Don't disturb the sorcerer's scientific research

exactly.

The battle between spellcasters is also a battle of intelligence information. We can make corresponding defenses against enchantments, but if even I don’t know what enchantment the next sword will have, how can I target it!

Florence suddenly felt a burst of inspiration, and her thoughts became clear and smooth.

Quickly make modifications on the lab bench.

Looking at her adjusted "masterpiece", Florence smiled with satisfaction.

I believe that classmate Jia Xiu, oh no, the great sage Jia Xiu who influenced her path of magic, must be proud to have a follower like her.

At this time, after seeing off the three "living fathers", the examiners were finally able to take a breath and rest.

Suddenly, he noticed that the smile on the face of a candidate who was doing enchantment and was originally normal became wild and perverted.

Look at her lab bench again.

Why did the spell change so drastically?

The changes are so confusing. Could it be that he learned it from those people just now? There are so many things he can learn from.

"Examiner, I would like to submit..."

Thus, another rising star of the Jiaxiu School, deeply influenced by the school leader, began to rise...

Chapter 100 The Temptation of Getting Bigger

"I believe that Ram's spells are essentially amplifications of machinery, so they should be classified under our magical mechanics."

In the meeting room of the Spellcaster Association, all members of the arbitration group were discussing the issue of publicizing the list of those who passed the registration assessment.

According to tradition, for every spellcaster who passed the assessment, their areas of expertise, simple information, and works in the examination room, unless there were special circumstances, would be made public and available for inspection at the association's branches in various places.

It can also be regarded as a certificate for registered spellcasters who have passed the assessment. You can't just say that you are a spellcaster when applying for a job.

Another World Academic Information Network.

In this announcement, there is also a short evaluation given by the arbitration group, which will point out the caster's main school or research direction.

It's okay for people who have a very clear direction, but if it involves some interdisciplinary subjects, then there will be a lot of trouble.

"Why is it called magical machinery? Ram clearly uses a combination of divine guidance and object animation. Besides, he is a priest by profession, so he must be classified as one of our theological clerics."

The ownership of Ram has caused controversy.

Everyone in the arbitration group will care about this, which is essentially the same as schools competing for good students.

More talent equals better reputation, which equals more achievements, which directly brings in more funding.

The world is a series of huge mountains, and under each big mountain there are a bunch of small hills, and they all have different names.

"Ah, I don't like what you're saying. Ram created this spell himself. It's not some divinely gifted spell that comes from pious devotion. Don't get involved with this, you theologians."

"Then when he cast the spell, he said he had no control over which part it landed on, so how come it just happened to take effect on the useful parts? This is divine revelation!"

……

After more than ten minutes of debate, the matter of Ram's ownership was settled.

Magical Mechanics has a slight advantage.

Because the priests could not convincingly prove which god was responsible for the improvement in mechanical efficiency.

After confirming Ram's direction, the next person to appear was Mia.

The necromancy school and druids are eager to try.

After arguing for more than ten minutes, the druids narrowly won by claiming that Mia was a Spore Society druid.

The necromancers were quite dissatisfied with this, because Mia's spells were obviously for corpses.

For this reason, the druids of the Moon Society and the Earth Society reluctantly stood up to speak for the Spore Society.

Although they usually don't get along with each other, they are all druids after all.

After the two top-notch candidates were chosen, Jia Xiu, the man who caused the paronychia, the man who bombed the entrance exam, the culprit who caused the association to urgently revise the rules governing celestial bodies, and the hidden bomb that could cause religious strife, made a brilliant appearance.

When Jia Xiu was mentioned, the conference room suddenly fell silent.

There was a moment of silence before the pastor spoke first.

"He was originally a sorcerer."

The warlock in the arbitration panel was unhappy. "Alas, I have reliable information. He has never used a magic explosion in public. How can he be considered a legitimate warlock? His works show such a deep understanding of the gods that they should be considered theology."

"No, we are just devout believers of the gods. We don't know how to study the basic principles of magic. He is so good at modifying spells, he must be a wizard. I heard that he is also a student of Master Aurelius. This should be considered the school of evocation."

"Why does it have anything to do with us?" The representative of the School of Plasticity sat up straight.

The conference room was plunged into a long debate about which direction Jia Xiu should belong to.

