There is an extremely difficult gap between the astrologer apprentice and the regular astrologer recognized by the association, because the grading of the apprentice is done by the mentor, and the assessment of the first-class astrologer is held by the association, and every autumn at the headquarters of the Continental Astrologer Association on the four continents, the annual examination is held, and countless young apprentices with dreams rush to the astrology tower in the center of the continent from all directions to accept the difficulties of countless cunning theoretical astrologers.

However, with the rise of the Zavi Empire in the Western Continent and the tension between the Vedic and Tocharian Empires in the Southern Continent, these two continents gradually became forbidden lands for astrologers, and of course the assessment stopped. The Joint Amnesty Decree prohibits astrologers from serving the state apparatus in exchange for the guarantee of their personal rights by the state power, but as soon as the war begins, the invaders will gently tear this piece of paper apart, just as the Zawi Empire's Raven Legion did with the astrological towers of the Red Plains, and wipe out all the five guild strongholds in the route of the invasion. However, when the amnesty decree is no longer effective, the members of the five guilds can get involved in the war themselves without being punished by the association, and sometimes powerful people can change the entire battle situation on their own, such as the eighth-level astrologer like Erlan Dainteller, the user of the "Blade Resonance Chamber", is simply an epic weapon that determines the direction of the war.

Therefore, the war has also become a good opportunity for the guild members to exert their strength and gain power, and the First Central Army Combat Spellcaster led by the Grand Magician Menakmakh is composed of these gold diggers, who help the Zawi Iron Cavalry spread the war to every corner of the Western Continent. It's a bit of a comical paradox to say, the war forces the guild members to make a choice, and the guild members' choices ultimately change the war.

There must still be many astrologers in the Southern Continent who choose to stay behind to join the army, and the headquarters of the Association in the Golden City has set up an automatic rating star array to provide services for these outcasts. I don't know if it was because the temporary test standard in wartime was set relatively low, or if the strength really increased by leaps and bounds in two months, Jonah actually became a third-level astrologer, and from the perspective of the sequence system of the five guilds, he was considered a relatively high-level, with corresponding strength, and respected intermediate members.

The two men walked out of the astrology tower, the two doors closed behind him, Jonah stared at the badge in disbelief, the orange-red six-pointed star flower showed that he was a utilitarian astrologer with outgoing energy, - the powerful outgoing astrologer was the most popular guest in the military, and with this badge alone, anyone could easily get a regimental commander or a royal inspector in the Tocharian Empire. The coachman was so shocked that he almost fell to his knees, and his eyes looked at the future royal celebrity with great admiration, and Ah Sai coughed twice: "Lord Astrologer is just hiding his strength! ”

"Yes, I'm sorry, my lord!" the coachman pointed in fear, "the four scouts have already rushed back, and I can't stop ......"

Several swift figures swooped into the gaps of the crowd, and in an instant they were overwhelmed by the crowd. The Oriental shook his head: "Forget it, it's okay, let's get in the car and go to the weapons shop on Khalifa Street." So saying, he took the hand of the stunned Jonah and boarded the four-wheeled carriage.

The wheels began to spin, and the new third-level astrologer jumped up with a thud, and hit his head on the ceiling: "It hurts! What are you doing?"

The Oriental smiled evilly and withdrew his paws: "There is an acupuncture point called 'Hegu' in the tiger's mouth of a person, and a hard pinch can make a person sober." Look like you've lost your soul, is that bag still there?"

"Oh, it's still there. Jonah remembered the other things in the bag. The two books in the bag are an astrology classic, "Fire Attack Star Array", and an academic journal published by the association, "Astrology Research (Q1 Bound Edition)". The piles of bottles and jars were filled with all sorts of powders, granules, and beads, and all Jonah knew was the colorful stardust, and the one given by the Astrology Society was much less and less pure than the one he had taken from the "Winds of Bactria". In addition to these, there were fifteen Tocharian coins, a few small gems, and two large red crystals with poor transparency.

"Slam the door. Asai craned his neck to see clearly, pouting and commenting.

Jonah carefully stuffed books, aids, and gold coins into his deerskin bag, his pouch already bulging and shapeless. "Level 3 Astrologer!" he patted his little chest with sparkling eyes, "I'm a Level 3 Astrologer! I don't know how happy Mr. Koshawar would be if he knew the news! Elliott, Dragon, Sibi, and Jekon too! Uncle Toba must be proud of me, too!"

The Oriental smiled and said, "Although I don't know who you are talking about, I know that it is your companions." ”

"yes, they're all best friends!" Jonah said excitedly, "Didn't I tell you?, Elliot is a noble rose knight who rides a white unicorn......"

