"What, this broken room actually costs ten gold coins, I heard you right, right? There is no separate toilet, no bathroom, even the wall panels are hollow, and you can still hear nightingales doing business at night, so you need ten gold coins a month?!"

Mick's eyes widened and he yelled at the fat landlord in disbelief.

You know, in Snow Blue Castle, ten gold coins is enough for a commoner to live in relative affluence for three months, and if it is in Norristown, this time will be doubled.

But this is Maltisse! So, as a result of the argument, Mick and Carl are kicked out of the hotel.

Mick was sitting on the curb of the road as a horse-drawn carriage sped by, splashing sewage on the side of the road and splashing Mick all over his body.

"Damn, where did a pariah dare to be rude to a nobleman?" Mick, who was already depressed, suddenly became angry and cursed the carriage that was going away.

On the second floor opposite, a very amorous woman sneered through the window: "Aristocrats, those who are rich and powerful in Maltis are nobles...... Hillbilly ......"

"Lao Tzu is the viscount of His Majesty the Emperor, what do you know!"

"Cut...... In a shabby house like yours, Maltis has to come a dozen every day!"

"If you dare me insult me, I'm going to duel you......" Seeing that Mick was about to fight the woman opposite, Carl awkwardly pulled him into the depths of the alley. Mick scolded and chattered, but he couldn't tell why.

In the end, he could only sigh helplessly: "Everything is because of poverty!"

Mick and Carl arrive at Maltis, and after an initial shock, the two finally discover that this is an extremely realistic world, and if you have money and power, you can get everything you want here.

Whether it's stunning elven slaves from the Central Forest or the finest spice delicacies from overseas, you'll find it all here. It's a paradise.

But if you don't have money, unfortunately, what awaits you will be cold eyes, ridicule, and a life that is not even as good as a dog. It's hell worse than hell.

Two dirt buns broke into here penniless, and the end can be imagined.

"Perhaps...... Shall we go to the church in the Holy City and settle down for a while?" Karl suggested that the two of them were now homeless and hungry.

This is a feasible solution, but Mick has divine power and is a thief, where does he dare to throw himself into the net?

"Forget it, let's go to the Imperial War College......" Mick said dejectedly.

The Imperial War College, the pillar of the Empire, the cradle of the Good Commander. The academy lived the same life as the empire, and in more than two hundred years, it produced sixteen marshals, nearly 1,000 generals, and more than two-thirds of the middle-level officers.

In the military system, if an officer above the rank of second lieutenant does not have the background of the Imperial War College, it is not only difficult to be promoted, but even if he wants to stay in the army, there will be many obstacles.

Mick didn't know that he had just complained that the door was too small, the road was not wide enough, and the building was not a magnificent school, but it had such a status.

In front of the examiner, Mick handed over his admission notice and knighthood certificate, and waited with a smile on his face.

The censor, who was in his thirties, was lame on one leg, and his body was so fat that the chair creaked because of the lack of physical exercise for a long time.

The examiner indifferently picked up Mick's admission notice, glanced at him casually, and said mechanically: "Pay two hundred gold coins, and then follow your commander to the barracks." ”

Mick was surprised: "You still have to pay the money?! You can see clearly, this is the admission notice given by His Majesty the Emperor!"

"That's not a big deal, everybody who comes here to go to school. Either pay the money or get out, there are still many people waiting behind. As he spoke, the Inquisitor pointed to the long line behind Mick.

The people in the queue immediately showed their admission notices, which were all signed by His Majesty the Emperor.

In these days, even His Majesty's signature is so worthless?Mick thought hatefully, and said, "I'm still a magician, uh, a magic alchemist......!" Level 1. ”

The Inquisitor gave Mick a disdainful look, then said to the long line, "Magician, please raise your hand!"

More than a dozen children with immature faces raised their hands without hesitation......

Mick was stunned, he didn't expect that there were so many magicians in such a mediocre crowd, and he didn't seem to have anything special in this way...... No, compared to them, Mick is still very special, very poor!

Mick took his admission notice and wandered aimlessly around the campus. Before coming here, he never expected that it would be such a result. Even the sacred campus auditor only recognizes money!

Damn, how do you get the money? He could make magic perfumes, but he couldn't make them into the upper class, and even if he made them, he couldn't sell them for a good price.

Mick was thinking about it, and unconsciously walked in front of a statue, which was nearly ten meters high, and carved a middle-aged man in military uniform, who looked into the distance with his sword and pestle.

The statue is so heroic that anyone who sees it is usually in awe.

Mick, on the other hand, focused on the material of the statue. Such a large brass statue has at least a dozen tons, I wonder if it can be sold for a good price if it can be broken down into magical essences?

Just as he was thinking about it, a gentle voice sounded beside him: "This is the Imperial Army God Dragon Desteide, every student who has just entered the Imperial War Academy will be deeply shocked by him like you." ”

Shocking fart, Lao Tzu only cares about gold coins!

Mick turned around, and was about to teach this blind fool a lesson, only to find that it was a richly dressed nobleman with a handsome face.

He was probably only in his early twenties, but his demeanor was impeccable, every movement perfectly interpreted the standards of aristocratic etiquette, and more importantly, Mick felt strong magical fluctuations in him, indicating that he had at least several magical equipment with him.

Such a person almost writes the words "I am a powerful person" on the door of his head.

