The yellow sand was hot during the day, and the air was distorted like a puff of smoke. But the desert night was unusually cold. If you look at the night from the sky, the whole city is lit up like a sea of stars. As a result, this city in the desert is known as the Sea of Stars.

The half-moon-shaped sea of stars that surrounds the Babel community is both a dream place for countless young apprentices and a chaotic place for countless criminals.

There is no such thing as a centralist or central government in the traditional sense, just a few simple administrations by a loose organization called the Golden Council. The aim is also only to collect protection money. The difference between gangs and the government is that the government collects taxes but ostensibly enforces the law impartially and maintains a solid order. Gangsters, on the other hand, judge right and wrong only based on the preferences of the powerful and the amount of protection money paid.

Therefore, for the Golden Council, which only recognizes money and does not recognize people, although he also has a variety of governing bodies with various names, he is still just a gangster. At least, that's the definition given to him by other mortal realms other than the Golden Council.

Wizards have long lives, great personal powers, and great wealth. Therefore, in their long career of witchcraft exploration, wizards have also created a large number of descendants. The same is true of the wizards in the Tower of Babel, who have become the highest-ranking group in the Sea of Stars. They were the earliest initiators of the Golden Council, and they also called themselves Honorable Councillors to distinguish them from the other members who later joined the Council.

In the beginning, they only used their blood ties with the official wizards in the tower to help introduce young people who came here to pursue their dreams, in exchange for a certain amount of wealth.

And their mercenary behavior gradually attracted some criminals to come and pay for their wealth in exchange for the protection of them and the wizards behind them.

So the second group of the Golden Council of the Sea of Stars came into being, and they called themselves the Knights of Truth. The knights, who claim to have come in search of the truth, are in fact just a group of outlaws who have been approved by the descendants of wizards. But once the outlaw sits on the throne, he also needs face. That's why they named the Knights of Truth, a fig leaf.

In addition to this, the presence of settlers naturally attracted merchants. As a result, the third member of the Golden Council is composed of merchants who have been approved by the Golden Council. Their names are concise and to the point, gold coins. Directly, and succinctly, they are the gold coins that represent the wealth of the Golden Council.

"Gold?" stood in front of a tavern, looking at the eye-catching gold coin logo on the tavern. I silently compared it with the news I heard before.

Surrounded by a golden magic ball like a small sun, this is the symbol of Bahrain's promotion to the official wizard. This magic ball is his wizard's heart, and every time he is promoted, he can condense a wizard's heart outside his body. It can't be hidden, but it can't be destroyed either. The level of wizards has always been so clear at a glance.

This golden wizard's heart floated around Bahrain, attracting astonished and envious glances from the moment he stepped into the chaotic city.

However, at this time, there was no excitement in Bahrain's heart, only deep disappointment.

When I arrived here, I realized that the holy place that I had dreamed of was full of the wisdom of wizards, but in fact it was full of copper stench. Dragging his tired body, he walked through the twisted and irregular road to the end of the city, looking at the towers that radiated the light of witchcraft not far away. The excitement and anticipation were blocked by a pale golden enchantment.

After inquiring around, I learned that even if I became an official wizard, I still couldn't join it without the introduction of a member in the Tower of Babel.

Even if you join it, if there are no other wizards to take you in, you can only raise funds to build the wizard tower by yourself, and in the end, you will have to spend a lot of money to hire a special wizard to help draw the formation map and connect with this huge wizarding barrier that envelops the entire Babel community.

In the words of those around him, a wizard without a wizard tower is not an official wizard at all, just a wandering wizard between a wizard and an apprentice.

Only the wizard who built the wizard tower can project the wizard's heart on the top of the tower to help the wizard accumulate mana. If the Wizard's Heart is the source of the wizard's sorcery, then the Wizard's Tower is the source of the wizard's mana. Otherwise, the mana temporarily mobilized from nature by a small wizard's heart alone would not be able to support the needs of wizards. Just like in the desert before, Bahrain unleashed a witchcraft and completely lost its combat effectiveness. This is only because the release of Balin is only an improved version of the lowest-level light magic in witchcraft, otherwise the slightly more complicated first-level witchcraft cannot be completed by relying on the wizard's heart to mobilize mana.

