There is a conspicuous recruitment of mage apprentices hanging on the task entrustment area, but the content is not to do chores for a real mage as he imagined, but to listen to a second-level mage and a third-level mage give a lecture, of course, it is paid. Most of these mages are people like them who have no way to find their own way, and are lucky enough to step into the mysterious magic gate and stand still. Al found the task entrustment board of Mr. Murray recommended by Ms. Bico, which said Mr. Murray's information, a third-level mage, recently recruited ten apprentices, telling the basic knowledge of mage apprentices, two classes a day, five gold coins per class, a total of ten class hours. There are countless training classes for teaching mages like this, and there are many teenagers and even young people like him who are looking forward to the mysterious world here. Al watched and listened to the discussion around him, thanks to the special listening training of the boy camp, and in front of their lips, Al clearly gathered information. Mr. Murray's words don't appear much, but they are quite respectful and admiring in tone. Among them, the name of Mr. Tygrin appears most frequently, and the subsequent phrases are cheap, erudite. Al glanced at the commission of the second-level mage, Mr. Tygrin, a gold coin for a lesson, it is indeed much cheaper. Regardless of whether there is real material or not, Al has signed up.

After receiving the authorization letter to attend the class, Al, who had nothing to do, reflexively went back to the North District. Start the bridges in the stories of the novels you like and pick up the leaks. This is the trading market of the imperial capital, where all transactions are carried out, and there are special tax collectors patrolling here. Occasionally pick up something good from an adventurer.

To say that they are adventurers is to give them heroism in biographical novels, but in reality it is more accurate to say that they are scavengers. Without culture and skills, the worthless martial arts make them unable to find a suitable job, wander around to complete some errand work or work hard in exchange for a meager income, and occasionally pick up some good-looking things by luck to fool the discerning people. Their dreams of a lifetime of poverty are the wealth that the bards have found as high as the mountains and the depths of the sea, and perhaps the blessings of the lucky lady will one day lead them to good luck. The governess of the Thomas family and Aurett was pathetic and stupid in their assessment.

There are also many people who come here to pick up goods and leaks, and Al has been a step slow several times and has been preempted in person. However, Al saw that a few people were fighting for fakes, and understood that these people were nurseries, so he stayed away from them. He was a scholar and did not like to fight.

"Al" Al was looking at the tail of a lion and heard someone call him. Curiously turned around. Dressed in tattered bright red leather clothes, short hair with a red bandage on his forehead, cross earrings, and carrying a textured black wooden stick, full of punk style. There were many teenagers behind him.

"Hey, Alex" "I've got some good stuff, come and take a look at it for me." "Well, well," said Al, who had put away the lion's tail for ninety silver coins, and followed Alex, a boy half a body taller than him, around the corner.

Alex was the one who tried to get close to Brut five years ago and was blocked by Al, only to be told by Brunt that he had been tricked much later. At that time, Alex had already begun to serve Brut, and Al would occasionally follow Brut and Amanda to contact Alex. The so-called look is to help Alex they don't know where to get the goods to identify what it is. The strange things in this world have a variety of functions, some of which are of great value, and some of which are just occupied. They all serve Brut, the eleventh heir in line to the Iron Blood Family, but Brut's aristocratic faction is a group of teenagers, and they don't look down on Alex. And Al's approachable and somewhat extraordinary vision and knowledge, Alex has the best relationship with him.

As they zigzagged through the alley to a warehouse, and then in the warehouse cubicle they arrived at their base. Crude and secretive, the shelves on the table and on the floor and the wall were piled with all kinds of things, and the smell of ore and the smell of some spices mixed with the humid air was particularly suffocating.

"These are all of them, you help me see what is worth picking out. Alex said to Al with a big grin, a hint of braggado and triumph in front of his peers, and then struck a boy with a stick. "Go get some water and snacks" "Yes, boss" The young man hurriedly ran out in a panic.

"Put out the kerosene lamp, it smells very strong" Al opened his palms together and pulled out a white light. This is a zero-level trick: the light technique, and the surrounding teenagers feel magical, but Alex snorted disdainfully, quite a young and angry meaning.

"These are the waste residues of iron ore, which are used to make iron powder, and this large pile is probably worth two gold coins. Al rummaged through the largest iron ore in the area, and unfortunately found nothing left of the associated ore. The white chubby hands were black. Al clapped his hands, rubbing his hands together and using magic tricks to clean up all the dirt on his hands, but he turned his back to Alex and they didn't mean to show off.

Alex's face was a little unpleasant, and he thought that they had wasted a lot of effort for the goods of these two gold coins. Al simply found out something from the past for them. "This is a pure gold ring, the carving technique is very exquisite, but it's just an ornament, the cost of light materials is about five hundred gold coins, and I'm not very good at artistic value."

"This pouch of spices is a good thing, old and well preserved. Al put down a small half-bag of spices, probably stolen by some nobleman. That's how most of the stuff here comes from.

