The old man filled in his name on the form very smoothly, in a font that seemed to the young registrar to be as elegant and simple as art—after receiving the form that was handed back, the girl could not help but begin to doubt her own judgment, could an "old gentleman who was not very sober in his mind" really be able to write such a good hand?

Of course, the girl was not a professional physician or a druid, and she knew this very well, and she could not tell anything by the font, but this momentary suspicion still made her look at the old man curiously, and then she couldn't help asking, "May I ask what is the purpose of your trip to Tallrond?" I mean...... You don't look young anymore, and joining a pioneer group is a risky thing to do. ”

"Do you need more reason to travel to a strange land, to witness something unfamiliar, to do something thrilling and potentially beneficial to many, and now that all of this can be done with just one form?" The old man looked at the young girl with an ignorant look at the youngster, "And that's Talrond!" Any adventurer in their right sense will seize this opportunity, and it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! ”

"This ...... There is some truth to what you say," said the registrar, as if intimidated by the old man's enthusiasm, and said in a somewhat vague tone, and at the same time more suspicious of his own speculation about the "illness" of the old man in front of him—this really seemed to be a passionate, sane and sober adventurer, and full of yearning for Talrond?

At the same time, she also noticed a detail in the other party's words: this old man called himself an "adventurer", not an "adventurer" in the general population, this subtle root difference may not be a big enough among the rough adventurers, but the old man in front of him is very likely to be a well-educated mage transcendent, so the word "adventurer" is very likely to carry a proud title.

But is there a famous adventurer named "Mordir" in the human world? The young registrar was a little unsure, given her lack of knowledge of the continent – just a few weeks ago she was hunting seals in distant Talrond.

The old mage named Mordir, apparently unaware that the young registrar behind the window was a dragon from Tarrond, he just seemed to be stirred up by the topic at hand, and couldn't help but whisper to himself: "Actually, there is another reason why I went to Talrond...... Girl, maybe you'll feel weird when I say it, but it's a feeling, a kind of ...... Fate-like feelings, can you understand? ”

"What does it feel like fate is directed?" The registrar's eyes widened in surprise, but then he smiled and nodded, "Of course, I don't feel weird - you seem to be a very knowledgeable mage, and powerful mages can occasionally sense fate and the future, which is the power of the transcendent - but it's a little strange that your destiny guidance will point to Tallrond......"

"No, girl, I'm afraid I'm talking about 'destiny guidance' that's not like that, I can feel it myself—it has nothing to do with the abilities of the transcendental, it comes from the depths of my heart, pointing to something I have forgotten...... It's like I've been to that place and lost something there, and now I'm going to get it back......" Mordir babbled, as if he had really become an old man in his twilight, recalling some of the past that he didn't even know clearly, "I have a lot of things I can't remember, many, many things, but sometimes ......"

He stopped suddenly, as if awakened from some kind of intoxication, an embarrassed expression appeared on his face, he looked at the young girl across the window, couldn't help but smile, and spread his hands: "I'm sorry, older people are like this, it's easy to sigh inexplicably, you see, I told you so many unnecessary things...... Don't take it personally. ”

The registrar looked at the old man, she listened carefully to all the other man's words, and there was no impatience on her face - communicating with every human here was an incredible new experience for her, and the old mage in front of her gave her a feeling that was even more different from the other adventurers who came to register.

She smiled and shook her head slightly, "It looks like you've had an extraordinary life experience, and I sincerely hope you can find the 'thing' you are looking for in Talrond." ”

Then she paused, and her smile became professional: "Now there is one last step - after filling out the form, please pay the fee of sixteen fenars, which includes your registration fee, the cost of the adventurer's voucher and the basic guide service after you arrive in Tarlund, as for the return cost to Tallrond, the dragon council will bear the cost of the return trip to Tallund, and when you arrive at your destination, the council will also provide you with basic camps and early supplies, as for how to embark on an epic adventure in that land afterwards, It's up to you. ”

The old mage Mordir laughed, took out two brand-new banknotes and a shiny coin from his pocket, and asked curiously as he passed through the window: "At this time, I was a little surprised - my form is so empty that I can't fill it out, can I really pass it?" Do you have a standard for recruiting adventurers, as long as you have a name? ”

The girl was stunned for a moment, her expression was a little embarrassed, and she pulled the corners of her mouth while lowering her head to take the money: "This ...... In fact, there are still certain audit standards, but the conditions are indeed relatively relaxed, which is after all the early ...... of pioneering."

The young dragon girl felt a little hot-skinned, as a young dragon who has lived in the dragon country since she was a child, she is obviously not as strong-skinned as some of her predecessors who often come to the human world to wander, and some things she really can't say: Tarlund is very short of people, and the more adventurers who can help clean up the polluted area, the better, in fact, at this stage, not to mention the adventurers who can write their names, even if they can't read and write, they can register here, but anyone with no problem with intelligence and sound limbs can pass the "audit"......

As for whether there will be a problem of order after such a large number of adventurers of mixed quality arrive on the continent of Talrond...... The seasoned old dragons don't seem to be worried.

The girl kept her head down and busied herself with her thoughts in mind, and the work in her hands was not delayed in the slightest - she took out a sheet made of Mithril alloy from the small drawer next to her, and used a small machine to easily etch the name and a number of "adventurer" Mordir on it, and engraved the corresponding profession and a random birthplace on the back, it was a simple job, but the girl was completely immersed in it, and every movement was meticulous, as if she was enjoying this "something to do" moment.

Although her job is only to hand over some forms and make some nameplates.

