It's a kind of cliché story. It's not like those energetic young people who are eager to show and show something to prove themselves.

What is it talking about...... Well, I guess that's pretty pretty good.

This is a story about a group of people who are actually in a different world than we are reading this book in, but there are many of the same people in a different world.

Like many old stories, I hope it teaches you something. So it's not meant to be skimmed at a glance, and I hope you'll savor it.

And like a lot of old stories.

Here's how it started:

Once upon a time, on a certain continent called Rigal. At the foot of the eastern side of the Tambur Mountains, southeast of the west coast of the Mobigas Inland Sea, there is a small kingdom called Avenella, with a population of less than two million.

Its strength is not strong among the kingdoms, but because it is backed by the mountains and forests with many magical beasts, in addition to the two million citizens, there are hundreds of thousands of adventurers and mercenaries who haunt here all year round.

The benefit of the large floating population is that the business and hotel industries in Avenella, as well as a variety of entertainment side industries, are extremely prosperous. In addition, in order to obtain fresh materials as soon as possible, many excellent craftsmen and masters also came to settle in this country incognito.

For a variety of reasons, this small kingdom with a population of less than two million and a floating population of more than one million can be regarded as a mysterious place even among the mixed kingdoms.

Perhaps that's why its poor and aggressive neighbors didn't rush to take this fertile land into their arms.

Because you never know who the soldiers you send out may offend.

In a word.

In a busy border town in such a country with a mix of people of all stripes, our story begins.

It was about ten o'clock in the morning, and this conclusion can be drawn from the canopy of the dense Schia Nanmu trees that sparkled like crystal in the sunlight on this half-slope.

The weather in early autumn is particularly cool in the hot and humid coastal areas all year round, and the comfortable temperature and humidity make the shade of the trees, which are covered by dense branches and foliage of nanmu, an excellent place to sleep in.

It's a pity that under the tree: about 15 meters away from the lower left side to be exact, there is no way for anyone to sleep peacefully.

The half-slope he chose was located near the left side of the back of the town, because further up was the cliff, and it was too close to the human town, the demonic beasts were basically infested, and all kinds of medicinal herbs had already been dug up by the mighty adventurers.

The combined reason is that even though the woods are very close to the town, they have always been inaccessible. The only people who come here are the locals who occasionally come to pick some wild vegetables and mountain delicacies, and the kind of people who are there now.

A gang of about ten people, the first fact he could tell just by listening to the noise of the noisy guys - and the second was that the group was divided into two distinct camps.

'What a cliché,' he thought with a sigh, poking his head out from behind the tree a little.

As expected. The number of mercenaries, who formed a typical semi-circle encirclement, were junior mercenaries with an average age of thirty to forty.

Although it is hung with the sign of a hunting F-type mercenary group, everyone knows that as long as they have money, these guys will do anything. Turning his gaze away from them, he lay in the tree and looked at the opponents of the inferior mercenaries - or the side of the prey.

It was a girl, dressed in a simple and common maid outfit.

He is about eleven or twelve years old, with delicate facial features and a petite body. It's about the kind of very cute girl you want to be protective at first sight - but that alone doesn't catch his attention in the trees, because in a country where the hotel industry and service industry are so well developed, it's not uncommon for the children of the family to help out with the work in the shop.

What caught his attention was the color of her hair. The girl's hair showed a dazzling sense of transparency, and the white hair, which was as delicate as ivory, made her skin even more beautiful and beautiful.

- This is a girl from the Lo'an people.

Twenty years ago, under the iron heel of the Western power Ottolo's foreign expansion, they lost their country and became vassals, and these proud northerners who were unwilling to submit have since become wandering tribes.

Not only that, but the exiled people of the Third Luo'an Kingdom, who knew only how to expand by force from the very beginning of the country, and who were soldiers of all men and women, young and old, did not surprisingly choose the most suitable way of survival after becoming a wandering nation.

The Lo'ans, who had used hair color as a racial boundary and plundered and enslaved people from other countries as craftsmen, farmers, cooks, and even barbers in war, so that the 'people of the god of war with pure blood' could concentrate on martial arts and battles, lost their kingdom as a dependent, and their previous way of life would no longer be able to continue.

However, knowing nothing other than fighting, it is obviously impossible for them to change their way of life and integrate into society.

Under pressure, the path they choose to survive is naturally to play to their strengths. Some became nameless mercenaries,(1) who could kill anyone for you if they could afford it, while others were more direct, becoming kings and bandits, plundering and enslaving villagers to continue their lives as they had ever been.

