Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 185 My name is Trist

"That's a bounty issued by the Magic Research Society, mainly for knowledge trading. The number 27 after the name is its code name at the Traveler's Rest, and the number before the task entry is the task number," Delilah explained with a smile, following Anser's gaze.

27 is also a task category number. The Magic Research Society can exclusively enjoy an entire crystal task bar, a privilege that most organizations do not have.

"What kind of organization is the Magic Research Society?" Anser asked, having only heard of the Mage Guild and the Mage Society.

"A society composed of spellcasters, headquartered in Forgotten Realms in Toril, similar to a mage guild. It's said to have several legendary spellcasters, but it mainly recruits mages, not warlocks," Delilah said meaningfully.

“Actually… I’m a mage,” Anser said calmly.

“That’s a lame joke,” Delilah said, clearly unconvinced.

A warlock's talent is perceptible; Anser's high charisma undoubtedly makes him a warlock, so becoming a mage is absurd.

Anser didn't argue, but pointed to the first task and asked, "Has anyone accepted that bounty?"

"I think so," Delilah said uncertainly, as she hadn't paid attention to these things.

Although she is also a mage, orthodox mages don't really look down on her hybrid profession, and coupled with racial factors, she has almost no contact with organizations like the Mage Guild.

“I’ll take this bounty.” Anser strode toward the window below the crystal quest log.

“Hey,” Delilah quickly caught up with him and teased, “You didn’t steal your mentor’s manuscript, did you? That doesn’t count, you need his personal authorization.”

“Ha, prejudice.” Anser waved his hand and walked straight to the deserted window.

Inside sat a young human male, dressed in a white robe. Upon seeing someone approach, he immediately turned around and asked in Common, "Accept the quest or turn it in?"

"Accept the bounty, number 27-1039." Anser reported the corresponding number on the quest bar with a blank expression.

"Hmm, hmm?" The young waiter glanced at Anser, then lowered his head to carefully check the quest book, before looking at Anser again and hesitating for a long time. "Sir, are you sure you want to accept the spell model bounty quest issued by the Magic Research Association?"

"Yes, are there any restrictions?" Anser pressed.

“There are no restrictions, anyone can accept this task, no registration required. However, this task requires on-site handover and verification. The representative of the task issuer is currently in room 27. Would you like to complete the bounty now or wait a while?” The young waiter was very patient.

He was just a waiter at a traveler's rest stop, not the owner, and he couldn't afford to offend any of the professionals who came here.

“Now.” Anser nodded decisively.

Do you have an identification tag?

"No."

The waiter pulled out a platinum card from below and handed it to Anser: "Here you go, number 9528. You can write the code on the back. If it's lost, your points will be reset to zero, and it can't be replaced; you'll only get a new one..."

Anser was taken aback, not expecting the process to be so simple, requiring no registration of any information.

He took the card and immediately sensed a magical fluctuation. It was a magical item with a simple drawing of a giant astral beast on the front and a row of numbers in the lower right corner: 9528.

"I've already notified room 27. Just follow the ghost there." The waiter tapped a glass bottle next to him, and a blue female ghost floated out, still sleepy-eyed.

It grabbed the task sheet from the waiter's hand, floated over the counter, and flew straight to the other side, its expression dazed, like it was sleepwalking.

Anser quickly followed.

Delilah followed behind with great interest, her curiosity growing stronger like a cat scratching at her heartstrings.

The ghost walked along one side of the hall, passed through a door into a spacious corridor, and then found room 27 at the back, ringing the doorbell.

A moment later, the door opened silently, revealing a large room of several tens of square meters, luxuriously furnished with exquisite carpets, sofas, tables, chairs, bookshelves, wine cabinets, and other fine materials. Anser stepped into the room and immediately sensed the active yet stable magical energy within, causing his own magical energy to surge with excitement.

'There's no anti-magic field in the room, that's a good design.' He nodded to himself.

Behind the desk, an elderly man with white hair and beard raised his head, his gaze passing over Ghost and Delilah before landing on Anser with a puzzled look in his eyes.

The ghost casually tossed the task sheet onto the table, turned around, ran to the sofa in the corner of the room, curled up, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Please have a seat, you two. You can call me Gianda."

The old man seemed used to this. He gestured for the two to sit down, picked up the quest sheet, raised an eyebrow, and looked at Anser: "You're a mage?"

Anser sat down opposite him, took out a spellbook from his dragon-skin bag, and without opening it, concentrated on casting a spell.

"Invisible servant" (Netheril language)
After the incantation, an invisible, mindless, and shapeless medium-sized force field appeared on the carpet in the room, leaving a dent in the carpet as it was stepped on.

"Go get me a glass of water," Anser commanded.

An invisible servant slowly floated over, placed a teacup in front of Anser, and then picked up the teapot and filled it with tea.

Gianda and Delilah, standing to the side, focused intently on sensing the spell, their expressions growing increasingly surprised. First-circle spells were not uncommon, but being able to skillfully cast spells with magic was extremely rare.

Magic casting has always existed, but it's extremely rare. With the magic network being so useful, why bother with the thankless task of magic casting?

Since living beings have limited lifespans, they cannot afford to waste time; advancing to a higher level as quickly as possible is the right path.

So after several weeks of this bounty being offered, only a few dozen spell models were received, most of which were difficult to cast, let alone stable, and the results were not ideal.

Seeing their reactions, Anser chuckled inwardly, thinking that he should be able to close the deal today.

"How is it, Venerable Jianda?"

“Very good. What’s your name? Who is your mentor?” Gianda stroked his beard and looked at Anser with a smile.

“My name is Drizzt, but that’s not what my mentor taught me. Let’s talk about the price.” Anser needs a lot of money to buy some legendary equipment and local specialties.

Delilah's lips twitched as she looked at Anser speechlessly. "He can't even put any thought into choosing a pseudonym. He has to use the name of the dark elf protagonist from the epic story. It's really... ridiculous."

Gianda's expression remained unchanged, whether he hadn't heard of it or simply didn't care. He pondered for a moment and said, "As long as it can be cast normally, a one-ring spell model will cost one thousand pounds of gold. If it can reach the level you just showed, I'll add another thousand pounds of gold."

Furthermore, you will become a full member of the Magic Research Society, your spell models will be protected by knowledge, and you will receive 20% of the profits from every purchase, for a period of 100 years.

Anser's eyes lit up: "How many members do we have?"

“There are probably over a hundred people.” Gianda smiled slightly. “Spellcasters outside the Research Society can also purchase our spells, as long as they sign a confidentiality agreement.”

Anser took a deep breath, as if he could see money engulfing him.

'No, calm down. I only know a dozen or so spells.' He composed himself, realizing that his strength was currently too weak to be too arrogant.

He opened the dragon-skin bag, took out an alarm spell scroll, and placed it on the table: "Master Gianda, this is an alarm spell scroll that I just copied. Take a look."

As Gianda carefully unfurled the scroll, his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and a smile involuntarily spread across his lips.

During this period, the Magic Research Society has received some good spell models, but none of them are as exquisite, concise, and beautiful as this one, with a very high level of maturity, and do not seem to have been constructed on the spot.

'Perhaps it's some traditional mage school that insists on using magic to cast spells, I knew it, I knew it...'

(End of this chapter)