of the plan in its entirety. In fact, at least in the hands of the previous Baron Ensberg, plans to build the family castle were already underway. However, the coordination of funds, manpower, and all aspects involved in this is too complicated, so it is not until today, decades later, that the corresponding preparations have finally come to an end, just waiting for the official groundbreaking. And if he can become the general person in charge of the project, you can imagine how considerable the invisible benefits Moriarty can get from it. Perhaps, this can also be seen as another compensation for the baron's eldest son.

"I don't think so." Moriarty just smiled and rejected his father's kindness.

"That's it." The baron really didn't have much to say about it.

That afternoon, Moriarty and two followers left the Ivy Manor. Just as no one welcomed when you came, you left quietly.

Next, Moriarty's carriage headed north, speeding through Auger and Takot counties to the royal capital of Standwell. And in order to avoid unnecessary trouble and cross-examination, White also changed out of heavy armor and changed to an ordinary samurai robe. Guderian, as for himself, had been muttering in the bumpy carriage with Moriarty.

It took more than half a month, and Moriarty and the other three finally came to the political core of Erathia, Standwell.

Unlike any castle or fortress Moriarty had ever seen, the king of Erathia was more of a city with tall walls than a fortress.

Historically, because of wars and destruction, Standwell has suffered damage from Yan zhòng three times before and after, and even came close to destroying it. But every time after the brutal war, the royal capital will stand again like a phoenix in flames, and each time it will be rebuilt bigger and stronger. So much so that in the current continent of Antagrich, there is no city or fortress that can compare to Standwell. And in Moriarty's memory, there are only a few great cities in the ancient East in the old world that can be compared.

Crossing a moat nearly ten meters wide, the wheels of the Moriati carriage finally slowly drove onto the solid gravel road of the capital of the king of Erathia. In the city, the main road is unusually wide, and the first line leads to the royal inner fort. On both sides of the main road, there are countless branch roads that extend out, running through different trade, resident, government, military and other blocks. From time to time, caravans of chariots and horses would pass along these branches, and bands of brightly armored soldiers would patrol the city. When the constant stream of pedestrians and traders saw a carriage or a patrolling cavalry, they would carefully dodge it, and then continue their activities and trade as if nothing had happened.

"Wow, this city is really big, even if it fits 100,000 people in one go, it's no problem." Sitting in the carriage, the silver-bearded dwarf kept looking out of the window, and at the same time shouted and shouted: "To build such a high and thick wall, I am afraid that a mountain will have to be hollowed out to have enough stone." ”…,

"There is no such great city in Avili?" Moriarty asked with a knowingly smile.

"No, Avili is a mountain except for the woods. The elves who usually have their nostrils facing the sky are like birds, and like to build houses in trees. We dwarves also like to build cities, but most of them are built in the mountains and underground, and we can't build them that big. Guderian shook his head regretfully, seeing what he meant, if the conditions allowed, the dwarves could build a city worthy of Standwell.

Because of the address pointed out by Johnson, after entering the royal capital, Moriatilo asked pedestrians about the path, and went directly to the headquarters of the Moon River Guild.

As the old mage introduced, Moon River's headquarters is housed in a rather old five-story brick building. It covers a vast area, almost half a block. However, the guild is located far away from the bustling commercial districts and residential buildings, so the side road called "Star Street" that runs through the front gate of the headquarters seems rather deserted and quiet.

Stepping out of the carriage, Moriarty glanced at the gate of the ancient brass lion's head, which was almost three people tall, smiled silently, and stepped inside. Behind him, White and Guderian followed.

Inside the gate is a hall covering an area of nearly 100 square meters, and the marble floor is smooth and bright. A large spiral inlay line is embedded in the snow-white marble slabs, giving it a solemn and serene appearance. However, Moriarty knew very well that these dark blue lines that seemed to be beautifully decorated actually formed a large-scale vigilant magic array. Of course, if fully activated, it should still have some kind of good magical defense effect.

Walking through the spacious hall, Moriarty went straight to the only reception window and stood still.

