While the people of the 13th Battalion were still talking about last night's actions and what happened to Situ Jin, Huque, who was in charge of guarding the munitions warehouse, came to Fowler's office again.

As soon as the "sir" entered the office, Huck said directly: I have found out where the military supplies were. Seeing Charles sitting next to Huck, Huck paused and gave a military salute to Charles, who nodded slightly.

Fowler on the side had already stood up, looked at Huck and said, "Really?

"Sir, you've really been right. Huck looked at Fowler with some admiration: "This batch of munitions was indeed taken by the lawless guys in the 13th Battalion, and the person I sent to investigate the 13th Battalion just came back and said that he saw with his own eyes that the guys in the 13th Battalion have already put on their new uniforms." ”

"Okay!" Fowler sneered, "Sure enough, it's a bun of dirt buns, and the stolen clothes are so eager to wear them, I want to see how long they can wear them? As he spoke, Fowler made a gesture to walk out, and Huck immediately followed.

"Wait! Fowler!" At this moment, Charles, who had not spoken, also stood up and said, "I'll go with you." ”

Fowler looked back at Charles, nodded, and said, "It's okay!"

While Fowler and Charles were rushing to the 13th camp, Situ Jin was busy cultivating in his big tent.

Since opening the stone door on the second floor of the Purple Tower, he felt that his daily time was not enough, on the one hand, he was anxious to learn all the array talismans and magic in the second floor of the Purple Tower, on the other hand, he also knew that it was not a matter of urgency, the food had to be eaten one bite at a time, and the water had to be drunk one by one, this truth Situ Jin still understood.

Therefore, he now divides his time into several parts every day, in the morning he spends his time practicing magic, in the afternoon he spends his time memorizing and practicing formation talismans, and in the evening he insists on meditation. There is a saying in the wizarding world: meditation is the cornerstone of cultivating magic, although Situ Jin doesn't know this sentence yet, but since he began to practice magic magically, he has realized the importance of meditation.

On the continent of Ceylon, magicians are divided into 1 to 12 levels, and after reaching level 7, they can be called great magicians, and those who reach level 10 or more are directly called magicians.

This grading standard is naturally divided according to the amount of magic power that the magician has, after all, the amount of magic power directly determines how many magic elements in nature a magician can control, and how to increase the magic power?

Continuing to elaborate, in addition to the 12th level, among the other 11 levels, each level is divided into three stages: low, medium, and high. If he wants to advance, he will need to learn the 3 spells that the Magic Guild has for each stage of the level, and he will need to release these 3 spells on the spot in order to advance.

In order to prevent some magicians from taking advantage of loopholes and only cultivating mana and not spells, the Magic Guild stipulates that all magicians are not allowed to skip the advanced stage and participate in the promotion test more than twice in a row.

For example, a level 3 magician only focuses on improving his mana, even if his mana reaches the standard of being promoted to a level 4 magician, he cannot skip the intermediate advanced stage and directly participate in the level 4 magician test, and if he wants to upgrade, he must learn all the advanced magic between level 3 and level 4.

Of course, the so-called advancement still requires the magic power to reach the corresponding value, but compared to the promotion, this value is much smaller, just like the relationship between quantitative change and qualitative change, each stage of each level is actually a quantitative change, and when the quantitative change reaches a certain level, it will change qualitatively, here, qualitative change is promotion.

For some geniuses, if his magic power exceeds the standard of the level he is promoted to, he can learn the 3 magic spells of a certain stage in the level prescribed by the Magic Guild on the spot, and directly complete the advancement.

But geniuses are a minority after all, in the wizarding world, magic power is indeed very important, but the importance of magic control can not be ignored, for most people, even if the magic force reaches the corresponding value, it will take a while to learn the corresponding spells, and some control is weaker, it may take a long time.

Situ Jin didn't know what level of magician he was now, and there was no relevant explanation on the first and second floors of the Purple Tower, according to the spells he was cultivating now, he felt that he was a second-level magician at most, but the most fundamental criterion for dividing the level of magicians was the amount of magic power, and he really couldn't judge this, so he decided to go to the magic union to test it next time he left the barracks.

After meditating all night, Situ Jin had just opened his eyes when he heard a sound of footsteps coming from the door of the big tent, and soon, Warren's report sounded outside the tent.

"Come in. Situ Jin said lightly.

Warren walked in directly, gave a military salute to Situ Jin, and said, "Battalion commander, the people from the quartermaster department are here, and the commander of the Charles joint battalion is also here." ”

"Charles?" Situ raised his eyebrows: "Who is he?"

Warren's expression was a little weird: "Battalion commander, you don't even know who Charles is?"

Situ Jin glanced at Warren: "Should I know?

Warren was speechless: "Well, you may not know about the joint commander of the 1-5 battalions, but if you want to talk about the son of General Chaplin, you should know, right?"

"Chaplin?" Situ frowned, "Who? ”

Warren was completely speechless: "Battalion commander, have you been sleeping all these years?"

Situ glanced at Warren: "Don't talk nonsense, let's talk about the point, what kind of Charles is he here to make a fuss!"

"Battalion commander. Warren explained: "Before Albert came back yesterday, the supplies of our battalion were given to the other battalions by the quartermaster named Fowler, and the "other battalions" were the battalions under Charles's command!"

"Oh oh" Hearing Warren say this, Situ Jin remembered that Albert had said this when he came back last night, but he was busy cultivating at the time, so he hurriedly sent Albert and them back to sleep: "I see, then it's just right that he came!" A sneer appeared at the corner of Situ Jin's mouth, and this smile made Warren feel that the air around him was a little colder in an instant.

"Let them in!" Situ Jin began.

Warren nodded yes, walked out of the tent directly, and quickly brought Fowler and his party in.

When Fowler walked into the camp, the first thing that caught his eye was a young man wearing only a white shirt lying on the back of a chair with a leisurely face, and a pair of legs stacked on the table made the young man look more leisurely, which made Fowler and Charles's faces not look good.

"Hmph, Battalion 13 Commander, you're so laid-back!" Fowler couldn't help but scoff.

"Yo!" Situ Jin looked a little surprised: "Isn't this our quartermaster, why did you have time to come to me?"

"Don't pretend to be garlic with me!" Fowler stood in front of Situ Jin, looking inquisitive: "Your 13th battalion is amazing! Now you have learned to steal, and your courage is really not small!"

"Stealing something?" Situ Jin habitually raised his eyebrows: "Quartermaster, what do you mean by this?"

Fowler snorted coldly: "At a young age, you can pretend to be very good, but this matter, even if you pretend not to know, it's useless, let me ask you, where did the new military uniforms worn by those people in your battalion come from?"

"Enh?" Situ Jin looked puzzled: "Where did you come from? Of course it was sent by the army! Lord Quartermaster, your question is too strange." ”

"You're still pretending!" Fowler said angrily, "The army hasn't given you military supplies for more than a year, how can you have new clothes to wear?"

"Oh-" Situ Jin let out a long sigh, then retracted his legs, got up from his chair, and walked up to Fowler: "Lord Quartermaster, do you know that the army has not sent military supplies to our battalion for more than a year!

Hearing Situ Jin's words, Fowler's and Charles' eyes both shrank, and then, Fowler immediately said, "Little ghost, what do you mean?"