Colin's black-robed mage Lambert lives in the second district, and Norman rushed to this area not long after the bell rang 2, and after searching for the location described by Colin, he successfully found the black-robed mage's home.

It was a small three-story building, made of neat stones, but the door was very ordinary, just a simple door, and if no one pointed it out, I didn't know that this was the residence of the black-robed mage...... Peggy's mage will be canonized as a nobleman, so Norman has always looked for a small castle like Lord Patton before, and has never paid attention to such an inconspicuous house, so it is no wonder that he has never found it, and he really didn't expect the black-robed mage to live in such a low-key and inconspicuous place.

The second arrondissement is noticeably more crowded than the other districts, and the street is very sparsely populated, and only two or three people are scattered at the end of the street.

Norman subconsciously looked left and right, tidied up his clothes, touched his hair, and made sure that everything was as Gawain had instructed, then walked to the door and knocked lightly.

He kept Gawain's instructions in mind, for fear that knocking too many times would cause the mage to be disgusted, so he only knocked twice and stopped, and then stood in front of the door and waited quietly.

For a long time, there was no response.

Didn't hear?

Norman went up and knocked on the door again, this time knocking a few more times, and then stood at the door and waited, but after a long time no one came to open the door.

That's when Norman heard a voice coming from behind him.

"Don't knock, it's a magic portal, if you knock on it again, the people inside won't hear it. ”

Norman turned his head and saw a fat man standing a few paces behind him, smiling in his eyes, looking very kind, about sixteen or seventeen years old.

The fat man wears black and white clothes, the style is very good, and it is not cheap to look at. And to the left hand of the fat man stood a guy in his twenties, dressed in gray clothes, who looked like a servant.

"Hello,"

The fat man was the first to say hello to Norman, "I'm Gotha Brown." ”

Norman also said his name, "Norman." Then he asked, "You just said the magic portal? What is that?"

Fat Gotha explained: "This door is a magic portal with a spell, and only guests who have been allowed to enter by the owner of this magic portal can enter, and even if you knock loudly, no one inside will hear you." Some mages who like to study spells quietly like to use such doors, so sales have been good......"

It turned out that a spell had been cast on this door, which also made Norman even more sure that it was indeed the black-robed mage Lambert who lived here, and that he was not looking for the wrong place.

"You're here for Mage Lambert too, aren't you?"

This fat man with a smile on his face is very talkative, obviously he just met Norman, but he talked like a familiar friend, "You shouldn't look like a nobleman, right?" (Norman shook his head) Indeed, there are so many black-robed mages in Cárdenas, and probably only Mage Lambert can accept us civilians as students......"

It's just after 2 o'clock in the morning, and it's still early in the morning, but even in the morning, the summer sun is very poisonous, and the fat man Goda can't stand it anymore after standing under this big sun for a while, and the sweat on his forehead is oozing out drop by drop, hanging on his face. After he wiped it, he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Let's stop standing here, let's go over there and talk in the shadows. ”

Probably because fat people are naturally afraid of heat, Norman didn't feel that hot, but he nodded and went to the opposite side with Gotha - the house there just blocked out the sunlight, casting a shadow, and it was cool to look at. And just across from Lambert's house, you can see the door of Lambert's house, so if Lambert suddenly opens the door and comes out, he won't miss it.

Norman sat down directly here, and the fat Gotha was very particular, and first asked his servant to spread a piece of cloth on the ground before sitting down.

"Which gentleman did you study from?"

"Franklin. ”

"Mr. Franklin, I know, that's a pretty good gentleman in District 3, I've heard that his ability in the ancient language is no worse than many black-robed mages, but unfortunately, he's only a mage apprentice......"

"Mage apprentice?"

"It's the 'gray-robed mage' they call themselves, but they are actually the mage's apprentices, and the black-robed mage is the real mage. You don't even know that, so I'll tell you about it......"

Gotha knew a lot more than the students in Franklin, and under Gotha's explanation, Norman finally had a general understanding of the profession of "mage".

The person who can cast spells is the real mage, and there are also grades in the mage, according to the level of ability, from low to high, it is divided into black robe mage, red robe mage, blue robe mage, and white robe mage. And there is a default category under the black-robed mage, that is, the mage apprentice, which refers to the person who understands all the various disciplines of the mage but cannot cast spells with his own strength, between ordinary people and mages, Franklin is such a person.

The two chatted and chatted, and the morning passed, and Gotha went to lunch first, while Norman continued to wait here for the door to open. In the afternoon Gotha came again, and waited here like Norman, but it was so boring to wait, so the two chatted for another afternoon, and then dispersed when the clock struck seven.

And so, three days passed.

Norman and Gotha, the idle, sat across from Lambert's house every day as they worked, waiting for the door to open, but it never opened.

"Among the black-robed mages of Cárdenas, Mr. Lambert is an outlier. He doesn't care about drinking parties and socializing at all, he is only interested in spells, and it is common for him not to go out for more than ten days. A black-robed mage once said a joke that if he could, he could stay in this small building for the rest of his life......"

"Being a student of his is also harder than being a student of other black-robed mages, and he often follows him to do magic experiments, and he can't come out for a few days or ten days. Although there is food and drink in it, and you can take a bath, you don't have to worry about anything, but you are always locked in the house and don't come out, everyone will suffocate, not everyone is the same as him......"

This kind of person is the most feared thing by the Knights Templar.

The Knights Templar were not afraid of powerful guys, cunning guys, and wise guys, but they were afraid of such faceless guys! Because as long as the other party did not show up and did not give Norman a chance to make contact, then they would not be able to collect relevant data about the other party, and without data, they would not be able to analyze it, let alone formulate countermeasures, so they could only wait for Norman to do it with his eyes open.

But waiting is not an option, after all, time is running out.

After waiting for three days in vain without any results, it is less than half a month before the entrance exam, and the most desperate thing is that this kind of waiting does not know when it will be the end, after all, according to Gotha, this Lambert can not go out for more than ten days, and it is possible that he will not come out until the day of the entrance exam.

But there was nowhere else to go but Lambert.

According to Fat Gotha, he had already visited several black-robed mages in Cárdenas, but because of his civilian status, those black-robed mages were unwilling to accept him as a student, or even listen to him, so he had to try his luck at Lambert's place. So that's why even after waiting for three days, Gotha continued to be willing to wait.

Because for civilians like them, this is the last hope.

So while waiting was not an option, they had to continue to wait - of course, the Knights Templar would not hang themselves from a tree, they were ready not to take the entrance exams, and even began to work on a second set of development plans.

And on the fourth night, just as Norman and Gotha had been chatting for another day, and were about to go back to bed in the evening, the door they thought would never be opened opened.