Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 44 Chen Xue Tu Re-enters the Mage Tower
In fact, Vincent's heartfelt words to Chen Mo were ultimately tinged with some exaggeration.

The Federation both tries to win over mages and is wary of them. There are always Federation spies in every mage tower, even in the reserve mage towers.

The apprenticeship that Vincent managed to obtain was actually one of the spies planted by the Mercenary Guild on behalf of the appraisal institute to work with Master Hal.

Those who engage in such insider activities are often mediocre talents with limited abilities. Year after year, they drift between various mage towers, always stuck at the threshold of promotion, eliminated time and time again, only to start over again in a different place.

As they get older, their final destination is usually doing odd jobs in a corner of an appraisal institute.

The student under Master Hal is in this situation. If he fails the assessment this time, the tuition will be several times higher. When the next large-scale recruitment of apprentices takes place, new people will definitely be needed to replace him. It's a good opportunity to make use of him and earn a large sum of money.

Even with all his advantages, Chen Mo was still completely outmaneuvered.

Of course, Deputy Director Vincent wasn't completely deceiving Chen Mo. He was right about one thing: when it comes to something like substituting one thing for another, it really does require getting all the connections, both inside and out, up and down.

All those who knew about the matter, were involved, and handled the case had to pay money, and the deputy director himself couldn't work for nothing either. This was indeed an expensive expense.

In this world, money may not solve all problems, but the probability of not being able to solve problems without money is definitely much greater.

Even if the price is "just a tiny bit" more expensive than the market price, as long as he can get things done by paving the way with gold coins, it's already great news for Chen Mo.

The next morning, Chen Mo, eager to get started, went to a consignment shop in the city that belonged to the Mercenary Guild. There, he spent twenty gold coins to reserve a "Star Tear Crystal Cleansing Set".

As for when the goods would arrive, or even if they would arrive at all, that was no longer Chen Mo's concern. He only needed to pay the fee, and then "accidentally" drop the receipt behind him in front of the person receiving the money, and the transaction would be complete.

Taking money and then giving you leverage over something? You're kidding!

Then, a gray-robed staff member from the appraisal institute led Chen Mo to a secluded spot. There, he met the "classmate" he was about to impersonate.

The other person had a head of messy, unkempt hair that resembled a bird's nest, and deep-set, bloodshot eyes, clearly indicating chronic sleep deprivation. His figure was slightly hunched, and he wore a shabby, old apprentice's robe stained with unidentified dirt, radiating a gloomy,颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of listlessness, apathy, and apathy) aura.

This is worlds apart from Chen Mo's image.

The gray-robed man stepped forward and carefully gave a few instructions. The apprentice then came over and took out a badge from his belt.

"This is the token used in the mage tower. My name is Roy."

"Remember this name, don't get it wrong."

"I'm in Group 3 of Microlight. When you get to the entrance, a classmate will come and take you in. Don't say anything, just follow him. He will arrange everything for you."

The apprentice took two steps, then turned back and solemnly instructed again: "Remember, Roy, don't make a mistake!"

After waving goodbye to John and Josie, Chen Mo took a deep breath and carefully led Skeleton White alone toward the building known as the "Preparatory Mage Tower".

The scene before him was far from what he had imagined. It was clearly a slightly larger rural farmhouse courtyard—a few clumps of wild grass stubbornly sprouted from the cracks in the bluestone paved ground, the low walls were covered with dense vines, and the mottled walls revealed the traces of wind and frost.

The so-called preparatory mage tower is actually a "paid tutoring class" that mages temporarily rent a spacious place outside to run before they have the money to build their own base.

At the entrance of the courtyard, a middle-aged gatekeeper with a cold expression stood there, arms crossed, scanning Chen Mo up and down as he approached.

The gaze was like two small knives, and Chen Mo felt a chill run down his spine as if he had been sliced ​​open.

Chen Mo steeled himself and approached, just about to speak, when a gruff voice came from behind the door: "Roy, why are you so late? We've been waiting for you forever!"

Chen Mo was momentarily dazed when he saw a tall, thin guy waving frantically at him through the door.

By the way, my name is Roy. "Something came up on the way, I was delayed a bit, um..."

Before he could finish speaking, the tall, thin man's voice rang out again, making Chen Mo's ears ring.

Chen Mo felt a sense of disorientation; this was a bass cannon disguised as a bamboo pole.

Is this a sorcerer's apprentice practicing sonic wave techniques?

The tall, thin man didn't care about any of that, shouting, "Hurry up and come in! We've been waiting for you for ages. If you delay any longer, you'll miss dinner!"

The gatekeeper took the badge and precisely embedded it into a slightly recessed oval magic symbol on the stone pillar at the entrance. With a soft hum, a gentle white light flowed from the symbol, brushing across the badge's surface like flowing water.

"Roy, apprentice of the Glimmering Third Group, return to the tower after leave. Your identity has been verified. You are permitted to enter!" The gatekeeper announced in a flat tone, seemingly addressing no one. He casually tossed the badge back to Chen Mo, then took out a fist-sized, shimmering magic mark from his leather pouch at his waist, skillfully twirling it once among a larger symbol on the nearby wall.

After a series of soft clicking sounds, the "farmhouse" style mage tower opened its doors to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo walked in, and the gatekeeper acted as if he didn't see Skeleton Little White following behind him with big bags and small bags.

The tall, thin man who brought Chen Mo in was named Kato, and he had typical features of the northern mountain people of the Creek Moon Federation—a large frame and skin that appeared rough and slightly red due to the high-altitude sun.

This guy is very enthusiastic; it seems like it's not just because he's been paid, but because he's a genuinely warm-hearted person.

He led Chen Mo into the so-called "castle," his mouth moving like a clockwork mechanism, chattering incessantly.

"Look over there!" Cato pointed to a large white house bathed in sunlight in the distance. "That's our Grand Master's residence and training ground! Remember, brother, without the Master's guidance, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely do not approach!"

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, turned on the miniature camera hanging on his chest, and began to spin around in place 360 ​​degrees.

Cato remained oblivious, continuing his endless chatter.

"The gray-walled houses are our apprentices' quarters, the yellow-roofed houses with chimneys are where we eat, and those three rows of brown houses I'm pointing to are the school dormitories." He waved his arm forcefully, drawing a large circle. "These three places are all the areas where our Microlight Group is allowed to move around. Don't wander off anywhere else!"

“If you cross the line…” Cato grinned, “you’ll regret it, really!”

"Let's go to the cafeteria first, or there won't be any food left!"

Chen Mo: "Shall I put the things back first and then come back?"

"Eat first, eat first. Nothing is more important than eating!"

"If you keep dawdling, there won't even be any bread crumbs left!"

Chen Mo: "..."

Alright, anyway, on this day, Chen Mo, the former prospective apprentice of Black Crow Castle, became Roy, a formal apprentice of Hal Mage Tower.

He had finally stepped into the learning environment he had been striving for since his escape, and he could see a bright future waiting for him not far ahead!

I want a heavy machine gun, I want an armored vehicle, I want... or maybe next time I make a sacrifice, I'll ask for a cell phone first?
After thinking for a long time, Chen Mo gritted his teeth and stamped his foot, deciding against it.

That thing is such a waste of time and energy for cultivation!

(End of this chapter)