With all that was done, Ke Mingde thanked Master Lindsay and walked out of the Council of Magic Levels with a wooden box containing certificates and staffs, badges pinned to his chest, and robes that would have to wait a few days.

Including the cost of the examination fee, staff, and robe, a total of fifteen low-level magic cores were spent, and the Dorama vine robe was the most expensive, costing ten magic cores.

These costs are required for Winterfall mages after they have conducted a level evaluation, and the staff and robes are mandatory to purchase, and poorer mages can only choose the cheapest items.

In order to maintain various magic circles, the annual consumption of magic cores in Neverwinter City is simply an astronomical amount, and these revenues are just a drop in the bucket for Neverwinter, and the majority of it still depends on taxes and the city lord's industry.

No one can escape the taxes in Neverwinter, and in the case of Ke Mingde, he needs to pay the following taxes.

Poll Tax: As long as you live in Neverwinter, each person will need to pay one low-level Magic Core per year.

City Maintenance and Construction Tax: One low-level magic core per person per year.

Sanitation Management Tax, Public Security Administration Tax, and Public Lighting Fee: One low-level magic core per year.

......

The above taxes, whether it is a mage or an ordinary person, need to be borne.

In addition, there are various mage taxes, such as the mana use tax, which requires trainee mages to pay one low-level core per year, black-robed mages to pay twelve low-level cores per year, gray-robed mages to pay six mid-level cores per year, and white-robed mages to tax exemption.

In addition, taxes such as value-added tax, stamp duty, and resource tax are also an input for Neverwinter.

"Mr. Mage, do you need a job?"

As soon as he stepped out of the gate, he was greeted by a person, neatly dressed and with neatly groomed hair, an ordinary person, not a non-teacher.

"Are you?" said Ke Mingde, frowning.

"My name is Paro, and I'm a salesman at the Magic Entrustment Center, I see that you have just passed the level assessment of the black-robed mage, do you need to find a job that matches your identity......"

Paro is extremely eloquent, and in a few words he tells where he comes from.

"This man is supposed to be a working intermediary between magicians. Ke Mingde heard the meaning of his words, but as a mage of the Eternal White Tower, he was no different from the civilian mages of Neverwinter, so he didn't need to worry about the needs of life.

He was about to refuse, but on second thought, this was a good opportunity to learn about the landscape of Neverwinter.

"I'm interested, and could you please elaborate on that. ”

"We've got everything here, and if you're good at potions, we'll find you a good pharmacist job......" Paro boasted.

"If you want to know more, you can visit our commission center, which is not far away, just down the street to the east. ”

Ke Mingde nodded, and followed him to the Magic Entrustment Center.

It is a tall building, and the signboard casts spells, fluorescent and flickering, which is eye-catching, and you can tell its strength by looking at the door.

The hall was full of people, and various job postings hung on the walls on all sides, and from time to time new information was hung and old information was taken down.

"Barton School of Magic Enlightenment hires a professor of rune literature, requirements: black-robed mage, proficient in rune literature, rune inscription, magic scroll making...... Salary: 10 low-level magic cores per month, providing accommodation, and magic cultivation resources. ”

"Bursen Pharmacy hires pharmacists, and requirements: good at preparing primary magic potions such as Blue Mountain Elixir, Clarity Elixir, Mordo Psychotropic Elixir, and Pilsen Psychotropic Elixir. Salary: 5 low-level magic cores per month, providing potion materials and tools, and a low-level magic core bonus for every 15 primary potions configured. ”

......

In the middle of the hall, there are several official messages about Neverwinter.

"City Cleaning: Cleaning the streets. Requirements: Black-robed mage, good at primary magic death irradiation, water extraction, obedience to the assignment of work location is preferred, good at intermediate magic air purification is preferred, treatment: 18 low-level magic cores per month. ”

"Architectural Mage: Perform building construction, magic building construction. Requirements: Black-robed mage, good at mid-level spell fossils into mud, mud into stone, good at building large magic arrays is preferred; Treatment: 25 low-level magic cores per month. ”

"City Magic Facility Maintenance ......"

