After leaving the conference room, Siegel stood under the three-peak tower, thinking quietly. The Tri-Peak Pagoda is a majestic structure, a spectacle that amazes everyone. Before Waterdeep was founded, the mages who came here showed their power from the wasteland, and powerful spells caused three towers to rise from the ground. The whole earth trembled, and the creatures of nature fled far away, watching in fear what was happening here.

These three towers symbolize "authority, knowledge, and heart", and the tallest tower in the middle is the "heart" tower. Every time Siegel sees the tower, he thinks of what he has read from books: "Knowing knowledge, gaining authority, is only for the sake of better understanding the heart." This idea of the Mage Federation is different from the "Mage Society" and "School City" in the Old World, and they denounce it as "too similar to a priest". However, there are also many mages and scholars who agree with this idea, and come to join the Federation, which brings life to the three towers.

Siegel asked himself, what do he want now? He had read a lot of biographical books from the library here about how the archmages had grown, and he knew that only by enduring loneliness and studying well could he become an archmage. But he also knew that, deep down, he longed for adventure and to see all over the world. The world is so big, there's so much to see.

Why don't you go to the north and have a look? Based on the process of observing the meeting, he knew that in a month there would be a large number of adventurers heading to the north, to the territory of the wildlings and orcs. Among them would be mercenaries, knights, and a large number of opportunists, as well as regular soldiers who would then rush away. But again, both savages and orcs will be alert, the north must be very crowded and lively, rather than going at that time, it is better to set off as soon as possible.

"Strength comes from practice. Siegel thought of Bo's words and made up his mind.

So he strode to the Tower of Knowledge among the Three Towers, and entered a large, obsidian-carved hall. There weren't any windows, but there was some soft light source supported by magic. There were many bookshelves floating in the sky, constantly moving, moving in and out of the gray mist. The fog filled the entire hall space, and the top of the tower could not be seen when you looked up. This is a place dedicated to storing all kinds of books, where mages from the apprentice level can borrow and transcribe books.

Siegel had been here many times, and the last time he came, an old man in a red robe had him receive him and helped him find the book "Magical Shields and the Basics of Protective Energy". This time it was the same old man, who was sitting alone on a large stone chair, holding a copy of a mage's travelogue and reading it with relish.

"Good day, old sir. "I'm going to borrow some books." ”

The old man looked up and looked at Siegel through the old glasses on his nose, and after a while it dawned on him, "Oh, it's you." What do you need this time?"

"A geography of the northern part of Waterdeep and a collection of elementary magic. Siegel had figured it out before he walked in. It costs a lot to borrow books here, and the geography is relatively cheap, only 1 gold coin per day. The beginner magic encyclopedia costs 7 gold coins for 1 day, which is not at all as cheap as those classified magic books - the cost of 4 gold coins per day, and it does not delay learning magic.

The old man looked up at the bookshelves in the air, quickly searched for the relevant catalog, and after a moment he said, "Sorry kid, the elementary magic encyclopedia is gone. I have a good recommendation for the Geography of the North - "Orcs and the Sea" by William Eric. ”

Siegel also had a backup plan, he was going to go to the Geographies, and then picked up the spell books related to illusions and elements. The old man looked at him, and then said, "Little Mage, you should go to the Authority Tower. The road to the north is not easy, you need magic items to protect yourself, and at least a wand. If you're traveling, you'll also need a handy, waterproof and bug-proof spell book. I've seen sad things about mages losing their spell books, and you don't want to make the same mistake. ”

Siegel nodded, and he did just that.

The Tower of Knowledge is a library, study room, and communication room, and it is always quiet here. Unlike it, the Tower of Authority is much more lively, with laboratories for spells, practice grounds, workshops for magical items and various potions. As soon as you enter the tower, you can hear the noise coming from overhead. Fortunately, the entire tower has been reinforced with magic many times after it was built, and countless magic arrays continue to absorb and weaken the damage taken by the tower, so even if someone casts an ice storm in the laboratory, only a dull thump can be heard downstairs. Now that the pounding in the tower is like a drumbeat, it's likely that a group of elemental mages are researching new spell casters.

Unlike the library, there is no mage as a receptionist. For those who study spells, spending a day in the library as a receptionist and having enough free time to read a book is a perk. But being a "shopping guide" in the Tower of Authority is a waste of time for the mage. So the archmages created a lamp god who "welcomes" here all year round.

The Lamp God is a blue, smoky, magical creature that can transform into the appearance of a normal human, has a good intelligence, and is able to communicate well. Moreover, this creature has a very keen magic sense, which can spot bad customers who try to deceive them with spells, they have a strong ability to resist spells, and can cast spell dispels to crack simple magic effects. Ordinary people can't be intimidated by the god of lights, which also ensures the safety of magical items in the Tower of Authority.

