In the early morning, when the sun had just risen over the end of the Lake of Vows, there was a knock on the door of Psius' room. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wizards don't need sleep, and Psius opened his eyes and stepped out of bed to open the door, only to see Görling standing outside the door wearing a fleece cloak and thick hood, looking like he was going to go out of the house.

"Have you condensed the Holy Chain?"

"Well, it condensed last night. Psius nodded in response.

"Go and change into this wizard's robe, and by the way, wear thicker clothes, it's almost time for us to go. Gerlin tossed a brand-new wizarding robe hanging from his arm to Psius, and it could be seen that the model of the wizarding robe was small, and it should have been specially made for Psius.

At this time, Dolange and the others should still be meditating, and the whole two-cornered tower was unusually quiet, and at the command of Gerlin, Psius changed into thick clothes, followed Gerlin to the platform, and sat on the iconic black wool carpet.

"Are we going to the Wizarding Guild now? Psius clung to the carpet with his leather gloved hands, and it was six or seven o'clock in the morning, and the weather was very cold, and any exhalation was like white smoke, and there was heavy snow in the sky, and Psius still felt the chill no matter how thick he was.

"Don't talk much, and remember to keep your mouth shut later. With a reminder, Gelling took control of the carpet and flew towards the Lake of Oath.

Pamund belongs to the city of the kingdom of Maran, in the west of the kingdom of Maran, is the kingdom of Dianfen bordering the snowy mountains of Moros, due to the close proximity to the snowfields, the climate of this country is as cold as the coming winter.

The headquarters of the Wizarding Council is built on top of the Moroth Snow Mountains, a snow-capped peak that rises to more than 6,000 meters above sea level, and no one can reach that location except wizards.

After Gerlin came to Pamond through the Lake of Oath, he immediately flew out to the west, there was no windproof on the carpet at all, because the strong wind generated by the high-speed flight made Psius shiver coldly, but fortunately before leaving, Gerlin reminded him to dress thicker, otherwise he would be afraid that he would freeze to death.

――Ten days later——

The horizon finally appeared on the horizon with a snowy scenery dedicated to Triumph, and the snowy earth made Psius can't help but show a wry smile.

Due to the topography of the Moros Snow Mountains, the Keyhole Shuttle Charm cannot reach it directly, and the Wizards' Council Residence built in it cannot be reached, and every wizard who wants to go to the Wizards' Council must rely on the Flying Charm to get there.

According to Gerling's inadvertent complaint about Psius, if it weren't for the registration of the wizard's certificate, no wizard would normally want to go to the wizards' council, and the process during this period was simply tormenting.

Instead of stopping in the city of Triumph, Gelling flew directly towards the majestic Moros Snow Mountains, which are composed of countless uneven snow-capped mountains, and there is a flat snowfield halfway up the main peak, and many nobles in the Triumph Kingdom who like to climb mountains are proud to have visited this snowfield in person.

At the foot of the Moros Snow Mountains is a meadow that is mostly covered with snow, and the uncovered areas are covered with green grass, a phenomenon that makes Psius look at it secretly. Gelling seemed to be accustomed to these scenes, and rushed directly in the direction of the main peak.

"The Wizards' Council is on this hill, it's going to get colder later, you take this. Gerlin controlled the carpet as it continued to rise, as he turned back and handed a cyan stone to Psius.

"Rune Stone?" This stone is no stranger to Psius, when he was in the Storm Sea, Payne had given him one, but it was not the same color as Gelling's.

"Yes, you can hold it to block the wind. ”

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Between the snow-capped mountains, the clouds and mist are shrouded, the wind flow is mixed with flying snow, the cold wind is like a sharp knife, the higher the height, the lower the visibility of the surrounding vision, and gradually Psius can no longer see the scenery within ten meters.

At this height of the snow-capped mountains, it is no longer possible for creatures to exist, and there will be no other kind of people who can come to this kind of place except for wizards.

When it rose to a height of more than a thousand meters, the sight in front of him suddenly opened up, and the surrounding wind and snow all disappeared, and on the main peak, a wizard tower carved out of the mountain was directly imprinted in his eyes.

Psius had never seen such a large wizard tower, and the towers in St. Caban were only one-tenth the size of the one in front of him, and unlike ordinary wizard towers, the one in front of him was carved directly from the mountain, and it was integrated with the main peak.

"Hmm!" Psius exclaimed.

"The Wizards' Council is still in this station. Garlin pouted.

Entering the hall of the Wizards' Council, there were only two wizards inside, which shows how deserted this place really is.

Psius followed Gerlin to the two wizards, an elderly man and a slender sorceress.

"New wizard registration. Gerlin said to the old man.

"Show me the Holy Chain. ”

Psius immediately showed his holy chain, and the old man turned to the marble counter not far away, waving to Psius to come over.

"He will make a nameplate for you, and after you register, take the nameplate to the door and look for me, and I will wait for you outside. ”

"Got it. ”

The old man took out a piece of Mithril, and under the gaze of Psius, he said slowly, "Child, reach for it." ”

Psius didn't hesitate, he directly handed his hand over, only to see the old man pick up a rusty iron knife and make a hard cut on the palm of Psius's hand, and the blood immediately flowed out of the wound, all dripping on the Mithril.

The blood was sucked in the moment it touched Mithril, and then a faint white light lit up.

The old man picked up a notebook, dipped goose feathers in the ink and asked, "Name." ”

"Psius. ”

"Full name?"

"I don't know my full name, my parents were gone when I was a kid. ”

"Which wizarding academy to attend. ”

"St. Kaban of the Kingdom of Maran. ”

"That's it. The old man stopped his pen and reached out to wipe it on Mithril, and a matchbox-sized Mithril medal moved out of Mithril.

The old man threw the Mithril Medal to Psius, "Okay, this is your nameplate, remember to come here once a year to register in the future, and if there is an increase in the number of Holy Chains, you must also come to register." ”

came all the way from St. Kaban, just for such a small thing, Psius couldn't help but be a little speechless in his heart, he didn't expect the wizarding council to be so strict, and the wizard apprentice had to run to register as soon as he had the holy chain.

Now that the matter has been completed, it is time to go back, and Psius walked out of the gate with the nameplate, where Gerlin was already waiting for him.

The two of them made a little preparation, and soon left the place.