My inventory is full of monster materials.

"Professor Morris, adventure is not a profession for me, but a yearning for life. I still hope to become an adventurer."

Mark solemnly and firmly rejected Maurice's offer.

He knew the old professor was a very pragmatic person, so he spoke very clearly and without any ambiguity.

Upon hearing this reply, Maurice did not persist in trying to persuade him—he was not as shameless as some people—but simply sighed deeply, with understanding mixed with a touch of regret.

"Sigh—I knew it. You young people always have a special fondness for freedom, and your adventurous spirit is unstoppable."

After that, Mark and Maurice raised their wine glasses to each other in silence, sipping their fruit wine slowly.

But this tranquility was soon broken by an excited voice.

The office door was pushed open sideways with a shoulder, and Dylan rushed in excitedly, carrying a stack of clothes. On the top of the mage's robe lay a silver badge with gold trim that read "Eye of Wisdom".

"Mark, look! I brought your formal mage robes!"

Dylan quickly walked up to Mark and urged him on impatiently.

"Quickly take off your leather armor. It doesn't match your mage robes at all. I've also prepared the most fashionable outfits for scholars right now. Try them on!"

"...good."

Unable to refuse Dylan's hospitality, Mark had no choice but to comply and change his clothes with Dylan's help.

"And they even took their pants off!"

"ha?"

Mark looked slightly embarrassed.

But Dylan smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and offered his help.

"It's okay, it's okay, we're all men, what's there to be shy about!"

"Don't do it, I'll do it myself."

...

A moment later, Mark appeared in front of the full-length mirror looking completely refreshed.

She wore a snow-white long-sleeved shirt and a light gray wool vest, paired with well-tailored dark straight-leg trousers and shiny round-toed leather shoes.

The outermost layer was the loose blue mage robe exclusive to the association, the hem of which hung down to the ankles, the silver embroidery trim shimmering faintly in the light.

Mark has shed the sharpness and roughness of an adventurer, and is now surrounded by the scholarly air unique to academics. With his white hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and gentle smile, his aura is warm and elegant.

Dylan was stunned and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"Mark, this outfit is absolutely perfect for you, it looks amazing!"

Morris also walked over slowly, his gaze falling on Mark, his eyes full of admiration.

"If you didn't already have a mentor, I would really like to make an exception and take you under my wing."

Mark raised his arms, looked at himself in the mirror, and sighed inwardly.

As expected, clothes make the man, and gold makes the Buddha; his charm is probably overflowing now.

Then, as a final ritual, Maurice stepped forward, personally picked up the "Eye of Wisdom" badge, pinned it to Mark's chest, gently patted his shoulder, and solemnly gave him instructions.

"From today onwards, you are a Mithril-level member of the Surge City Mage Association."

"Mithril grade?"

Mark looked puzzled.

This is his first time at the association. He hasn't even finished reading the membership handbook yet, but he's already a fast-track apprentice mage, so he's not very clear on the specific details.

Upon seeing this, Morris laughed and joked.

"Hey~ It's actually similar to the Silver and Gold levels in the Adventurers' Guild, it's all about ranking."

"However, the mages in our association have always considered themselves superior and refused to use the same titles, so they specially divided them into orchard grade, mithril grade, and adamantite grade, which sound more expensive."

After a pause, Morris stopped smiling and emphasized.

"However, your situation is a bit special. Although the association has rated you as Mithril-level, you can enjoy some additional privileges."

"For example, other official mages only receive a subsidy of 5 gold coins per month, while you receive 10 gold coins."

"In addition, you can enjoy the same treatment as a senior mage, and have your own private office within the association."

"As for other privileges, such as library borrowing and purchase discounts, you'll discover them as you go along."

After listening to Maurice's explanation.

Mark already understood that regardless of whether he had previously agreed to stay with the association, the association would genuinely provide him with intensive training.

This favor is truly immense.

Therefore, Mark bowed deeply, his tone becoming even more sincere.

"Thank you for the association's kindness, and thank you for the professor's care."

To everyone's surprise, Maurice waved his hand and said with a smile.

"The person you should really thank the most is Patrick... who is also the president of our association. These privileges and treatments were all specifically arranged by him."

Upon hearing this, Mark bowed deeply again and said firmly.

"I will certainly live up to the chairman's expectations."

"Hey! Speaking of the president, I almost forgot, he has a gift for you!"

Dylan slapped his forehead, as if remembering something, and turned to look at the side of the office door.

Lina was struggling to hold up a huge crystal antler with both hands, her face flushed red and her little hands turned a little purple from the cold.

Mark froze for a moment, then looked at Dylan expressionlessly.

Morris glanced out the window, pretending to be nonchalant.

Dylan, looking embarrassed, chuckled and quickly walked to Lina's side, apologizing as he took the heavy crystal antlers.

Then, Dylan casually handed the antlers to Mark.

"The guild leader knows you have ice-type blood, so he specially selected this monster material from the guild's treasury as a gift to celebrate your promotion."

Morris joined in the introduction.

"I know this item. It comes from a second-tier leader-level 'Northern Crystal Horned Giant Deer'. It's one of that guy's treasures."

"Later, gather some high-quality magical materials, find a master magic craftsman, and use this antler as the staff head to forge a staff. You won't need to change your staff even when you reach the 'Archmage' level."

Mark stared blankly at the antler, its entire surface clear, as if carved from millennia-old ice, shimmering with a dazzling icy blue light under the refraction of light.

However, Mark disagreed with Maurice's suggestion of the "staff" because a phantom light screen appeared before his eyes.

【The Frozen Northern Crystal Horned Deer Antlers (Blue)】

Completeness: 87%

[Effect]: "Frostblood III (Blue)"

【special】:

Mark already possesses "Frostblood III (Blue)," so if he equips this material, will the two bloodlines of the same level advance to a higher level? I really can't wait to try it out.

Seeing the undisguised joy on Mark's face, Morris smiled slightly and said.

"Since that guy gave such an expensive gift, I should reciprocate in kind. I can't let him outdo me."

Mark was shocked and waved his hands repeatedly.

"No need, Professor. I have already received so many generous gifts. It would be unworthy to accept another one from you."

Mark was telling the truth this time, and he was genuinely flattered.

But then Dylan leaned close to Mark's ear and whispered something in his ear.

"Mark, just accept it. Actually, your mentor and the president share the same idea and are very optimistic about your future. If you become successful in the future, just don't forget about us."

If we become rich and powerful, let us not forget each other.

Mark instantly understood the meaning, so he stopped refusing and bowed deeply to Maurice, his tone very sincere.

"I will never forget your help today!"

Morris nodded in satisfaction and gave Dylan an approving look. It's better for a student to say some things.

Then, Morris walked toward a cubicle on the inside of the office and spoke with his back to them.

"Come with me. My collection is no less impressive than Patrick's. Take whichever piece you like."