After handing over the ring of emblem of the first heir and accepting the gold coins and the manor, the main purpose of this trip was accomplished. There was no need to stay in Ivy any longer, so Moriarty said to Baron Ensberg.
Farewell.
"Do you really plan to go back to the south?" In the big study, the baron looked at his eldest son helplessly.
"Yes, but maybe we will visit other counties in the kingdom before leaving." Moriarty nodded.
"Or you can consider it. The family's plan to 'convert the town into a fort' in Yate Town has been finalized. Construction will start in about a month. If you are willing, I can leave this project to you.
." Sighing, the baron offered the final price and tried to persuade him.
Moriarty had long known about the plan to transform the town of Yate, the core of the family's trade, into a brand new castle, and had read the complete draft of the plan before. In fact, at least in the hands of the previous generation of Baron Ensberg,
The plan to build the family castle has been launched. However, the funds, manpower, and coordination in all aspects involved are too complicated, so it is not until today, decades later, that the corresponding preparations have finally come to an end.
Officially breaking ground for construction. And if you can become the general person in charge of the project, you can imagine how much invisible benefits Moriarty can get from it. Perhaps, this can also be regarded as another compensation for the baron's eldest son.
"I think it's not necessary." Moriarty just smiled and rejected his father's kindness.
"That's all." The Baron really had nothing to say about this.
That afternoon, Moriarty and his two followers left Ivy Manor. No one greeted them when they arrived, and they left quietly.
Next, Moriarty's carriage traveled north, quickly passing through Ogg County and Tuck County, heading straight for the royal capital of Standwell. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble and interrogation, White also replaced
He was wearing heavy armor and wore an ordinary warrior robe. As for Guderian, he had been sitting in the bumpy carriage with Moriarty, muttering depressedly.
After spending more than half a month, Moriarty and three others finally arrived at Standwell, the core of Erathia's political system.
Unlike any castle or fortress that Moriarty had seen before, the royal capital of Erathia was more of a majestic city with tall walls than a castle.
Historically, due to wars and destruction, Standwell has suffered severe damage or even near destruction three times. However, each time after experiencing cruel wars, the royal capital would stand up again like a phoenix bathed in flames, and
It was rebuilt bigger and stronger each time. So much so that there is no other city or fortress that can compare with Standwell on the current Antagridge continent. And in Moriarty’s memory,
Only certain great cities in the ancient East in the Old World can compare with it.
After passing through the nearly ten-meter-wide moat, the wheels of Moriarty's carriage finally slowly drove onto the solid gravel road of the Royal Capital of Erathia. In the city, the main road is extremely wide, with a line leading directly to the royal castle. On both sides of the main road
On the other side, there are countless branch roads extending out, connecting different trade, residential, government, military and other areas. And from time to time, there will be caravans and horses passing by on these branch roads, and there are groups of cars passing by.
Soldiers with bright armor are constantly patrolling back and forth throughout the city. When an endless stream of pedestrians and traders see carriages or patrolling cavalry, they will carefully dodge away, and then continue their activities and transactions as if nothing has happened.
"Wow, this city is really big. Even if it can fit 100,000 people in one breath, it won't be a problem." Sitting in the carriage, the silver-bearded dwarf kept looking out from the window while shouting: "
To build a city wall that high and thick, I would probably have to hollow out a whole mountain to get the stone."
"There is no such a big city in Aveili?" Moriarty asked with a knowing smile.
"No, Aveli has mountains besides woods. Those elves with their nostrils turned upward are like birds, and they like to build houses on trees. We dwarves also like to build cities, but most of them are built in the mountains and underground. There's nothing we can do about it.
It's so big." Guderian shook his head regretfully. Seeing what he meant, if conditions allowed, the dwarves could build a city as powerful as Standwell.
Because he had the address pointed out by Johnson, after entering the royal capital, Moriartillo asked passers-by for directions and headed directly towards the headquarters of the Moon River Guild.
As the old mage introduced, the headquarters of Moon River is located in a very old five-story brick building. It occupies a large area, almost half a block. However, the location of the guild is far away from the bustling business district and residential buildings.
, so the branch road called "Star Street" that runs in front of the headquarters gate seems quite deserted and quiet.
After getting off the carriage, Moriarty glanced at the ancient brass lion-headed door in front of him, which was almost three people tall. He smiled silently and stepped in. Behind him, White and Guderian followed closely.