The Luoan people have been dead for twenty years.

This nation, which was once revered as a powerful and glorious warrior, has become extremely discredited around the world.

And under such a premise, there is a Luoan girl who is alone in a border town where there are many people and many mouths - it is natural to be targeted.

But the plot seemed to be more old-fashioned than he thought, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a position a little farther away, and there was another person about 10 meters behind the group. The man thought he was hiding behind a tree undetected, but the apparently untrained stiffness and tension had in fact completely exposed him.

"Is it someone passing by?" he immediately shook his head from the tree, denying his first impression. If it was the young girl of the Luo'an who had no ability to fight, it would not be difficult for these low-level mercenaries to perceive the existence of that person with the ability of these low-level mercenaries like him, and their reaction would be ......

He sighed softly, then watched as it changed.

"So, young lady, tell me the truth, which of the robber bandits of the Luo'ans you are in contact with, and where is their lair?" As the author of those legends would have described, the vulgar-looking junior mercenary stared at the girl with a malicious smile, and the blue stage badge (2) on his chest indicated that he was the leader of the group.

A combat professional with the blue badge has the strength of a person who is comparable to more than ten ordinary people who have not obtained certification, and such a person can already be a squad leader in a low-level military organization such as the local security team. Regrettably, however, people in this class are more likely to choose to be adventurers - or robbers who are hostile to the vigilantes.

Because although the captain of the vigilante can receive a stable salary and be respected by everyone, he is not free enough and does not earn as much as other options - we are far away.

Back now, it's clear that it's time for this verbal standoff, which lasted about five minutes, to end.

Although on the surface it seems that these low-level mercenaries have blocked this girl here in order to obtain information about the Roan bands of thieves, this reason of theirs has almost been used to rot in the past twenty years. After a part, though the vast majority, had tarnished the reputation of the nation as a whole, every day it was unknown how many young people of the Roans were brought in to "assist in the investigation" on the grounds of 'suspicion of collusion with bandits'.

Those who do whatever they want under the banner of righteousness will never be punished, and when the tortured bodies of gray-haired young men and women are found on unknown street corners, people often pass by indifferently.

"This is a common thing" How many people who vowed to stand up and face injustice when they were full of enthusiasm at the beginning, when they really encountered this situation, they just silently avoided their eyes and continued their ordinary lives.

'Well, that's what happens as it happens,' he lay back down in the tree, and he wasn't going to do anything about it—for he had seen so many things in his life, and even if he could save the girl, she would have to happen to her more in the rest of his life, and he couldn't happen to be by her side every time.

And—" A smile tugged at his lips.

"Stop the teenager who wants to play a hero to save the beautiful scene and win the hearts of girls, I don't have such a bad taste."

'--It's good to be young,' he smiled and posed in a leisurely pose to fall back asleep, but even he had expected something wrong.

That's the girl under the tree, not the vase-like character in the usual hero saving beauty.

"Roderick, I know it's you, come out"

The forest halfway up the slope fell silent.

The young white-haired girl said in her clear, steady voice—she looked straight at where the man was hiding, and the boy whose name was called out did what an undertrained man would do in such a situation—he took a few steps backwards, stepped on a large pile of branches and leaves, made a crackling sound, and then sat down on the ground, exposing himself to the white-haired girl's vision.

"Alas......" The young girl let out a long sigh, and the lower-level mercenaries next to her, who had a wicked face, were also full of helplessness. The young man, who was half-paralyzed on the ground in a luxurious satin costume, blushed, got up from the ground with a gagged breath, and then approached the girl straight up.

The new unfolding made him on the tree a little more interested, and when he turned his head to look over, his eyes became slender.

"Oh, hey, it's going to be a little ugly," he muttered.

The style of clothing worn by the boy was in awe of the junior mercenaries. and the actions of a young girl who was obviously fearless because she didn't know why, and the boy who was clearly already angry because he had been humiliated—these conditions came together to give him a very bad premonition.

"It's not good to kill someone," he shook his head slightly, then grasped the weapon leaning against the trunk of the tree, passed the wide leather strap under his left shoulder and right armpit, and fastened it to his chest with a metal buckle, and prepared to carry the weapon behind his back.

"Snort-boom-" A huge spark flashed in the palm of the young man's hand, and several junior mercenaries shrank to the side with visible movements. The white-haired girl who bore the brunt of the attack trembled visibly, and it could be seen from her expression that this was completely unexpected.