Until the car slowly stopped on the side of the street, the emotional third-level astrologer was still chattering about the past of Cherry Crossing, and Ah Sai hurriedly pushed the car door: "There is time to talk slowly, we have arrived, go and take a look at the best weapons and armor in the Southern Continent, shopping is the best way to express a good mood!"

In order not to be too ostentatious, the Orientals instructed the coachman to wait in an alley not far away, and the two men walked slowly to the shop on the side of the street, where several weapons shops with swords of all kinds were lined up, "Look, 'Slug Nest', this is the most famous, strange, and nonsensical shop in the legend, and every year the tourist guide lists it as a must-see in the Golden City!" and Assey's eyes lit up, and he dragged Jonah towards the largest shop. The third-level astrologer stopped, and turned to look at the small shop next door, more than three times the size of the palatial slug's nest, the entire two-story building painted white, and the sign depicted an anvil emerging from a spark.

"Anvil of white steel. Why, do you want to visit this house first? Wait......" The Oriental man didn't just take out a thin booklet, flipped to a certain page, and read: "After a fantastic and interesting shopping trip in the slug's nest, you might as well go to the 'Crack Silk', which specializes in weapons from the Oriental Continent, located diagonally opposite Khalifa Street, half a minute's walk away. But if you have faith in your character, you can also go out and turn right into the 'Anvil of White Steel' next door to try your luck, this shop is known for its bizarre way of doing business and cheap and inferior products, they produce swords that even the most sloppy mercenaries don't want to buy, but if the character explodes, the stinky shopkeeper will dig out a piece of the best equipment that can scare the critic to death from the scrap copper and rotten iron, and sell it to you for a terrible price as low as the eighteenth floor of hell, so that you will be entangled in the artifact of the price of cabbage for a whole year. Don't worry, there have only been three such lucky bastards in ten years, and the odds are your turn, think for yourself. ”

The flirtatious tone made Jonah feel familiar, "What kind of book is this?" he asked.

Asai turned the pamphlet and looked at the words printed on the back cover: "I took it from the 'Midnight Star', not ...... 'Tocharian Lone Traveler's Guide, honorably produced by the editorial department of 'Geographical Estimation of the Southern Continent'." ”

"Sure enough......" Jonah shrugged helplessly, "I don't know why, but I think there's something in the anvil of white steel that particularly appeals to me, and I can't help but want to go over and take a look." ”

"Walk, listen to you, listen to you, in case a lucky bastard is you. The Oriental, who was curious about everything, urged eagerly. The two men passed in front of the beautifully decorated gate of the slug's nest and turned into the small shopfront of the white steel anvil.

Like the other weapon shops, the shop is filled with a wide variety of knives, swords, spears, bows and arrows, hammers, flails, meteor hammers, Tocharian swords and spears, and many more unknown alien weapons. As the Lone Traveler's Guide notes, each weapon is crudely crafted, with a notched blade, a bumpy blade, and a rusty spear tip, and only scrap collectors would be happy to take a second look.

There were two or three customers in the shop, presumably tourists who had come to try their luck, and there was a small counter in the middle of the mess of weapons, and on the counter lay a sleeping shopkeeper, who seemed not at all worried about losing anything in the shop, and in fact there was nothing to steal.

The tourists wandered around boredly and pushed the door out. There were only three men left in the shop, and the sunlight shining through the glass windows on the swords looked a little strangely beautiful. Suddenly, the shopkeeper opened one eye and stared at Jonah, "Hey, come here." ”

"Hey, hey, it's coming, the boss's call!" Ah Sai jumped up and shoved the third-level astrologer, "Come over and call you." ”

Jonah walked over and saluted, and said in the lingua franca of the Western Continent, "Hello." I'm Jonah the astrologer, what's the matter?"

The shopkeeper is a middle-aged man who is a little blessed, wearing a small flower hat on his head, and he doesn't know which nationality he is. He turned out from behind the counter, looked the astrologer up and down, and his mouth was actually the lingua franca of the Western Continent: "There's something on you that I'm interested in, let me take a look." ”

Jonak didn't have time to think about why he spoke Western Continental, and sensitively hid the staff Silafina behind him, "Do you mean my staff? No, the staff is the life of an astrologer, and I won't let anyone touch her...... Touch it. ”

"Who wants your staff? The shopkeeper has a pair of big and small eyes, which looks quite comedic, but his expression is very serious: "Do you have a small thing in the semicircle in your bag?" You must not know what it is, you tyrannical idiot. ”