"By the way," the girl suddenly looked up, she glanced at the form next to her, and then looked at Mordir, "You only filled in your profession as a mage/alchemist, but not your class level, may I ask what is your mage level?" ”

Hearing the inquiry from the other side, Mordir seemed to suddenly fall into confusion again, he raised his hand and summoned a magic ball very casually, and then frowned while controlling the magic ball to rotate: "I don't remember at all that I have ever joined any mage organization, nor do I remember who has rated my own mage level, and I have also forgotten how many of my spells were learned, and it is all up to instinct to release them......"

"That'...... How do I create an ID for you? "The girl is embarrassed," this is more important, and it involves assigning your tasks, at least fill in a level. ”

Mordir waved his hand to disperse the magic ball, and looked at the other side of the window with a serious face: "Very strong." ”

Registrar: "?? ”

"You just have to fill in strongly," said the old mage with a serious face, "I'm sure you don't really care that much, do you?" ”

"This ...... Okay, 'very strong' is not up to the norm, but I can make a note for you to be determined," the girl twitched the corners of her mouth helplessly, lowered her head and quickly completed the subsequent production and registration process, and then handed out a metal tag that was only an inch long and a leather booklet the size of a palm out of the window, "This is your adventurer nameplate and manual, the manual contains your basic information and some guidelines for living in Tallund, these two things are your pass over there, please be sure to keep it in a safe place - if you lose it, Please go here or the camp management in Tallund as soon as possible to make up for it. ”

"Thank you," the old mage asked casually, taking the sixteen fenars in exchange, "and when and where do I go?" ”

"You go to the harbor and wait, a fleet of ships carrying supplies to Talrond is loading at the docks, and one of them is a passenger and cargo ship, called the 'Mary on Ice', which will set sail tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning, and many of the same adventurers will be with you. You can rest at the Dragon's Kiss inn near the port, where you can get free room and board with an adventurer's nameplate and brochure – valid until an hour before the Marie on Ice sets sail. ”

"I like the idea of time," Mordil smiled, gathered all his belongings, and took a step back, "Goodbye then, little girl." ”

"Have a good journey – and have a great adventure with no regrets."

……

"So, then I just need to probe my spirit into this weird-shaped hemisphere and resonate with the runes inside to enter that neural network?"

Amone's eyes were glued to a new device placed in front of him, and after carefully observing it for a long time, he finally couldn't help but speak to Mirmina, who was beside him.

The goddess of magic, who was debugging the terminal of the magic net, turned her head from her concentration, glanced at the "God of Nature" a little helplessly, and sighed: "So what were you trying to write when I taught you on both sides in front of me?" Does such a simple process need to be double-checked? ”

"I just don't understand how this thing works...... After all, it doesn't look like the 'immersion pod' we've seen in commercials before. ”

"Of course it's different, have you forgotten what the installer said? They're 'tailor-made'—from the overall structure to the way the nerve cords are connected, otherwise how big would it be for us to lie down in a 'immersion pod' of your size? ”

Amone thought for a moment, and said in a low voice, "You have a point—but I still want to figure out how this thing is connected to the Magic Web Terminal......

As he spoke, he continued to stare at the hemispherical device in front of him - its size was smaller than that large magic net terminal, and the main structure was a hemispherical magic instrument with a diameter of about two or three meters, and its silver-white shell radiated more than ten arc-shaped metal structures from the vertex to the periphery, the structure was full of runes and crystals, and there were artificial nerve cables like spines extending from the bottom of the hemisphere and connecting to the edge of a disc-shaped base, and the whole device was next to the magic net terminal that belonged to him, The two are connected together by rune chains.

At the moment, the device is on standby, and the hemispherical structure is silent, except for the runes and mana pulses on the surface that swell slowly like breath.

The device had just arrived in the Courtyard of Disobedience today, along with another identical device and a large web terminal, which Gawain Cecil had promised to give to the Goddess of Magic.

It is said that this device can allow "gods" who do not have the neural structure of mortals to connect to the neural network, using what kind of direct connection technology for mental impulses...... Ammon didn't understand the strange name, he only knew that the technology was created by a mortal named Kamel - which made perfect sense, because Kamel had no body and could only interact with magical devices with psychic powers, which was somewhat close to Ammon or Mirmina.

"If you're going to figure out how this thing works before you make a connection, then I can probably contact Gawain directly and bring it back," Mirmina finally finished debugging her equipment, turned her head and saw that Amone was still struggling with that hemisphere, and finally couldn't help but mutter, "How can you, a 'nature god' who has been out of the mortal world for three thousand years and has never held the authority of magic, suddenly want to study the principle of the magic device so energetically?" Is it too boring? ”

"I just see how easy it is for you to use these things......"

"We're different, I'm smarter than you," Mirmina waved her hand, and the two magic net terminals and two hemispherical connecting devices were activated, "So one last confirmation, do you still want to connect this thing?" If you don't connect with me, I will connect, and I won't have time to take you anymore. ”

"Lian Lian Lian!" Amone said immediately, extending his spiritual power towards the silver-white hemisphere as he spoke—he was very cautious, as if he was afraid that his powerful power would accidentally burn this delicate and fragile "gadget", but in the end, the crystallization of mortal wisdom resisted the spiritual contact of the gods, and the surface of the silver-white hemisphere quickly glowed with a flowing glimmer that seemed to be a substance, and the humming sound representing the successful connection sounded from inside the sphere.

Ammon allowed his mind to sink and his spirit open, and the god of great power carefully retracted his mind, imagining that he was burrowing into a "delicate world" through the small hemisphere in front of him, and he felt as if he was passing through a narrow tunnel, and some senses that were not his own, but which could connect with him, were trying to get closer to him.

It is the product of the wisdom of mortals.

He hesitated for a second, choosing to trust these connections unconditionally.

In the next second, a world that had never been heard of opened to him.

While the light and shadow were still shaking, he heard a pleasant voice in his ear:

"The user's 'high-speed stag' enters the neural network pre-connected area."