And he held his forehead as he watched all this from the tree.

"I wanted to confess to others before, but now I want to kill them, so you young people ......"

He sighed, the girl probably thought that the boy was just a pestering suitor, after all, even in a tavern where people came and went, there were very few opportunities for such a person to appear in such a remote hunting ground.

That's not to mention having an in-depth understanding of the entire system and being able to discern clothing.

The sumptuous satin garment that the young man wore was a regular mage robe, and at the age of about 15 or 6 years old, he could wear this dark cyan cuff with two gold trims representing the straight line of the middle mage rank of the beginner rank(3), and he was indeed a young man of outstanding talent in terms of strength and qualifications—but who knows, at least as far as he is concerned, he does not have much affection for such young people who have achieved something prematurely.

Because it turns out that such children are often shrouded in the aura of 'genius' and are not seriously nurtured by the adults around them, either become arrogant or lazy, and finally end their lives in obscurity - the problem is far away, first focus on the present when he is still in the limelight.

This immaturity of the boy is what is often seen by the spoiled 'genius children', and as he guessed, the whole scene becomes extremely ugly: "Do you know that you are scared now? I have the ability to do this directly to you, I have always had" The young man with an angry face trembled with his right hand and tried his best to extinguish the huge flames, and the girl he was facing was covered with cold sweat, she forced her composure, but trembled.

"But I don't do it because I like you"

"But why did you reject me again and again, and even insult me," the young man, whose face was a little pale because of anger, looked down at the girl and said, "The same happened in Initzburg last time, obviously I worked so hard to get this opportunity to go to my place and live a better life, why should you refuse ......"

"I'm under so much pressure, they all say you're not worthy of me, but I'm still so attentive to you, I've done so much for you, why do you always respond to me like this! Always trample on my hard work and seriousness!" the boy struggled to suppress the hideousness on his face, and what he didn't notice was that the girl who trembled after hearing this sentence raised her face slightly and retorted in a low voice.

"Because that's not ...... I want ......"

She said in a voice that was barely audible, and was immediately muffled by the teenager's loud roar.

"What the hell am I sorry for you, tell me! I didn't use my power or my clan to force you, even if I could! Obviously just a lowly Luoan, but he always put on a condescending posture to reject my kindness, always like this, insult me, reject me......" he scolded and his face flushed, and then he gasped for breath. The lower-level mercenaries around them turned their faces away and pretended not to see it.

"Since you refuse to accept my kindness, if you have to force me, then don't blame me" seemed to be heartbroken, and the boy approached step by step, until the girl had no way to escape with her back to the trunk.

He untied the strap at the waist of his robe as the girl still pretended to be calm, but then noticed that for some reason a shadow appeared in front of him.

"Stop, young man, don't make things ugly"

The deep voice sounded a little abrupt in this situation, and the mercenaries who turned their heads to warn the surrounding scene immediately looked in the direction of the sound with a startled face.

Ordinary, ordinary.

This was probably the most appropriate word they could come up with to evaluate the man with short black hair, and if they had to look for it, the black tattoos on the left and right sides of his neck that were exposed at the neckline of his cloak, and the big sword on his back had a bit of personality.

But it can only be regarded as a personality, and there are countless adventurers who want to boast of their tattoos, and the big sword is not very powerful.

Among the D, E, and F mercenaries who often have to deal with large magical beasts for a living, they are looking for great lethality at the expense of speed, and heavy swords with the size of door panels can be seen everywhere. Compared to those people, the big sword that the man was carrying was really not 'big'. Its shiny blade, exposed beyond the leather half-sheath, was only the width of an ordinary one-handed half-sword and a two-handed long sword, and the relatively slender blade combined with the length of one and a half meters made people very suspicious that it would not be able to withstand the blow and break in battle.

'Stunned Qing wants to be handsome' The junior mercenaries came to this conclusion within a few seconds of his appearance.

It is good to say that people are judged by their appearance, but it is also a well-established fact that powerful people often have gorgeous weapons that match their combat effectiveness. After all, everyone has a love for beauty, and if there is a strong force, then it is not incomprehensible to choose to be high-profile.

The scene of dressing up as an ordinary low-level adventurer and then playing handsome with great strength can only exist in legendary novels - in reality, there is no such bloody plot, the guy who dresses like a king is a king, and the guy who dresses like a peasant is a peasant, everyone judges people by their appearance, and in most cases they are all right.