I don't really want to get involved.

He is indeed capable, but no matter how you look at it, he is someone who will cause big trouble in the future, and it is likely that the big trouble will not be positive.

As the debate continued, the vice president in charge of the assessment of registered spellcasters slammed the table.

The conference room fell silent again.

He cleared his throat and prepared to start serving water: "If you ask me, let's just leave it at that..."

……

"He's good at all kinds of magic, and you're bragging to no end."

In a tavern in Larven, warrior Arnold looked at the newspaper extra edition, which contained a list of people who had passed the registered spellcaster assessment in the Larven area.

There are 354 people in total, which seems small, but there are only about two to three thousand people who pass the assessment every year in the entire continent. The city of Larven contributes six to seven hundred people stably in two games every year, which is definitely worthy of the title of the City of All Laws.

This list is also a must-read for adventurers. The young people in it are all promising magic masters in the future. If you can recruit one of them, it will be a great gain for the team.

Of course, this has little to do with Arnold. Their team is not backed by a top adventure group and cannot recruit people of this level.

But it doesn't prevent him from watching.

There is a warlock in their team who takes the exam every year. This year is his sixth year, and unsurprisingly he still failed.

"Who is it? He's good at all kinds of magic."

The warlock in the team came over curiously. He had failed the exams in the first two years and he would drink to drown his sorrows.

I'm used to it now.

I came to the pub after the exam simply to drink.

"What's his name, Jia Xiu? He obviously isn't from here. The spell he's being tested for hasn't been made public yet. Could it be that the president of the association's son is using a backdoor?"

"Who, Jia Xiu!"

The warlock screamed, "That's incredible! We were in the same exam room. When he submitted that spell, the examiner wasn't sure. They called in several arbitration panels to study it for a long time and even used the apprentice as a target for the test."

"The apprentice is dead?"

"Why are you dying? Do you understand the law? Only non-dangerous spells are allowed to be tried by apprentices."

"Tsk, what's the point of a non-dangerous spell?"

Arnold, as the team's most powerful person, is a pure muscle-brained man with no auxiliary or control spells in his mind. In his opinion, only those who can deal damage are the strongest.

Since he couldn't learn spells, his way of dealing more damage was through better equipment, stronger combat skills, and a bigger body!

Big means strong, big means fierce!

This is his simple and direct logic.

In order to have greater strength and bigger muscles, he would take time out for exercise even when he was on dangerous adventure missions. He would use the commission he earned to buy food, except for the necessary equipment. He only ate meat and no vegetables.

Even though this made it difficult for him to go to the toilet, his gums bled, and he became night blind, he still insisted on leaving his limited stomach capacity for more needed food.

With such hard work, he finally achieved an arm circumference of 45 cm.

But he was still not satisfied. He had only just reached the point where he could grow. He would not stop until he reached the size of an orc. However, no matter how hard he tried, he did not gain any weight in the past two years.

This troubled him very much.

He turned the page irritably, "How come this is another undisclosed name, Mia Oak, and an elven surname."

"Hey! Mia!"

The warlock roared, startling Arnold.

"Why are you so startled?"

"This Mia is also in the same examination room as me."

"What happened to your examination room? Two people came out of the same place without being publicized?"

"That's not important. What's important is that her magic made a dead body stronger than a bull. The dead human body looked like the dead orc body."

Trigger keywords!

Arnold stood up suddenly, and his thick thighs pushed the table out.

"Do you know where this Mia is?"

"He seems to be a student of Saint-Delo."

"I have to see her, I have to see her now! Orc transformation, here I come!" Arnold ran out screaming.

"Alas! That may not be useful to others..."

The warlock's voice came from behind...

Chapter 101 The Birth of the Medicine Jar Faction Warriors

"Someone is trying to hurt me!"

Looking at the evaluations on the public list that said he was good at all kinds of magic, Jia Xiu was shocked.

"This is absolutely flattery. Someone must be trying to ruin my reputation by creating a god first and then destroying him! The enemy is the Spellcaster Association!"

"Is it possible that the association didn't think too much about it and simply didn't know which direction to assign you to?" Margaret said quietly. "Or, perhaps, none of the directions wanted to claim you, so they ultimately chose to share the responsibility."

"Ram thinks so too."