Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 242: Trafficking
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At the junction of the sea of clouds on the horizon and the surface of the water, a white tower stands between the sky and the earth.
"That's the holy tower!" Locke exclaimed. In the morning, the gray-robed old man who had disappeared from the Zecton port in the eyes of everyone reappeared today, saying that he would arrive at the holy tower on time at four in the afternoon.
Although it has only been ten days since it took off from Princeton, Locke felt that it had been several months.
The life on the deck is so boring and boring, and the same scenery has wiped out Locke's curiosity.
If this is a ship traveling on the water, Locke can enjoy the sea breeze. If the floater accidentally falls down, it will be the end of the bones.
Up until now, Locke didn't know exactly how high the airship would fly.
There are too few visible reference objects. The flying herons and other birds flying under the pontoon let Locke know that his current altitude may be higher than the altitude of normal bird flight.
The gray-robed old man said nothing wrong. At four o'clock in the afternoon, the floating boat arrived at the destination.
An island with lush forests appeared under the floater.
In the central area of the forest, the sacred tower with a height of several hundred kilometers stands like the Optimus Prime.
Locke doesn't know what creatures live in the forest outside the holy tower, but from the faint danger emanating from the forest, it is not difficult for Locke to guess that there are at least a powerful creature of the rank of beast.
Because it was the original Morphy Forest, it was far less oppressive than this forest gave him.
It didn't take long for everyone to switch from the shock of the outer forest to the novelty of Santa College.
The difference between Santa College and the Imperial Royal College is that there is no redundancy in the space here. The cylindrical teaching building uses the space inside the Santa to the extreme, and the translucent interconnected corridor allows you to stand The magic apprentices outside clearly saw the tower magicians walking inside.
The most eye-catching thing is the one-kilometer tower above the Santa College, looking up, there is no end in sight.
"If you want to visit, there is time. Get off the boat now!" The gray-robed old man flew in mid-air, directing everyone on board to get off the boat in an orderly manner.
Rock, Angelina, and Danny stepped off the floating boat simultaneously.
"Finally I don't have to endure the smell." Locke complained, and before he could complain, the gray-robed mage called him over.
"That knight, come here!" The gray-robed old man shouted to Locke with a smile. Locke now hates the gray-robed old man's expression, because every time Locke sees it, there is no good thing.
"What's the matter? My lord." Although he was upset, Locke didn't show it on his face. He still asked respectfully.
"You have done a great job these days!" The gray-robed magician first praised Locke for his credit. "This is your reward!" The reward for one intermediate-level monster crystal core a day adds up to ten The remaining pieces were packed in a small bag, and the gray-robed old man handed it to Locke.
"Thank you Lord!" Locke knows when to shirk and when to accept. Most magicians are hard-tempered, especially the elderly. It is difficult to move when you look for things. Rather than being humble and contrived, it is better to be direct Accept this reward.
More than ten intermediate crystal nuclei cost nearly two thousand gold moles, not a small amount of money.
"Have you joined any organization?" The gray-robed old man asked casually.
"Uh, I joined the Hall of Knights." Locke replied. As another organization on the Continent of Missia and the Holy Tower, the gray-robed old man is certainly no stranger to the Hall of Knights.
"That's it~" The gray-robed old man nodded first, and after thinking for a while, he immediately said, "I still have a job for you. I wonder if you will accept it?"
"My lord, please." Locke can see it, Master Babrina only has Angelina in his eyes. He is a knight, Master does not have much attention, so he dare not hold the Master Dare to disobey another official magician.
"Slave creatures will be sent from three continents one after another in the last six months. I will be in charge of some of them in the Holy Tower for one to two weeks, but one of my experiments has reached a critical moment..." The old man did not. Speaking clearly, but the meaning is very clear.
"Half a year..." Locke was speechless. He only stayed here for a month or two before trying to find a way to return to the Omor Empire. How could he help the magician take care of the slave creatures for half a year.
"But the Hall of Knights is issuing a conscription order recently..." Locke said. He had just joined the Hall of Knights, so his conscription order had to go through a process before it could be delivered to him, but it didn't mean he could miss it. This time it is called up.
For compulsory recruitment missions, no knight will refuse, and no knight dares to refuse. The punishment unit in the Knights' Palace is not easy to provoke.
"Recruitment order?" The gray-robed old man glared at first, and then said with a relaxed expression, "It's okay, anyway, you can perform that task from the Holy Tower!"
Without waiting for Locke to ask about the specific situation, the old man said to Locke, "From tomorrow, I will go to work in the conversion area of the Holy Tower. I have completed your check-in procedures for you!"
Locke can only stretch out his hands and watch the old man slowly walking towards the holy tower dumbly.
"What's the matter?" Angelina asked caringly when Locke walked back.
"I may not be able to leave." Locke felt like he was being trafficked.
There were about fifty magic apprentices who came down on the floating boat. They were not allowed to wait for a long time. Seven or eight seniors who walked out of Santa College began to lead them in and go through the admission procedures.
"Which continent are you from?" a leading high-ranking apprentice asked the people who got off the floater.
"We are from the Royal Academy of the Omor Empire." A magician replied in the crowd.
"The Omor Empire, that is the mainland of Missia. Merlin, you happen to be from the mainland of Missia. Lead your fellow townsmen to get the identity card from Lord Rado." The leading magic apprentice casually took this piece. It should have been his job to a fat man standing next to him.
"Okay." The fat man nodded and agreed, "Come on, everyone follow me!"
The holy tower gathers all the elite magicians from the three western islands. The annual enrollment quota is less than two hundred people, and each continent only accounts for about 70 places.
Fifty of the places are the same as Angelina and others, who were admitted with extraordinary talent and strength, and the other 20 were admitted through other channels.
For example, the royal family of the Omor Empire can get 10 places every year. For those royal princes and princesses, there is no better place to go to the holy tower for gilding.
In addition, some hidden strong people and forces on the mainland also have one or two recommended places.
The true pride of the heavens, the talent of the heavens, every student who graduated from the Holy Tower is at least the best among the high-level apprentices.
As for the intermediate apprentice, if he is not promoted to death, maybe he will stay in the holy tower for the rest of his life.