-- Most of them.

This means that there are exceptions.

The moment the man with the big sword spoke again, the mercenaries understood.

"Boy, can you let go of that little girl?"

"I also know the ins and outs of the matter."

He moved closer, then continued, "I can understand your thoughts."

"You like this girl very much, but you don't want to rely on your parents or career success to win her, but you want her to like you as a person"

"So you probably hid your identity and silently worked hard for her, didn't you?" he said as he looked at the boy, who just looked back at him stunned.

"And then she refuses to accept your kindness, and even after you express your kindness more often, not only is she not moved at all, but she is impatient and even insults you, so you are very angry, aren't you?"

In the silence, only his voice rang out.

"Hmm...... Although that's what you think. But have you ever thought that what you're doing is actually just to move yourself?"

"Have you ever heard the story of apples and bananas?"

"Well—it's a hassle to go through it from beginning to end, so I'll pick the most important ones," he pointed to the girl with a dull face and no sound, and then to the boy himself, who had the same expression.

"To put it simply, the little girl she wants an apple, and then you give her a banana - it's a big cart of bananas, but that's not what she wants, and you're blaming her, blaming her for why you try so hard but she doesn't accept it, and you feel very wronged, and you've been nice to her, little girl, she doesn't know each other—"

"It's not right to force people to buy and sell and force people to accept it with a smile, young man," he said, smiling at the young man, and snapped his fingers as if he suddenly remembered something.

"I'm sorry, I forgot you can't answer me now—"

He said this, and a gruff roar immediately followed.

"Kill that wizard!" The junior mercenaries formed an encirclement formation while he spoke, and at this time, the weapons in their hands were all revealed, and several green mercenaries quickly approached with an orderly and coordinated appearance, and then slashed at him with a wave of their long swords, regardless of the fact that the boy and the girl were still in place.

"Your head is worth ten dragon head gold coins, damn blasphemous!" the mercenary who smiled and waved his weapon saw the last sight of the other party's blood splashing but a silver light.

The man pulled out the one-and-a-half-meter-long sword behind his back - this was not easy, and generally this length of the sword was not carried on the back, but was carried by horses or the like. The reason is that the long weapon is often too late to pull out when the back is behind the back, and being able to pull out the sword in such an electric moment proves that this guy is not just carrying this sword to hide his identity as they think-

Regret crossed the mind of the Green Card Mercenary, but it came too late.

"Huh-ding~~" The metal trills echoed in the air, and after pulling out half of the sword blade to block the one-handed sword in the mercenary's hand, he tilted his body and twisted his waist backwards at the same time, and pulled out a big sword with a length of one meter and a half, and then his wrist turned into two hands, and his forehand was clenched, and he pulled a sword flower with the momentum, and his left foot forward, as the center of gravity, exerted force from the bottom of his foot, and fiercely lifted it from top to bottom.

"Pss

Blood splattered everywhere, and the man who attacked him first was killed—but that wasn't the end of it.

Another shield-wielding one-handed apothea, apparently a Stin-style mercenary, struck from the left and rushed towards his side with the axe in his hand.

"Whew-" He took a heavy breath, and the blade of the sword snapped back at a great angle, and the Stin-style mercenary immediately raised the edging wooden shield above his head - but it didn't help, and the amazing greatsword smashed the shield directly into the splinters with a fierce gesture that was raised above his head - blood splattered, and the green card mercenary's skull was shattered entirely, and his body fell to his stomach.

The dying mercenary's body twitched, and the teenager behind him let out a piercing scream and ran up from the ground, leaving the place without looking back.

"Whew-thump-" He thrust his greatsword into the ground, and the remaining seven mercenaries in front of him looked at each other, then hesitated for a moment between death and bounty, and then pounced on them in unison.

"Bad decision," he exhaled, then leaned down, not drawing his greatsword, but clenching his hands in preparation.

"One step", "step-", "kill-ah-"

'Two steps' "Stomp-" "Die, blasphemer!"

'Three Steps'' "Pedal Step-" "The bounty is mine!"

The second hand of time seemed to be pinched by someone's fingers, and every second was extremely slow, and the hideous expressions of the dirty mercenaries, the saliva that spewed when they roared, and the drops of sweat that they shook off when they ran were all clearly visible—and in the midst of this, he braked quietly, just quietly waiting for the time to come.