Inside the gate is a hall covering an area of nearly 100 square meters. The marble floor is clean and bright. A set of huge spiral mosaic lines are inlaid in the snow-white marble slabs, which looks solemn and calm. However, Moriarty knows very well that these seemingly
The beautifully decorated dark blue lines actually form a large-scale warning magic circle. Of course, if it is fully activated, it should also have some good magic defense effect.
After walking through the spacious hall, Moriarty came directly to the only reception window and stood still.
Inside the window was a girl with short chestnut hair, about sixteen or seventeen years old, who had been concentrating on reading a magic book. When she saw Moriarty and others approaching, she immediately put down the book and stood up. It looked like she was a
The mage apprentice who acts as the front desk.
"Hello, Master Mage. Welcome to the Moon River Mage Guild. How can I serve you?" Looking at the silver star on Moriarty's chest, the chestnut-haired girl immediately said respectfully. However, there was a trace of hesitation in her eyes.
, obviously she had never heard of such a young second-level mage in the guild before.
"Hello, apprentice." Moriarty nodded and said bluntly: "I am the second-level mage Moriarty Ensberg. I am here today hoping to join the Moon River Guild."
"Oh, that's right." No wonder, the girl's heart moved, but she still maintained a respectful attitude: "Do you have any recommendations from members of this guild? Because according to the guild's charter, when a new member applies to join, he must first get the recommendation from the old member.
Introduction to members.”
"Yes." Moriarty took out an envelope from his sleeve and placed it in front of the girl: "This is the recommendation letter prepared by Master Johnson for me. Please check it."
"Mr. Johnson..." The chestnut-haired girl immediately remembered the image of the old mage in her mind, then carefully picked up the envelope, and then said to Moriarty: "Please wait here for a moment, I will forward this letter immediately.
Your Excellency, the mage who submitted the letter to 'Bo Men', I believe he will give you an answer soon."
"Okay, I'll wait." Moriarty smiled slightly.
The girl bowed deeply to the mage again, then turned around with the letter of recommendation and ran quickly up the stairs leading to the second floor behind her, and disappeared around the corner of the stairs in a blink of an eye. Moriarty came to a sofa on the side of the hall.
He sat down, with White and Guderian still guarding him vigilantly.
About five minutes later, there was a sound of footsteps, and Moriarty stood up. He saw a middle-aged mage with sparse gray hair holding Johnson's letter, striding down the stairs, and walking straight towards him with a happy face.
Come. Behind him, the girl with brown hair trotted to follow.
"Hello, Master Moriarty. Introduce myself, I am the fifth-level mage Barton of the Moon River Mage Guild. On behalf of the Moon River Guild, I welcome you to join." The first sentence he spoke, the middle-aged mage introduced Moria
Ti's guild membership status was confirmed.
"Hello, Lord Barton, thank you for your permission." Following the etiquette of the magical world, Moriarty saluted the mid-level mage.
"Come, please come with me and go to my office to discuss in detail." Barton looked at the silver glove on Moriarty's left hand, his smile became brighter, and he immediately pulled Moriarty towards the second floor.
Seeing that the normally serious mid-level mage was so dedicated to marrying this new second-level low-level mage, the chestnut-haired girl was shocked, but she quickly stood aside and made way for a few people. Then she learned that White and Guderian
After becoming Moriarty's followers, Barton made an exception and allowed them to enter the guild together.
Arriving at Barton's office on the second floor, the mid-level mage asked Moriarty to sit down, and then directly took out a registration form for him to fill out. Although he already knew the general background from Johnson's recommendation letter, at that time
When he saw Moriarty's information about being a noble and owning an independent alchemy studio in the form, Barton couldn't help but laugh.
After more than a hundred years, Moon River finally has another alchemist member, and he is still so young. Barton can imagine that when several other mid-level mages and even the high-level mage learned this news, they must have also felt the same.
As happy as I am.
After Moriarty signed his magic signature at the bottom of the form, Barton then appended his signature to the side. At this point, Moriarty's membership application was basically completed. However, when Barton handed over the registration form,
When he turned over and faced the blank "Member Level" column, he hesitated.
"Master Moriarty, Moon River's membership levels are divided into twelve levels. They are basically set based on the mage's professional level, plus the mage's own contribution to the guild. In addition to being a second-level mage, you are also
A first-level alchemist. As far as my personal judgment is concerned, I hope to directly grant you a fifth-level membership level. But the problem is that all authorizations above level five need to be approved by the president in advance before they can take effect."
Having said this, Barton glanced at Moriarty: "So, for now, I can only grant you the fourth level of membership with my maximum authority. Do you think that's okay?"
"In this way..." Moriartillo lowered his head and was speechless for a moment.
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