Merlin Avery walked with a solemn step, like a priest on the pulpit, and ascended to the huge palm of the Golem of the Guide. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 He bowed deeply, picked up the ember headband with silver flowing light in both hands, and put it on his head with a solemn face.

"I offer my name to the light of wisdom. Merlin Avery solemnly declared, word for word, in accordance with the old vows of his memory, "I will devote all my energies to the vast ocean of knowledge, I will walk on the path of wisdom without giving up, without being complacent, without wandering, and I will be an insignificant ember of the light of wisdom, burning myself, reflecting the truth, and dying." From this day onwards, this vow will be kept day by day, and we will never slack off. ”

The slightly contrived performance clearly pleased the Golem of the Guide, the massive head swaying slightly, making a creaking sound, and rusty powder trickling down.

The Golem of the Guide hadn't heard this familiar oath for millennia.

The vast majority of the inhabitants of the City of Wisdom who have received honorary titles do not take this oath from an ancient civilization seriously. They pay more attention to the rights that come with honorary titles, such as acquiring a Follower of the Immortals, owning the first Soul Building, expanding their territory, or eligibility to designate someone else for temporary residency.

Possessing these powers, and using them appropriately, is enough to multiply the power of a resident of the City of Wisdom who has earned an honorary title. As for the corresponding obligations that come with it, since the main control core of the City of Wisdom has been completely destroyed, the Golem of the Guide only has the right to complain and has no power to adjudicate and punish, and no one will care at all.

They never know what they're missing.

The moment the ember headband flowing with silver light was placed on his forehead, Merlin Avery felt the benefits of this alchemical object. Due to the painstaking construction of a false image of a grandmaster-level apothecary, Avery had exhausted a lot of hard work some time ago, and even his mental power was a little depleted, and his head was always aching, which was a pain that no alchemical potion could completely eliminate.

The ember head ring relieved the irritating headache and cleared Avery's mind, and then a string of information was reflected in his mind, clearly articulating the powers and obligations that come with honorary titles.

The title of Honor will only be awarded to those full residents who have made a sufficient contribution to the City of Wisdom, starting with "Ember", with four gradually rising ladders of Starfire, Bonfire, Heartfire, and Beacon, which will eventually lead to the title of Lightbringer, which is exactly equal to the twelve main control cores of the City of Wisdom.

When the twelve main cores are silent, broken, and extinguished, the Lightbringer is the supreme master of the Wisdom City, commanding all the official inhabitants, the Guiding Golem, and the few remaining soul buildings and defensive buildings.

There is, of course, a huge, desperate gap between Avery and the title of Lightbringer. But compared to other honorary citizens, his promotion speed can already be said to be very terrifying. Less than three months after becoming a full resident, Avery managed to earn the Ember Title, and his contribution was only a little short of the Starfire Title.

This is enough to cause a shocking storm. Because less than one-tenth of the hundreds of residents of the City of Wisdom can win honorary titles, and the vast majority of them are the leaders of each team, and there are very few strong people who walk alone. Among them, the number of people who can promote the title to the Spark level is less than one-tenth.

In other words, Avery is worth enough to rank in the top 10 of all the inhabitants of the City of Wisdom.

This was already a remarkable achievement, and it deserved a commendation, and since the Golem of the Guide was very appreciative of Avery for his pretentiousness, he pushed the discretionary part all the way to the upper limit of the reward within his logical authority.

"Honorary citizen Merlin Avery, after deduction, the following is the result of your award. ”

A metal plate on the Golem's chest suddenly sank, then swirled and slowly opened, and a cluster of purple fire floated out first, followed by a crystal ball and a short sword with a golden cross-handle.

"One Follower of the Steel-Class Heroic Spirit, one primary functional building, thirty temporary residencies, and...... Expand the area of the jurisdiction in situ by double, and the above rewards will be obtained immediately. ”

Hearing this series of rewards, Avery couldn't help but feel a little excited, and a blush appeared on his face. Of course, if he could learn about the awards received by other honorary citizens, he would be at least twice as excited.

The rewards awarded by the Bootstrapper Golem to the other Honorary Citizens are basically as follows: one Follower of a Bronze or Steel Immortal, one Primary Soul Building, twenty temporary residences, and double the size of the territory in situ.

It doesn't sound like a big difference in rewards, but the vast majority of Honorary Citizens receive Bronze Heroes, and the lucky ones who get Steel Heroes may be in a worse situation, and according to the principle of overall balance, the Heroes awarded by the Golem of the Guide often have a serious overlap with the abilities of that lucky person.