"Whew-hmm-"

The first sword was a slash that swept low on the ground, and a great sword of this weight needed considerable force to change from a static state to a moving state, so he directly increased the force and turned it into the first attack while drawing the sword.

"Snap-" The diagonal upward slash broke open the abdominal cavity of the first mercenary, and the impact caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood and fall backwards with scattered internal organs, while at the same time, the man with the big sword turned around on one foot, kicked the other mercenary away, and at the same time used the previous force to swing the second sword-an extremely fierce horizontal slash.

"Bang-"

A sword slash, and before it was over, he spun around from the corpse of the headless mercenary as if he were dancing a magnificent pas de deux of the Imperial court, pushing the corpse towards another mercenary and stabbing him behind him with a backhand sword.

"Poof-" The blade that struck the ribcage with precision pierced the blood-red tip of the mercenary's dirty leather coat straight through the back of the mercenary's dirty leather coat, and then he immediately drew his sword from the opponent's body, but instead of controlling it, the whole greatsword slammed forward-the mercenary's chest that had pushed away the headless corpse of his companion, and thus it was exposed straight to the heavy metal weight ball at the end of the hilt of the greatsword.

"Bang-" The blow was as heavy as a blunt blow, and the lower mercenary's ribs were broken, and the man immediately changed his hand to hold the sword, and the blade of the sword was reversed, splitting half of his face diagonally from top to bottom - and at this time, the mercenary who had been kicked away before and the other mercenary ran almost side by side, and they struck straight behind him, but the smile that snickered that he could succeed was frozen on his face before it could fully bloom.

- He bowed down between the lightning and flint, and wielded the last sword with one hand in his hand.

"Uhh

"Huh-" The man shook his broadsword vigorously, sticky blood from several different people splattered onto the trunk of the tree with his movements, and just as he turned his head to find something to polish his sword, the blue-carded mercenary's voice rang out.

"Don't move, put that big sword down for me," the blue-card mercenary, who looked cleaner than the green-card mercenaries - let's call him the mercenary captain - held the white-haired girl with a dull face, and put a dagger against her delicate neck, and said viciously.

“...... Don't you think it's a bit inferior, this kind of means," the man said to the mercenary captain.

"Shut up, it's about survival. And put that thing down for me, blasphemer, didn't you show your face in the first place just to show this girl out, and it's okay for me to kill her now!" the mercenary captain then said viciously, and the man with a little sweat oozing from his forehead exhaled, and then lowered his broadsword.

"Hmph-" A smile appeared on the mercenary captain's face, but just as he was about to speak, the man pulled something out of his waist with great speed and threw it out.

"Ding-Qiang-"

"Ahh

"......" The mercenary captain covered his injured hand and gritted his teeth as he looked at the remaining man and woman in front of him, his eyes wandering, and this naturally did not escape the man's eyes.

"Ahh ”

"You're wondering if that guy has slashed so many people and doesn't have the strength to swing another sword. ”

"To be honest I don't know, because you see, I'm out of breath right now"

"But this—" he pointed to his viscous blood-covered sword, "it's a Kramer that can easily split you in half from shoulder to waist. ”

"So it's time for you to ask yourself a question"

"Am I going to try my luck?"

"Do you want to try it?" he said, young man, and the mercenary captain hesitated for a moment, but finally breathed a sigh of relief, and gave up his body to resist.

"What's your name...... At least let me lose clearly......" For a moment, the mercenary captain, who seemed to be ten years old, stared at him and asked, and the man shrugged: "Is it for revenge in the future, but it doesn't matter." ”

"Henry Mayer" the man said, the name made the mercenary captain frown, he subconsciously felt that the person with such combat power should at least be a prestigious orange mercenary, but what was this name?

But before Henry could finish his sentence, he added.

"You can call me the Great Sage, young man," said Henry, who was more than five years younger than the mercenary captain, and said with a smile on his face, while the scumbag-faced blue-card mercenary's expression became even more sluggish.

He could only sit quietly on the ground and watch as the man wiped the blood from the sword with the dead mercenary's cloak, and then quickly shoved the broadsword back into the leather half-sheath behind his back.

It wasn't until neither he nor the girl knew how far they had traveled that the blue-card mercenary came to his senses and let out a long breath.

“...... What the hell."

......

The camera pans to the other side, and Henry slowly walks down the downhill path. Then, as if noticing something, he slowed down gradually, revealing another, lighter footstep that overlapped from time to time.

