Endless Ocean, Solar Islands, Magic Council Branch.!
Although the shadow of the mid-level magician's head being blown up in public has not been completely erased from Blake's mind, nothing can stop him from listening to the "Mysterious Voice" and "World Reality", which are popular throughout the archipelago and surpass
Entertainment for banquets and dances.
"Good evening everyone, this is "Arlinge Weekly News Review", and I am your old friend Lark."
Listening to this clear and calm voice every night, Blake felt as if she really had an extra friend, a friend who could listen to her calmly in the dead of night, a friend who she had never met but felt familiar to.
"Lark" reviewed the major news one by one, and Blake listened attentively, sometimes rejoicing at the progress of arcane research, and sometimes worrying about the gloomy situation in Holm.
"... In the past few days, there has been an unprecedented craze in Aringe. Countless apprentices and magicians have submitted their resumes to the Atomic Research Institute, and have flocked to the 18th floor of Aringe Magic Tower to participate in written examinations and interviews. According to reports
An insider described that in those days, the area near the Atomic Research Institute was crowded with people, like waves in the ocean. She had only seen such a grand scene when the Grand Arcanists participated in a certain arcane meeting. They completely blocked the nearby passage.
It's clogged.
There was a hint of smile in "Lark's" cold voice, especially when talking about "insiders".
"What kind of resume? Written test and interview?" Blake said to himself in confusion, but the words "Atomic Research Institute" aroused his strong interest. That should be Mr. Lucien Evans' atomic research.
So? Did he propose another theoretical system that changed the times? No, with apprentices and magicians involved, it should be something else.
"Lark" continued: "Many listeners who are not in Allinge probably still don't know what happened, so I will briefly review the matter. On July 3rd, the Atomic Research Institute issued an 'Apprentice Recruitment Task.
, prepare to hire ten apprentice-level assistants to assist the arcane masters in the institute in conducting experiments."
"What's strange is that the recruitment method used by the Atomic Research Institute is very special. You need to get a resume first, fill in your name, age, faction, magic school evaluation results in detail, and attach your own magic image, and then go through screening
They selected some outstanding candidates for interviews..."
Blake could no longer hear clearly what "Lark" was saying next. His brain was buzzing. The sentences "Atomic Research Institute" and "Preparing to hire ten apprentice-level assistants" seemed to turn into a stormy sea that kept pounding.
in his mind.
"The Atomic Research Institute is actually short of apprentice-level assistants?"
"If I can enter the Atomic Research Institute and participate in the most cutting-edge research in the microscopic field, maybe it won't be long before I can raise both my arcana and magic levels to the intermediate level!"
"It's over, it's over, their interviews should be over..."
In Black's view, if the Atomic Research Institute wants an apprentice-level assistant, a team can immediately form a circle around Arlinge outside the door. Of course, this is also the reality, but according to his idea, the magic school should not directly recommend elite apprentices.
Or take care of the juniors of the familiar high-level mage? They actually released the task publicly!
"It is rumored that Lucien = Mr. Evans is a gentleman with integrity and rigorous arcane attitude. This should be his idea to choose the outstanding ones fairly, openly and impartially..."
Many magic apprentices who are not outstanding in school have stronger arcane and magical abilities than those elite apprentices due to various encounters. However, due to the initial difference, it is difficult to catch up in level and cannot get more opportunities.
"That's the bad thing about being away from Arlinge. It's really frustrating to find out about many things after the statute of limitations..." Blake sighed in a low voice, then concentrated his attention and listened to "Lark" again.
"the sound of.
"... It is understood that there were more than 500 apprentices who submitted their resumes that day, and there are nearly 80 formal magicians. Intermediate magicians are willing to join the Atomic Research Institute as apprentices..."
Blake chuckled without joy. He had thought the same thing when he heard the news just now. He planned to give up the treatment of a formal magician and join as an apprentice, even doing odd jobs.
I heard that Mr. Evans holds a monthly discussion meeting, and you should gain a lot from just sitting in.
"...···At present, the first round of resume screening, written examination and interview at the Institute of Atomic Energy has ended
Twenty-five qualified candidates have been selected, and after the second round of recruitment, the final general interview will be conducted together, and Mr. Evans will be personally responsible at that time."
Second round? Blake almost jumped up. So there is still a chance?
"Lark" Qingyue's voice came to his ears: "Here, I would like to remind all branches outside Aline and members of various local magic organizations that today is July 8th. On the evening of July 10th,
At six o'clock, the deadline for submission of resumes will begin, and the second round of written examinations will begin on July 12th. If you are interested, please seize the time to come to Aline."
"You are all members of the Magic Parliament. The Parliament and the Atomic Research Institute will treat you equally. This second round of recruitment is actually specially prepared by Mr. Evans for you. He said that magicians other than Arlinge cannot be allowed.
And the apprentices feel abandoned."
The corners of his eyes were slightly sour, and Blake was quite moved. The magicians and apprentices in Alinge would never feel the pain that he and others seemed to have forgotten by the council. Why did the "Mysterious Voice" and "World Reality" become popular all over the island?
In addition to being able to learn a lot of knowledge and grasp the latest research trends, they also provide a link between Aline and the Islands:
"Thank you Mr. Evans, thank you Parliament..."