Someone once experimented with a standard version of Fireball. It takes ten minutes to mobilize mana through the lowest-level wizarding tower, and three hours purely through the Wizard's Heart. It is worth noting that the Wizard Tower can continuously accumulate mana, which can be projected directly into the Wizard's Heart when needed, and as long as the mana accumulated in advance is sufficient, this process will not take more than three seconds for even the lowest-level Wizard Tower. However, a pure wizard's heart can only accumulate a small amount of mana, and each time a slightly more complex sorcery is released, the mana in it will be exhausted.

One can imagine what the Wizard's Tower means to a wizard.

Therefore, the wizard's heart is just a mold for modulating mana, and according to the wizard's own wizard's heart in advance, the mana of the wizard's tower is processed into the wizard's need for witchcraft. There is only a limited amount of space for each wizard's heart to construct an imprinted witchcraft model, and creating a wizard's model that suits one's own wizard's heart requires constant research by wizards, and it takes a long time to construct an existing generic witchcraft model.

For most witchcraft with complex structures, a wizard's heart can basically only construct one or two models of witchcraft.

Mature wizards will prepare the corresponding sorcery to be constructed into their own wizard hearts in advance according to the situation that may arise. There is basically no chance of gaining enough time for a wizard to make an impromptu change to the wizard model.

As a result, every official wizard doesn't need to spend time accumulating mana. Wizards just need constant research. The sorcerer's body has never been an iron will, but a light of wisdom.

At this time, I stood in front of this tavern called Dream. Bahrain's inner disappointment can be imagined, in addition to not knowing whether he can successfully join the Tower of Babel through introduction, the huge amount of money required to build the Wizard's Tower is even more heavy in his heart.

It is worth mentioning that this tavern, which has the ability to provide referral services for wandering wizards, has a referral fee of up to ten gold coins alone. In addition to the red envelopes that may need to be given more, the cost of accommodation and food and beverages that need to be spent while waiting for the referral results is not calculated.

At this time, Bahrain had less than fifty gold coins on his body. This wealth may be enough for an ordinary person to live for a long time, but for a wizard, such a small amount of money is simply not enough.

Taverns that can provide referral services naturally belong to the Gold Coin Organization of the Golden Council. Looking at the gleaming gold coin sign in front of the tavern, Bahrain let out a long sigh. Reach out and push open the door to the tavern and step in.

Perhaps because of its proximity to the Wizard's Sanctuary, the noise of the tavern and the sound of various musical instruments were not transmitted at all.

Dragging a tired Bahrain, his body staggered towards the tavern counter. The sound of music made the wandering wizard, who was seriously depressed at this time, feel his heart throb uncomfortably.

Ignoring all kinds of eyes along the way, Balin's almost collapsed body was weakly propped up on the bar, and at this time, he was already exhausted and tortured to the point of collapse, and in a slight trance, he took out ten gold coins and said softly: "Hello, I hope to join the Tower of Babel." ”

The fat man who had been watching him from the bar when he pushed the door from Bahrain looked at the gold coins that Bahrain had placed on the table, stretched out his hand and handed over a glass of ale and said: "Formal wizards are always uncommon, it seems that Your Excellency is tortured by the merciless desert" casually put away the gold coins that Bahrain put on the table. Ten gold coins are easy to count.

Putting the gold coins in the drawer in the bar, the fat man casually asked, "What do you call it?"

"Bahrain - Constantine"

The fat man nodded, took out a piece of paper with a form from another drawer, put it in front of Bahrain and said: "I see that you are very tired, you can take this piece of paper and fill it out for me" and pointed to the ale on the side: "Please, Mr. Balin." And do you need a bed to rest on?"

Balin took two sips of the ale, having by this time drunk the muddy water in the oasis puddle outside. Although it is unpleasant, there is no shortage of water anymore. It's just that he almost died, and his body was too weak.

nodded, handed the fat man another gold coin and said, "Yes, please find someone to help me over." I can't walk anymore. The cost of the room will be talked about when I have rested, thank you"

The fat man didn't dwell too much on it, apparently seeing the wizard's exhaustion. Stretched out his hand and beckoned a fellow after a command. The fellow walked upstairs with Bahrain in his arms.

After entering the room, Bahrain didn't even have time to take off his shoes, slammed down on the bed, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

It wasn't until near noon on the second day that Bahrain slowly woke up. Bahrain, who has been suffering from cervical spondylosis, usually has not slept well. This time he slept for so long, and it can be seen that he is indeed tired.