As Siegel entered the Tower of Authority, a cloud of blue smoke drifted over him, trying to envelop the young mage. This can be regarded as the evil taste of the lamp god, and he always likes to bully newcomers. Siegel can actually understand this kind of behavior of the lamp god, if he is made by himself, bound to this, and does a repetitive job for the rest of his life, any living creature except the necromancy will go berserk. It's just because they don't have a complete soul, and their emotions are more like a mechanical transmission structure, so they don't become hysterical.

The "god" of the lamp is nothing more than the creator's boasting of his own creative ability, a fantasy of trying to "ascend to the gods".

Sympathy for these poor magical creatures doesn't mean they have to be rolled up and thrown out. With a slight wave of his left hand, Siegel sent a breeze around him with magical energy, gently blowing away the blue smoke. The Lamp God immediately sensed the level of magical energy possessed by the comer, and despite being only a trainee mage, he was still a member of the Federation. It's okay to joke, but if you continue to mess around, you will go against the soul essence of the "servant" of the lamp god and cause serious damage.

So the blue smoke rolled and gathered in front of Siegel, and then showed a comical face. In a playful but standard pronunciation, he said, word by word, "What do you have to do?"

"Wand, the wand that assists me in casting spells. Siegel said.

"Oh, a new mage needs his wand to cast a terrifying spell!" the lamp god twisted in the air, and then a large wand appeared above his head, swirling around Siegel. "Long, short, straight, and curved are all useful, and lightning, flames, acid-spewing, and poison-shooting are all good for defeating the enemy. Which hand do you use to use your wand?"

Siegel thought about it, and he still had to use a scimitar in his right hand, so he stretched out his left hand.

"Oh, a left-handed gentleman. It's rare that your arms and fingers are so strong. I also saw the calluses left by drawing the bow and practicing the sword - are you sure you are a mage and not a warrior?"

Siegel glared at him, shaking his fingers nimbly, making several gestures that were common to use spells, nimble and accurate. This shows that he can reach his fingertips with magical energy without any lingering, which is a basic requirement for using a wand.

"Okay, new mage, what do you want from your wand?"

I can quickly retract it into my sleeve. Because a lot of times I need to use my weapon with my left hand free. ”

"Hmph......" The lamp god glanced at Siegel again, and then said, "You still have to be able to quickly poke out of your sleeve, right? As he said this, he took out a thirty-centimeter wooden wand from the top of his head, and said, "Bloodwood, bloodwood, blood-stained wood, what better way to kill people!"

Siegel took the wand and felt a burning and manic power from it.

"It's fiercer, faster, and sharper when you cast spells!" said the lantern god, a competent salesman, excitedly, "And it's cheap, it only costs ......"

"I don't feel good about this one. Siegel handed him back the wand.

"Cut! fussy imp. The lamp god brought another one, and then introduced: "Thirty-two centimeters long, the hardest and heaviest ebony." If you forgot to bring a knife, this one can also make a cameo dagger. ”

Siegel reached out and took it, not feeling anything out of the ordinary. He casts the Universal Servant spell, and the magical energy flows smoothly in the wand, without the feeling of condensation. The wood is very hard, and when you hold it in your hand, it looks like you are holding a hard awl, and it is also very textured when you wield it, and it is indeed as the god of lights said that you can make a cameo dagger.

"When you use the spell 'Dumac', the wand will be hidden on your wrist and become a bracelet, otherwise if you need to recite 'Schlack' with your bare hands, he will turn back into a wand. Other than that, though, the wand is featureless. Are you sure you don't need to bring a talisman wand or a missile wand?"

"No, I love the feel of this wand. Siegel experimented with the spell a few times, adapting to the speed and frequency at which the wand grew bigger and smaller. He asked, "How much is a wand worth?"

"Two thousand one hundred gold coins, it's already discounted. The lamp god replied with a smile.

A delicate set of heirloom armor was only 1,800 gold coins—of course, most knights still couldn't afford it—and Siegel was deeply distressed by the price. The cost of attending classes and experiments in magic studies, and the cost of buying a house, all quickly consumed his property, and now he only had more than 5,000 gold coins in his hand.

It is useless to bargain with the god of lights, they are affected by spells, they have no ability to compromise on the price, and will only keep repeating the original price. Beginner mages do not make magical items, and are a pure consumer class. Siegel could only pinch his nose and admit it.

"You must learn to make magical items. Siegel made up his mind: "You can't just go in and out like this, no amount of wealth will be consumed." ”