"...···You can ask your friends in Allinge to help fill out and submit your resume. I think each and every local organization should have arrangements for electromagnetic communication technology. If you don't have friends in Allinge, you can directly contact the parliament for tasks.
District, this is their contact information... Everyone waits until you get the invitation for the written examination before setting off. Don't paralyze the operation of the branch and organization..." At this time, the voice of "Lark" came from Blake
It sounds so beautiful to the ears.
After suppressing his excitement and listening to the "World Reality" channel, Blake waited impatiently for the dawn and for the Arlinge time to arrive at nine o'clock in the morning.
After the sun was shining, Blake hurried to the branch magic tower to prepare to use the electromagnetic communication device. Unexpectedly, he was very surprised to see a long queue.
"What a hot scene..."
The sight left an indelible impression on Blake, and he waited until the afternoon to gain access to it.
Black originally wanted to contact the person in charge of the mission area directly, but a haunting figure suddenly appeared in his heart, so he accidentally changed the contact person.
"Hello, who's there?" came a very ordinary female voice.
Blake took a deep breath and said, "It's me, Blake Ophelia, are you okay?"
"Okay? Is there anything wrong?" Ophelia asked.
Blake considered his tone and said: "Are you still in Pephothshire? Doesn't it only take two or three hours from there to Allinger?"
"If you take the magic steam train, it only takes two hours and forty minutes. Blake, do you want me to help you fill out and submit your resume?" Ophelia said with a smile in her voice.
Blake said in surprise: "How do you know?"
"Because I'm on the magic steam train heading to Arlinge, also for the Atomic Research Institute." Ophelia chuckled.
Blake scratched his head: "Then please help me."
"Okay." After Ophelia answered, the two fell into a brief silence.
Then, Blake couldn't help but ask: "Aren't you worried that something like that will happen again?"
Ophelia was born in a magic family and inherited a rich fortune, so she can use electromagnetic communication items as a second-level magician. But with such a wealth, such strength, coupled with her outstanding appearance, she has become
She was the coveted object of some middle-level and high-level magicians with bad conduct, but she had a strong personality and refused those people's exchanges and returned to her hometown of Pefosshire.
Ophelia smiled and said: "If you encounter it, give up at worst. It's not like I can't experiment on my own after leaving the Atomic Research Institute. Moreover, Mr. Evans is an upright gentleman who has never had any scandals. I am very confident in his character."
Listening to the plain but firm words of his crush, Blake smiled. This was the Ophelia he had always liked. Every time he recalled her face, her appearance was blurry, but her smiling but firm eyes were bright.
The eyes are extremely clear.
"I wish you success." Blake said sincerely.
Ophelia smiled and said: "I also wish you success."
Inside the Institute of Atomic Research, Lucien was discussing some issues about superconductivity with several students, and then he saw Rock staggering in, his face pale and as if he was about to collapse.
"Mr. Rock, what's wrong?" Annick asked with concern.
Rock said sadly: "I am about to die. I am responsible for reviewing resumes, written tests, and interviews. I also have to complete my own experiments and magical structures. I feel like I am about to enter the grave. There are all faces in front of me!"
That bastard Jerome knows how to sneak back to spend time with Vera!"
"This is something you took over happily. You can't blame anyone else." Lucien said gloatingly, and then handed over the experimental arrangements to Katrina and Leilia, and passed Roark easily and leisurely, returning to Magic.
Tower, after all, some experiments are not suitable to be done in front of everyone at the Atomic Research Institute.
"Sir, today's Holm Weekly." As soon as Lucien greeted Pinocchio, Leo handed over the newspaper.
Lucien took it and took a look. The headline on the front page was "Her Majesty the Queen Appoints New Royal Archbishop."
Nodding slightly, Lucien was not surprised. Natasha had mentioned this to herself during the phone call the night before. She admired Richard's religious reform program, but thought it should be done with caution. It would cause the church to go crazy.
.
"Sard actually approved Natasha's request without any hindrance. Is his purpose really that simple?" Lucien took the newspaper and walked to the study.
At this time, Pinocchio said loudly: "Master, there is a guest coming to visit. His name is Arthur Doyle."
Its sound echoed within the tower.
What will happen? Lucien asked Pinocchio to let Arthur in doubtfully, and then saw the chubby fat man approaching with a flattering face: "Lucien, there is an invitation here. Duke James will be in his private room tomorrow.
There is a party held at the manor, I hope you can attend, and Her Majesty the Queen will also come to visit his manor."
After the death of Prince Patrick, the fat man seemed to have lost his backbone. He was in panic all day long and tried hard to get close to Duke James. However, when Natasha ascended the throne, especially after she celebrated Lucien's birthday, Arthur was reborn.
He was rejuvenated and energetic, and he walked with dignity. But when he saw Lucien, he couldn't help but dwarf him.
Is this creating an opportunity for us to meet? Lucien's mood suddenly became very good. Although he couldn't do anything surrounded by nobles, it was good just to meet.
So, Lucien nodded and agreed.
It's dark at night, in a private villa.
The Duke of York looked at Count Baladi and said with a gloomy expression: "Her Majesty the Queen is going to visit James's manor tomorrow. What happened to what you said last time?"
"There should be hope." Count Baladi replied vaguely.