After getting up, Bahrain shook his stiff neck slightly. Rubbing his head, which was still a little groggy, he turned over and sat up quietly on the bed.

Severe dehydration and the lack of nutritious dry food in the desert have hollowed out Bahrain's relatively healthy body. At this time, even after a good day's rest, I still feel weak in my limbs. It should be an excessive stress response that caused the fever.

He coughed heavily, tearing at his inflamed tonsils for a burst of pain. A mouthful of purulent sputum was coughed out directly, but it hung nauseously on the corner of the mouth.

Balin didn't care about anything else, reached out and wiped it, rubbing it against the wall on the side. At this time, although he is not unable to walk. The persistent low-grade fever and various stress responses in his body still made him feel very weak. He swallowed lightly and stood up with all his strength.

Walking down the stairs slowly, yesterday's fat man opened his slightly squinted eyes and looked at it, and said he, "How is it? Wizard, you seem to be sick."

Balin walked to the bar and smiled bitterly and nodded, "The tonsils are inflamed, so I should have a fever." For the first time, I went into the desert and walked wildly. Originally, when I came in, I said that it would only be a five-day journey, but it took me more than a month. I don't know how much of a detour"

Bahrain sighed and said, full of blood and tears.

"Then you can take care of yourself," the fat man said while touching his stomach: "Fifteen copper coins a day, how long do you live?"

It was the first time for Bahrain to go far away, and he had little experience, so he said casually: "Let's live first, wait for the news of the Tower of Babel, how long will it take?"

The fat man patted his stomach, grinned and showed a mouthful of yellow teeth and said, "This is not accurate, you give me the application form earlier, and I will handle it for you earlier." It's not a hassle for an official wizard to join, it's the wizard tower, hehe. It's a bottomless pit."

Nodding his head, he didn't feel anything wrong with Bahrain said: "The gold coins will be prepaid to you first, and then the bill will be settled."

"A gold coin is not enough to live for a long time, you still have to eat it" The fat man will not let anyone take advantage.

"Okay, it's not enough. Then, as if remembering something, Balin beckoned to the fat man to come closer.

The fat man straightened up with some difficulty, maybe Bahrain's tone was too heavy at this time, he frowned, or leaned his head over: "What?"

"I need a girl, I'm very weak, I need someone to take care of me these days," Bahrain said with some embarrassment, especially emphasizing that he just needs someone to take care of him.

The fat man leaned back in his chair and smiled, "Okay, fast food or a night?"

"What about the days?" asked Balin

"All day, I don't know if any girl would like to. It's all over the night, and it's still a whole day?" the fat man looked at Bahrain with strange eyes.

"I've had to be taken care of for the past two days, and I've been really uncomfortable," Bahrain replied.

The fat man nodded to indicate that he understood, and would ask him later. Then Balin ordered some more food, asked for two glasses of ale, and then went upstairs with a weak spirit.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the fat man brought a few girls to the Bahrain room, and finally picked a girl who was not tall but at least looked a little. Settled with 180 copper coins per day.

So the girl, named Rose, officially moved into her room in Bahrain. I took a shower with Balin, shaved him, and then went out to buy medicine for him. He didn't come back until the evening, and Bahrain didn't ask much. Just give her the completed form and tell her to go downstairs and hand it to the fat man. Then, he hugged her and fell asleep again.

In this way, two days later, Bahrain's body gradually recovered. Finally, he had the spirit, put his arm around Rose's waist, and took a carriage to the Golden Council.

This is the news from the fat man yesterday, and the Golden Council, having received the application form from Bahrain, invited him to come and talk. Regarding the invitation to the Golden Parliament, the fat man's explanation is that he wants Bahrain to join the parliament as a member.

It's not uncommon for a full-fledged wizard to come here, and while it's difficult for wandering wizards with no background to build a wizard tower, it's the only way to get into the wizarding realm. Compared to those apprentices, there is too much advantage.

It may take a few hundred years for Bahrain to scrape together the cost of the Wizard's Tower, but that doesn't stop the Golden Council from settling in on it first.

Bahrain is also quite happy with this, as you can imagine. If you want to raise enough money here, I don't know how many years you will have to live. Being a member of parliament can bring great convenience.

It's a good start.