Mick hurriedly swallowed the filthy words into his stomach, pretended to be pious, and said brazenly: "He is not only the military god of the empire, but also my idol!"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Then we have the same idol." ”

His smile seemed to have a kind of magic that could naturally give rise to a feeling of intimacy, and Mick's burning heart was extinguished almost instantly, and he held out his hand to the young man and said, "Mick Norristown von Beckmann, viscount, I am from the north. ”

"My name is Alexander," the young man shook Mick's hand casually.

When shaking hands, Mick noticed that Alexander had a magic sword hanging from his waist, and in addition to the beautiful decorations, the magic circle on this sword was very complex and powerful, obviously a high-end product that could really go to war, completely different from those in the Federland aristocratic circle.

Alexander was also keenly aware that Mick's eyes had been on the sword at his waist, and he had not moved. Surprised, he asked, "Mr. Beckman, do you like this sword very much?"

Mick shook his head and said, "No, I just think this sword is a little weird. ”

Alexander's face changed, but he instantly returned to his senses, and asked sincerely, "What do you think is wrong with it?"

"There was a bit of a conflict with its magical inscriptions, making it difficult for him to use his original power. ”

"You're a magic forger?" Alexander was surprised.

Mick shook his head: "No, I'm just a first-level magic alchemist. ”

"Only one level?" Alexander was even more surprised. However, he only hesitated for a moment, then quickly drew his long sword, handed it to Mick, and said, "Whatever you are, as long as you can find out the problem with this sword, I will definitely thank you." ”

Mick was stunned for a moment, and almost blurted out: "I want two hundred gold coins to pay for tuition!"

As soon as he said it, he regretted it, not to mention his stupid way of roaring, even the number of two hundred gold coins would definitely make the guy in front of him think that he was a complete hillbilly......

What Mick didn't expect was that this guy not only didn't show any mocking expression, but instead made a cheerful offer: "Okay, I'll pay you 20,000 gold coins!"

Mick's face instantly became very exciting, how could he miss the pie in the sky? He immediately quietly activated the realm, and carefully observed the sword with the eye of insight.

The magic array on this sword was so complex that Mick had never seen before. However, the general structure of it is quite clear, and although it is a bit difficult to understand, with the help of the Eye of Insight, as long as you look down little by little, you can still understand it slowly.

He held the sword in his hand, and it took him a full half an hour to look at the magic array on it in its entirety. Alexander stood silently, without the slightest hint of urging.

Upon closer inspection, Mick found that the magic array of this sword was originally a perfect whole, but perhaps because of the great damage it had suffered, most of the magic array on the sword had been destroyed.

Later, someone re-completed the magic array, this person should also be an expert, his means of completing the magic array are very superb, but he has no eye of insight, and he can't be absolutely accurate in every detail, so the magic array that is supplemented after it can't be completely synchronized with the original magic array.

Although the error is very small, it greatly affects the power of this sword.

Mick handed the sword back to Alexander, and told him his assumptions.

Without any hesitation, Alexander immediately handed Mick a check for twenty thousand gold coins, and then continued to ask, "Can you fix it completely?"

Mick hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Yes...... But ......"

"The reward for repairs is 100,000 gold coins!"

"No problem!"

In fact, it was very easy for Mick to repair the sword, he only needed to adjust a few details in it. It's just that this sword is obviously from the hand of a famous artist, and he hastily repaired it, and it is likely that his hole cards will be exposed.

But in front of Alexander's gold coins, Mick's hesitation seemed so powerless.

"Two days later, I came here to get my sword. After agreeing on all the details, Alexander suddenly remembered something and said to Mick: "By the way, there will be an alchemy conference in two days, and I think as a magic alchemist, you will be very interested." ”

Mick just wanted to say that he didn't have that much to spare, but he was suddenly stunned, and then asked, "Which master's press conference is it, and what is the content?"

Alexander said: "It's Master Stephen, he has just joined the Imperial Royal Alchemy Society, he is a disciple of the Empire's chief alchemist, Master Frank, and he is also the most popular magic alchemist recently. ”

As he spoke, Alexander took out a leaflet and handed it to Mick, saying, "This is the content of the press conference, if you are interested, I can take you to see it in two days." ”

Mick casually read the content of the press conference, and when he saw the introduction of the release item, an interesting idea suddenly popped up in his heart, so he nodded: "Then, see you in two days!"

After leaving the Imperial War College, Alexander got into a sumptuous carriage, in which an old man complained, "Your Excellency, you just gave him the Crimson Split...... I'm afraid ......"

Alexander shook his head indifferently and said, "Don't worry about Davik, Doppler will be staring at him." ”

"Do you really think that the Crimson Split, which even Master Frank is helpless with, can be repaired by him?"

"It's better to fix it well, and it doesn't matter if it doesn't work out. ”

"The money...... You know, the lines are very tight right now, and we're very tight. ”

Alexander waved his hand and said lightly: "Davik, you have a long-term vision. It took Frank half a month to find the problem, but it only took half an hour for Mick. That alone is worth 100,000 gold coins. ”

"Why are you so interested in him?"

"Why? Maybe it's intuition...... I had a hunch that he would be an interesting person. ”

The corners of Alexander's mouth suddenly curved, and he said playfully: "And, if I guess correctly, he will probably surprise us in two days." ”

As he spoke, Alexander picked up a thin book of materials and looked at them, the cover of which read, "Mick Norristown von Beckmann, from the northern province of Federland, is of interest level C." ”