For example, a Molten Warrior gains a Heroic Spirit that is also a Molten Warrior instead of the Apothecary he desperately needs, or a Apothecary who specializes in support areas acquires a Molten Warrior who specializes in direct kill. It's all a terrible mix of mental breakdowns, self-pity, and swearing.

What they don't know, however, is that there is no point in asking the gods to avoid these bad outcomes, and the only effective way is to keep the oldest rituals and oaths and make a good impression in front of the ostensibly impartial, rigid guide golem.

Avery accepted the reward, thanked the Golem of the Guide once more, and left the mysterious cavern to return to his own realm.

As soon as his feet were back on solid ground, Avery held back his vertigo and opened his eyes. The huge change in front of him made him overjoyed, and his face involuntarily appeared with excitement from the heart.

When Avery first gained lordship, the small, cramped territory was in ruins, with only the Apothecary's Hut, a soul building, in tatters like makeshift shacks built by vagabonds. Not only has the title enlarged the territory, but the ruins have also changed from the original ruins, some of the sparkling metal pipes have been largely repaired, the crumbling towers and collapsed dwellings have changed less, but the structure has been significantly strengthened rather than crumbling, and the smaller cracks in the walls have been re-closed and the larger ones have been improved.

But none of this is anything compared to the dramatic changes in the Apothecary's Cottage.

Satum Apothecary stood outside a tall, simple-shaped shack-like building with a crystal beaker in one hand and an ingredient in the other, with an expression on his face that could not tell whether it was anger or envy, or both. Around this shack, there are some metal plates and the remains of rusty pipes, which should be the original apothecary's hut.

During major changes in the realm, in order to ensure the safety of the liege, all intelligent beings that are not followers, vassals, or followers will be forcibly expelled by teleportation. Even so, Avery performed an intensive alchemy, surveying the surrounding area for thousands of kilometers, and only after obtaining satisfactory results did he walk around the low wall to the apothecary's hut.

Satum Apothecary seemed to be in a deep state of thought, and it wasn't until Avery walked up to him that he turned his head as if from a dream. "Ah, it's you, Lord Lord......" his voice was a little erratic, as if he was still in a nightmare and not fully awake, "you know what? I've just touched the edge of the Mentor, ah, that heartbreaking bottleneck is about to be breached...... But...... However, next...... How could the Apothecary's Hut suddenly disappear?"

Avery shook his head helplessly, he knew that many alchemists who thought they were about to break through had actually just fallen into another misunderstanding. Satum's situation was a little different, he had been eager to be promoted to a mentor for too long, and the difficulty of breaking through the bottleneck was greatly increased by excessive attachment, so much so that when the real breakthrough came, he couldn't believe it.

"This is really not a pharmacist's hut anymore, because this is the mentor shop. Avery patted the metal walls of the shack building, and the smile on his face grew more pleasant, "Congratulations, Mr. Satum, I can now call you Mentor." ”

Satum Apothecary froze for at least a minute, then let go of his hand, and the crystal beaker smashed to the ground. "I, Mentor, how could I?" he said three questions in a row, his eyes glaring as if they were possessed by a goldfish. "Without a certification exam, without a promotion permit, how can I become an alchemy instructor?"

"Where are the certification exams and promotion permits here?" Avery smiled wryly and spread his hands, "The power of the Apothecary's Guild spreads across all the borders of the Empire, but at least I haven't found out that there is a branch of the Apothecary's Guild in the Capital of Wisdom." ”

Satum Apothecary opened his mouth in shock, and then couldn't help but laugh, "Yes, Lord Lord, I'm really confused. He looked at his feet with regret, "This should be the first mentor-level potion I really concocted with my own ability, right? It's a pity that it was smashed...... I've heard that at Blaufrey House, every alchemist has kept the first mentor-level potion he concocted in perpetuity, next to his own statue in the academy's library. My lord, is there such a thing?"

Avery scratched his hair and replied with some embarrassment, "There are indeed tutors who do this, but not all of them, at least neither Vice Dean Rowan nor Mr. Lokenda, the grade tutor of the Rongjin Department, have done so. He said, looking for the doorknob on the door of the shed, "Why don't you visit our new shop now?

"Absolutely. Satum Apothecary happily replied, "I can't believe that I am a mentor, I must immediately concoct another mentor-grade alloy solution, and use the results of the experiment to prove that I am not dreaming!"