"Sheriff Mage ......"

Seeing that Ke Mingde was not interested in these positions, Paro said, "If you can make magic potions, magic items, and magic scrolls yourself, you can also sell them to us, and we will buy ......them at a reasonable price."

Ke Mingde excused himself, and after learning about the information, he left the Magic Entrustment Center.

It's nearly noon, the sun is shining in Winterfell, the magic street lights have been extinguished, and the streets are full of people and prosperous.

On the way back, Ko Mingde spent sixty silver coins to buy a music box, which was so clever that he could play a cheerful tune by twisting the clockwork.

Neverwinter also uses silver coins, and among mages, they usually use magic cores as currency, but among civilians, silver coins and copper coins are still circulated, but when they pay taxes, they also need to find mages or go to the government department to exchange coins for magic cores, which is more exploited.

"Mr. Mage!"

Walking into the Eternal White Tower, the servants bowed their waists one after another along the way, and saw Ke Mingde wearing the badge representing the black-robed mage, and became more respectful.

These servants are ordinary people and are not qualified to perform the Dharma ritual.

"Where's my mentor, little Henry?" asked a valet who was wiping a vase.

Little Henry is only eleven years old this year, three generations of grandparents and grandchildren are working in the Eternal White Tower, the old Henry is old and can't work, and now he is the housekeeper on the first floor of the Mage Tower, Little Henry is smart and diligent, and has some cultivation talents, Master Elandor said that if Little Henry can become a trainee mage, he will be accepted as a disciple.

Master Arlando is the sixth disciple of Mage Dilla in white robe, and it has been three years since he was promoted to Mage in gray robe.

"Lady Victoria was summoned by Her Highness Dila and is not on the fifth floor. ”

Having lived in Neverwinter City for nearly three months, Ke Mingde also has some understanding of the customs here, among the black-robed mages, they are called "sir" and "lady", and the black-robed mages who have reached the pinnacle in certain fields such as potions and alchemy can be called "masters", and for the gray-robed mages, they are all referred to as "masters", and for the six honorable white-robed mages, they are called "Your Highness", and as for the only red-robed mage in Neverwinter City, Polfman, is directly called "City Lord".

Of course, these are just conventions and are not clearly defined.

Ko Mingde ascended to the fifth floor and waited in the stairwell.

The fifth floor is divided into four sections, excluding the central staircase and the common living room, which are divided into the seventh, eighth, and ninth disciples of His Highness Dila.

"I see, I'll have everything ready before it's ripe. ”

From the stairs came the sound of Victoria's voice and her clattering footsteps.

"The magic container has been made by Master Owen, and it will be ready next month......"

Ke Mingde was a little curious, only Victoria's voice, who was she talking to?

Victoria walked out of the stairs, saw Ko Mingde waiting here, and turned around and made a mage salute:

"Mr. Wharton, thank you for your concern, I still have something to do, you can go back first!"

"That's right, this is my disciple, Komünd Isaac Newton, who just passed the black-robed mage's assessment today. ”

Victoria said a few words into the air, and Ke Mingde looked left and right, but there was no trace of anyone, curious in his heart, and felt a little frightened.

"How does today's review feel?" asked casually Victoria as she opened the door.

"It went well, Gen Lindsay asked me to say hello to you on her behalf. ”

"Teacher Vera, who were you talking to just now?" Ke Mingde couldn't help it, he hadn't heard of anything like a mobile phone between mages.

"It's Mr. Wharton, the manager of the teacher's library. ”

The library of the Mage Tower is on the seventh floor, although he has not been there, Ke Mingde has already scanned the books inside, and he has not seen any managers.

"Is he using spells to communicate with you?"

"He's a ghost, you can't see him yet!" Victoria looked at him with a grin.

Ke Mingde solved his doubts and confirmed his conjecture, it is not strange that there are gods and spells in this world, and there are ghosts.

"Once you've learned the two spells of soul detection and necromancy, you'll be able to see him. ”