Alex They specialize in well-dressed aristocrats and merchants, and they are naturally good things. Except that the pair of iron ore is a failure. According to Al's estimates, there are probably more than 4,000 gold coins in this warehouse, not counting the works of art that Al is not good at, which makes the group excited.

"Al, I haven't congratulated you on moving yet" Alex knew that Al didn't like to have more contact with them, so he sent Al out alone. "Thank you. Al responded politely. "You guessed?" Alex said suddenly, behind Al's back. Al squatted down and continued without saying anything. Alex stopped behind him and grinned. I don't know if it's a smug show off or a mockery of the timid Al.

The mines around the imperial capital are all in the hands of the royal family. Alex didn't have the brains to steal an ore convoy guarded by Imperial officers. What's more, the waste residue has no value for transportation, and the mine is surrounded by various specialized processing workshops. However, if someone smuggles things to cover up the waste residue, it makes sense, as the heir of a nobleman, Al knows many secrets. As for how these things got into Alex's hands, there are many theories, maybe it's the dirty work done for Brut, or maybe it's the line of a big man, but Aldo doesn't want to provoke it.

Back in the house, Aunt Brenda had already prepared the roast, broth, and vegetable salad. After eating, it is the most relaxing bath in life, and by the way, I do a meditation practice in the comfortable hot water. Take a look at the book and study the newly bought "Encyclopedia of Tricks".

"Young master, my mother found this in your hat when she was washing your clothes" Al was reading a book, and Ali brought a silver card.

"Young master, what is this" Ali looked curiously at the pattern on the card with Al. It knows the appearance of solitaire, but it has the texture of metal. Al squeezed up and down with two fingers, not moving. The circular pattern on the card is simple and mysterious, as if it were an open eye.

"A gift from someone else, a card. Al was reluctant to explain too much. It is not known what it is, but the magic emitted indicates that it is a magical item.

Alron thought of Alex, knowing that he loved these mysterious things. Al, determined that he couldn't decipher the effect of this magical item with his current abilities, put it away as if it were something he didn't even know. But this card is tucked into a book on the desk, and it is obvious that he cares more.

Al, who was energetic in reading, didn't sleep all night, and he missed not staying up late for a long time. I first meditated, then did Aulet's morning exercises, took a hot shower, put on the hood of the jumpsuit and carried a satchel out of the house, rushed to the door of Mr. Tygelin's house, and was led to the second floor by an old servant, where a dozen teenagers were already waiting. Everyone cherishes the teachings of a mage, even if it is just a low-level mage, it is their hope to pursue the truth.

Mr. Tygreen is an elegant man in his twenties, wearing monocles and a ponytail suit, and looks in good spirits. His lectures were interesting, but a bit like a word count, although fascinating and full of stories, but they were rigid about the foundation and cognition of the apprentice, and there was nothing substantive after the content of the book, and those who were just starting to listen to it suddenly realized that they were suddenly enlightened, but Al and these people spent a day and only gained a few insights. However, lunch and afternoon tea are not bad, and the friendly attitude makes thin-skinned people embarrassed to complain.

However, the next day Al came with Boone, and the wide glasses made the strong Al who was covered by his clothes look dull and naïve, and at the angle of Al deliberately leaning his body, no one could notice the change in his right eye under the reflective glasses of Al sitting on the very edge.

For the next four days, Al listened to Mr. Tygrin explain the application of various tricks, and at the same time was distracted and quickly flipped through Mr. Tygrin's collection.

The biggest gain is to join an apprenticeship organization, the Magic Club. The condition for membership is to have a theoretical book, members can exchange it with each other, and if there is a difference in value, they can make up the difference with some goods. The Magic Club has a weekly exchange meeting, where in addition to exchanging books, we also exchange ideas. Al took another Mr. Murray class just in time to attend.

There were fewer people coming to Mr. Murray's class, after all, five gold coins in one class was too much work. Although Mr. Murray still talks about the basics that they all know, the views are different, the ideas are different, and the inspiration is different. And most importantly, Mr. Murray allowed questions.

As an apprentice, you only need to learn to meditate and condense magic to cast spells to be successful, but as a scholar, you will study what magic is, why human meditation condenses magic, and how to condense magic more effectively. What fire is, what water is, how magic creates water and fire, how it summons otherworldly creatures. The clearer the cognition, the easier it is to master the magic. Low-level mages who cast magic know what to do but don't know why, and learn high-level spells that don't know why.

Mr. Murray is the quintessential scholar mage, who has studied the questions of his apprenticeship. The class was a bit like a college day, and five days were fleeting. Mr. Boone only walked around the door of the room before withdrawing. Unlike Mr. Tygreen's half-level, Mr. Murray's room was full of traps and alarms that radiated magical aura.

Al prepared a copy of "Might and Magic: A Beginner's Theory" that he had peeked at and rewritten from Mr. Tygelin, and went to the Magic Club with great sincerity and anticipation. The Magic Club is a group of teenagers who have just stepped into the door of exploring the world and are as miserable as Al. But the entry conditions screened out those who were of no help to them and had nothing, brutal but effective.