Inside the window, there was a short-haired girl with chestnut hair of about sixteen or seventeen years old, who had been intently reading a magic book. When he saw Moriarty and the others approaching, he immediately put down the book and stood up. It seems that he is a mage apprentice who acts as a front desk.

"Hello, Master Mage. Welcome to the Moon River Mage Guild, is there anything we can do for you? Looking at the silver star on Moriarty's chest, the chestnut-haired girl immediately said respectfully. However, there was a hint of hesitation in her eyes, obviously she had never heard of such a young second-level mage in the guild before.

"Hello, apprentice." Moriarty nodded and said bluntly, "I'm the second-level mage Moriarty. Ensberg, I'm here today to join the Moon River Guild. ”

"Oh, that's right." No wonder, the girl's heart moved, but she still maintained a respectful attitude: "Do you have a recommendation from a member of this guild?" According to the association's constitution, when a new member applies to join, he or she needs to be introduced by the old member first. ”

"Yes." Moriarty took out an envelope from his sleeve and placed it in front of the girl: "This is a letter of introduction prepared for me by Master Johnson, please check it out." ”

"Master Johnson—" The chestnut-haired girl remembered the image of the old mage in her mind, then carefully picked up the envelope, and then said to Moriarty: "Please wait here for a moment, I will immediately forward this letter to His Excellency the Mage of 'Bomen', and I am sure that I will reply to you soon." ”

"Okay, I'll wait." Moriarty smiled.

The girl bowed deeply to the mage again, then turned around with the letter of recommendation and ran briskly up the stairs behind her to the second floor, disappearing into the corner of the stairs in an instant. Moriarty, on the other hand, sat down on a couch on the side of the hall, with White and Guderian still vigilantly guarding behind him.

About five minutes later, there was a sound of footsteps, and Moriarty stood up. I saw a middle-aged mage with sparse gray hair holding Johnson's letter, striding down the stairs and walking straight towards him with a happy face. Behind him, the chestnut-haired girl trotted along. …,

"Hello, Mage Moriarty. Introduce myself, I am Barton, a fifth-level mage of the Moon River Mage Guild. On behalf of the Moon River Guild, I would like to welcome you to join us. As soon as he spoke, the middle-aged mage confirmed Moriarty's guild membership.

"Hello, Lord Barton, thank you for your permission." In accordance with the etiquette of the wizarding world, Moriarty saluted the mid-level mage.

"Come, please come with me, go to my office and talk to each other." Barton looked at the silver glove on Moriarty's left hand, his smile became brighter, and he immediately pulled Moriarty towards the second floor.

The chestnut-haired girl was taken aback by seeing the usually strict and unusual middle-level mage so attentive to accepting this new second-level low-level mage, but quickly stood aside and made way for a few people. After learning that White and Guderian were followers of Moriarty, Barton made an exception to allow them to enter the guild together.

Arriving at Barton's office on the second floor, the mid-level mage invited Moriarty to sit down, and then directly took out a registration form for the other party to fill out. Although he had learned the general background from Johnson's letter of recommendation, Barton couldn't help but laugh when he saw the information about Moriarty's aristocratic status and the existence of an independent alchemy studio.

It's been more than a hundred years, and Moon River finally has another alchemist member, and it's still so young. Barton could imagine that several other mid-level mages and even the high-level mages must have been as happy as he was when they learned this information.

After Moriarty signed his magic signature at the bottom of the form, Barton attached his signature to his side at the same time. At this point, Moriarty's application for membership is basically complete. However, when Barton flipped through the registration form and faced the blank "Membership Level" column, he hesitated.

"Mage Morriati, the membership level of Moon River is divided into twelve levels, which is basically set based on the mage's professional level, plus the reference to the mage's own contribution to the guild. And in addition to being a second-level mage, you are also a first-level alchemist. In my personal judgment, I would like to grant you a five-level membership level directly. The problem is that all authorizations from Level 5 and above require the prior consent of the elders before they can take effect. Speaking of this, Barton glanced at Moriarty: "So, for now, I can only grant you the fourth level of membership for the time being with my maximum authority. Do you think it's okay? ”

"That's—" Moriati lowered his head, speechless for a moment

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