Who taught him to restore the country like this?

"real or fake?"

The orange-haired girl stood up in surprise.

"It doesn't look like it. There's not even a wand."

She muttered to herself, circled around the middle-aged man, and asked seriously, "Do you really know sixth-level magic?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded.

"wait."

The orange-haired girl returned to the registration desk and pulled out a crystal ball from under the counter.

"Please put your hand up and activate the sixth-order magic circuit."

The middle-aged man placed his hand on the crystal ball.

The next second, the crystal ball flashed a dazzling green light.

"Wow even……"

The orange-haired girl's rosy lips formed an O shape.

It really is level six.

Perfect level sixth order magic.

It is still a very rare life magic.

"Can I go in now?"

The middle-aged man withdrew his hand and asked.

"of course can."

The orange-haired girl's attitude immediately changed 180 degrees: "Excuse me, teacher, what is your name?"

"Gatling."

The orange-haired girl quickly registered her name and magic information, then threw the registration book away, grabbed the middle-aged man's hands, and said with stars in her eyes, "Mr. Gatlin, this is your first time in the Magic City, and you don't know the way around yet. Please allow me to show you around the Magic City."

"no need."

Ron smiled with narrowed eyes.

He came here this time to find a high-level alchemist to make medicine, and didn't want to hang around in the magic city.

He tried to pull his hand back, but the other party held it tightly.

"Hey, you're welcome."

The orange-haired girl said with a smile.

Then he took out a suspended service sign from under the counter and hung it on the window, then skillfully closed the entrance to the barrier.

"Let's go, Mr. Gatling."

The orange-haired girl walked out of the counter and walked in front of Ron attentively to lead the way.

Seeing that a sucker had come to him voluntarily, Ron no longer refused the kindness. It just so happened that he didn't bring enough money this time, so he could... borrow some.

He followed the orange-haired girl into the Magic City.

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Tallulah, and I'm a four-star magic apprentice at the Arcane Academy."

The orange-haired girl introduced herself.

"Teacher Gatlin, are you here in the Magic City to apply for a teaching position?" she asked.

"Yes." Ron nodded.

"Please consider the Arcane Academy." Tallulah asked sincerely with bright eyes.

Ron bowed his head in embarrassment, thinking about it, and then replied, "I need to visit each college first before deciding which one to apply to."

“It’s definitely worth a visit.”

Talulah heard that Ron didn't seem to have a clear intention yet, and she felt that there was a chance.

"Mr. Gatlin, you must have other things to do in the Magic City, right?" she asked.

"Yes, I want to buy some medicinal herbs." Ron said.

"What herbs do you need? I'll help you find them," Tallulah said enthusiastically.

"That's not good..." Ron took out the list of herbs.

Tallulah took the list and looked through it carefully.

Good guy.

They are all precious medicinal materials for refining high-level potions, and a considerable amount is required.

If you buy all of them, it will cost a lot of money.

However, thinking of the upcoming magic festival and the value of a sixth-level archmage, she patted her chest and agreed: "Leave it to me."

"Then thank you for your help." Ron hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"No trouble."

Tallulah was secretly delighted.

Those who take people have short hands and eat people with soft mouths.

Great masters all care about their reputation.

Having received such great benefits from the Arcane Academy, Ron had no choice but to choose the Arcane Academy.

Unless he is shameless, he will choose another college.

Chapter 94 Place of Trial

Compared to all the cities in the human kingdoms of the southern continent, Moragun, the magical city created by the craftsmanship of the dwarves, the aesthetics of the elves, and the wisdom of humans, is undoubtedly the number one in terms of beauty and fashion.

It is not the kind of extremely luxurious beauty, but a refreshing and timeless beauty.

When you first enter here, you will feel like you have entered a big city from the countryside.

In this era when everyone except the kings and nobles still uses candles and oil lamps, street lights have been built on the streets of the magic city.

The security guards patrolling the streets are all puppets made of magic-resistant fine gold and cold iron.

Especially the islands floating in the sky, which further embellish the uniqueness of the magic city.

These facilities all rely on magical energy to operate, and there is an inexhaustible supply of magical energy underground in the magic city.

At this moment, a muffled sound suddenly came from the sky.

Ron looked up and saw a barrier composed of countless hexagonal blocks looming on the top floating island.

"That's the trial ground."

Tallulah introduced Ron.

"Like the Demon God's Altar, they existed at the very beginning of the Magic City's establishment. They are the crystallization of the God of Magic's great will."

"In these trial grounds, magical monsters condensed from magical power will be born. Killing these magical monsters will gain a very rich magical reward, enough to offset several months of hard training. You may even have the opportunity to comprehend the powerful magic of the God of Magic."

Although she was saying something exciting, Tallulah's expression and tone did not seem very happy.

Because the top trial ground is only open to wizards who can control seventh-level magic and must not be over 25 years old.

Because the conditions were too harsh, no trials had been held in that place for a long time.

At this moment, the trial ground was opened.

Moreover, the movement made by the barrier of the trial ground just now indicated that this person had passed the trial.

Damn White House! Damn Grey House!

The only ones who can do this are the two major academies at the top of the magic city.

Tallulah was envious and jealous.

Originally, they had kept to themselves and did not interfere with each other, so she did not hold such a grudge against the two academies.

However, recently the two major colleges set up branches under the pretext of analyzing the super-level magic of the God of Magic and started poaching people from all over, which made other colleges very dissatisfied.

The Arcane Academy was also one of the victims.

Tallulah now hates both colleges.

Now they are making this kind of noise again, obviously showing off their strength to outsiders and seizing the talents coming for the magic festival.

Tallulah secretly vowed that one day she would trample the two major academies under her feet!

"Mr. Gatling, would you like to go in and take a look?" she asked Ron, who seemed very interested.

The entrance to the trial ground is controlled by the Magic Academy Association. No one can enter except people from the Magic Academy.

Since there are too many people applying to enter the trial grounds below level six, they are usually opened once in a while.

There is no time limit for the sixth-level trial ground, because there are not many people who reach the sixth level, and everyone can enter once a month.

Tallulah looked at Ron with bright eyes.

Expect Ron to nod.

In this way, she could apply for Ron's qualification to enter the trial ground in the name of a teacher at the Arcane Academy, and directly keep Ron in the Arcane Academy.

However, Ron didn't answer her, and his eyes weren't on her, but looked behind her.

'Is there anything behind me?'

Just as Tallulah was wondering, her arms were grabbed tightly by a pair of ruthless hands.

"Ta...lu...la!"

Then a cold and terrifying demonic sound filled his ears.

"Alas!"

Tallulah shuddered, her body stiffened in place, and her face turned pale.

"Sister...sister, why are you here?"