"Bang-"

Henry stopped and turned his face. His movements directly startled the white-haired girl in the maid costume behind her, and she was as tense as a fried cat, but she seemed to think of something again, and immediately became depressed again.

"Why are you following me?" said Henry, staring at the other man's fair face, and the girl, who had been hanging her head, suddenly puffed out her little face when she heard this.

"Why?!"

"Are you just talking to yourself and interfering in other people's lives and making a mess of other people's lives, and you don't realize it! Do you think I can go back to Olesia and work hard after such a bloody incident?"

"Uh...... That mercenary probably won't bother you, and no one will know if you don't say it yourself, ......little girl."

"Have you forgotten Roderick, Mr. Sage, you are the worst of adults. Roderick was the mayor's son, and he couldn't have failed to report it. As if forgetting what fear was, the young girl with white hair shouted at the man who claimed to be a sage.

"In short, you ruined my life, you must be responsible for me!"

Her voice was crisp and loud, echoing in the woods as it was close to noon.

And Henry was stunned.

The appearance of the girl in front of her overlapped with another person in a trance, and in retrospect, in addition to the fact that her hair color was the opposite, she was also such a person.

So it was because of this sense of immediacy that he acted? Perhaps it was some deeper reason that Henry's heart was filled with a thousand thoughts, which finally turned into a smile on the corner of his mouth.

In the midday sun, the black-haired and blue-eyed sage, who was one meter nine tall, said with a slight smile to the white-haired girl.

"I don't have a place to live."

"I have this realization!"

"You're going to get into a lot of trouble with me."

"I have this realization!"

"I don't have much money."

"Mr. Sage is the worst adult......"

With a little cold sweat, looking at the disdainful eyes of the girl in front of him, whose body was only half the size of himself, Henry suddenly felt very ashamed, and in the next moment, the white-haired girl became serious again.

"I have this realization," replied the young white girl earnestly for the last time, and then muttered to herself in a low voice, "after all...... It's a new life that Mom and Dad sacrificed themselves to give me......"

The second half of her sentence seemed a little muffled, and Henry watched her silent.

"Hmm...... In that case, my name is Henry."

"Hmm...... Mira, my name is Mira!" the girl paused for a moment, then replied in a loud voice.

She said.

A crisp voice echoed in the middle of the slope, and Henry held out his hand.

"Well, please advise, Mira"

......

......

Notes: 1: The Nameless Mercenary, also known as the Unbounded Mercenary. Regular mercenaries are real-name organizations registered with the certificate badge issued by the mainland mercenary union, and in addition to some privileges, such as tariff exemption and the right to hunt in a certain place, they must also bear corresponding obligations, such as being recruited by the lord to become a mercenary in wartime, etc. Compared to them, a considerable number of combat professionals such as ex-soldiers/robbers have also chosen to become unsung mercenaries. Compared to regular mercenaries, they are more like a gangster group and organization.

2: Part 1 of the division of the stages of this book, the basic division of warriors and other combat classes, is distinguished by color (gem) badges.

The lowest class is the unranked, which is the class of the vast majority of ordinary people in the book. Further up, they are: green, blue, orange, purple, and red. There are five classes in total, and the five colors of gemstones are used as badges to prove it, which is a fairly simple and straightforward grading method. However, it is not easy to obtain, and the badge can only be upgraded or demoted, and each professional's badge has a unique numerical number, which will be severely punished if it is found to be sold or counterfeited.

3: Part 2 of the division of the stages of this book, the basic division of the mage class.

For example, the Teenage Elemental Envoy who appears in the prologue is an apprentice at the lowest level, wearing only a simple gray mage robe. Regular mages are divided into three stages: beginner, intermediate, and advanced, and each stage is divided into three stages: the beginning, middle, and upper stages. The robe of the beginner mage is dark cyan, and the cuffs are represented by golden straight lines, and the first, second, and three golden straight lines represent the elementary, middle, and upper levels. The middle level is a dark blue robe, and the gold thread representing the rank of the cuff is wavy. The upper rank is a pure white robe, and the gold thread representing the rank of the cuff is chamfered.

As a cross-border and cross-regional mark of high credibility, class can be used as a pass in many regions. Some of the more dangerous hunting grounds even had rules that only allowed those who were eligible for a certain color badge to enter, and temporary mercenaries who were well paid in wartime often used the rank of the badge as salary capital. All in all, the higher the level of the badge, the more convenience and fame and fortune can be obtained in human society.

Postscript: I think this is the longest prologue I've ever written......