I am a mage, with an infinite mana bar!

Without Lynn needing to answer, Count Frey gently patted Lynn on the shoulder.

Through the exchange of these three questions, he had fully accepted Lynn as his daughter's new ally.

"To ensure the fairness of the selection process, I will not offer you any additional assistance. However, Eli, I think you should do something to welcome your new friend."

Eli blinked, looking at his father with some surprise.

As far as I can remember, my father rarely gave gifts to others, especially to a young person he had just met.

Count Frey paced back and forth in front of several bookshelves in his study, seemingly hesitating about what gift to give Lynn.

This also shows that it was a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Finally, his gaze fell on a dusty corner high up, and he suddenly turned to Lynn and asked:

"You just quoted Merlin Ambrose, the 'Observer,' right?"

Before Lynn could answer, he muttered to himself, "What a coincidence."

As he spoke, he glanced at the guard standing to the side, who was like a statue. The elite warrior immediately came over, took the book that the count was staring at, and handed it to Lynn.

The book was a heavy old book, its parchment cover wrinkled and cracked, looking like it would break at the slightest touch.

Lynn carefully wiped away the thick layer of dust with her fingertips before she could see the name printed on gold foil, now so broken it was barely legible:

"Merlin's Notebook?"

The Earl nodded and said, "This contains some records from the later years of the great sorcerer Merlin, but their authenticity is questionable, and the handwriting is too blurry to read..."

"But it is still a rare and unique copy, which may be useful to you."

The positioning of this gift is somewhat subtle. In the eyes of most people, it is almost worthless, but it may also possess some potential, immeasurable value.

Eli looked at her father with some dissatisfaction, feeling that he could have offered something more practical and valuable.

The count noticed his daughter's gaze and realized the inappropriateness of his behavior, so he raised his hand, coughed, and said to Lynn:

"However, I think it might be better to use a practical magical item instead..."

Unexpectedly, after glancing at the book, Lynn immediately gripped the spine and smiled as he declined the Earl's other offer.

"No need, Your Excellency, this book is sufficient for me. Thank you for your kind gift!"

Because of the existence of the "Root Codex", his ability to utilize magic-related knowledge is far greater than that of ordinary people, and as long as one has enough spirituality, one can acquire hidden knowledge even from the most difficult-to-read content.

These precious ancient books are exactly what he needs now!

Count Frey nodded with admiration in his eyes.

Compared to those young mages who preferred to rely on external aids, Lynn's thirst for knowledge was clearly far greater, an attitude that Lynn greatly admired.

"Very well, so, Eli, are you sure you want to participate in the first round of selection with Mr. Lynn Lowell and Miss Charlotte Fenrir?"

"Of course, my Count," Eli said with a smile.

"Okay, now you're missing one last teammate. You can find one yourself; you don't need to ask for my opinion anymore."

Count Frey nodded slightly to the two young men. "I look forward to your performance next month."

After saying that, he waved his hand, indicating that the two of them could leave.

It was only after being reminded by his father that Eli realized the new problem.

Leaving the study, she asked Lynn anxiously, "What should we do? Our team is still short one person..."

Lynn was somewhat surprised: "Don't you have a suitable candidate?"

Eli felt somewhat ashamed. "I always take my magic lessons alone at home and rarely interact with spellcasters of the same level."

The gatherings of young nobles she frequented were mostly attended by people who were at most interested in magic, but not deeply so.

In addition, in a place like Luo'an City, there are not many spellcasters to begin with, and it is even more difficult to find a newly recruited one who is not familiar with her three relatives.

"Is there no one to choose from Green Tower?"

Eli grinned awkwardly. "Among Professor Falin's students, besides Charlotte, I'm the weakest..."

Lynn understood what she meant. Charlotte was already one foot in the senior druid level of spellcaster, which meant that apart from the two of them, all of Farin's students had reached the senior level.

Lynn fell into thought. His first thought was of Barton's student, Seth, the melee mage who liked to whip people with his staff. He was indeed a novice mage.

If all else fails, Ranger Ulsey as a half-caster is also an option, but his strength will be significantly limited in pure magic combat.

As he reached the corner, a shadow fell over his vision. Fortunately, he stopped in time to avoid bumping into someone walking in the opposite direction.

"Eli? You just went to see your father?"

The visitor was none other than Eli's second elder brother, Leon Frey, the second son of Count Frey.

He was lean and wiry, his black hair and black suit were impeccably styled, his expression was rigid, and his jawline was sharp and defined.

Lynn almost hallucinated that Count Frey appeared before him in a younger form.

After asking Eli his question, Leon Frey glanced at Lynn expressionlessly.

"Who is this?"

"He's my friend, Lynn. Lynn, this is my second brother, Lyon," Eli introduced casually.

Her way of introducing them wasn't very formal; it was more like a private conversation, like introducing a new friend to family when bringing them home.

"It seems Eli has a very close relationship with her second brother, which is slightly different from how she treats her father," Lynn remarked.

Leon Frey nodded slightly to Lynn, his deep brown eyes smiling as he looked at his sister, a barely perceptible upturn at the corners of his mouth.

"Looks like you've found another great teammate." He reached out and patted Eli's head.

Judging from her sister's relaxed demeanor, she and her teammates must have been approved by their father, which is why he called Lynn a "good teammate".

"But," Eli sighed, "we're still missing one last teammate..."

Leon Frey raised his hand to his beardless mouth, and quickly spoke:

"I've thought of someone. That young man hasn't been in Luoan City for long. Because of his special status, he's not very close to the Frey family. Perhaps you could try to get his help."

"Special status?"

"Yes," Leon nodded slightly, "He's a vampire. You probably don't know, but because of the Red Tower, vampires have never had a good situation in Assassin..."

A vampire? Lynn's heart skipped a beat. He politely asked, "Lord Lyon, may I ask what the name of this vampire you mentioned is?"

Lyon paused for a moment to recall that, as a member of a local lord's family, he had a habit and a sense of obligation to remember the local spellcasters registered with the Magic Association.

"I remember his name was Carlisle Reid. Besides being an apothecary, he was also a 'blood mage'."