Chapter 1134 To the New World

The latest URL: The old man filled in his name in the form very smoothly, using an elegant and concise font that looked like art to the young registrar—after receiving the form handed back, the girl couldn't help but start to feel a little suspicious From my own judgment, can an "old man whose mind is not clear enough" really write such a good handwriting?

Of course, the girl is not a professional doctor or druid, and she herself knows this very well, and she can't judge anything with the font, but this short-term suspicion still made her look at the old man curiously, and then couldn't help it. Asked: "May I ask, what is your purpose for going to Tarrond? I mean...you don't look young anymore, and joining the pioneering group is a very risky thing."

"To travel to a strange land, to witness something strange, to do something thrilling and potentially beneficial to many people, all of which can now be done by filling out a form, what more reason do you need? ?” The old man looked at the young girl with the eyes of an ignorant junior, “And that’s Tarrond! Any adventurer with a sane mind will seize this opportunity, it may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! "

"This... what you said makes sense," the registrar seemed to be overwhelmed by the old man's enthusiasm, and said in a weak tone. At the same time, he became more suspicious of his speculation about the "disease" of the old man in front of him—it seemed true. What is an enthusiastic, rational adventurer, and full of yearning for Tarrond?

At the same time, she also noticed a detail in the other party's words: the old man called himself an "adventurer" instead of an "adventurer" in the general population. This subtle root difference may not be a big deal among careless adventurers. , but the old man in front of him is very likely to be a well-educated mage transcendent, so the word "adventurer" is very likely to carry a proud title.

But is there a famous adventurer named "Modir" in the human world? The young registrar was a little unsure, given how little she knew about the continent—only a few weeks earlier she had been seal hunting in faraway Tarrond.

The old mage named Mordir obviously didn't realize that the young registrar behind the window was a giant dragon from Tarrond. He just seemed to be aroused by the topic at hand, and couldn't help talking to himself softly. : "Actually, there is another reason why I went to Tarrond...Girl, maybe you will feel weird when I say it, but it is a feeling, a feeling as if...fate is guiding you, can you understand?"

"The feeling of being guided by fate?" The registrar opened his eyes a little unexpectedly, but then nodded knowingly with a smile, "Of course, I don't think it's weird—you look like a profound mage, a powerful mage We can indeed feel the fate and the future once in a while, this is the power that a transcendent should have - but your destiny guide will point to Tarrond, this is indeed a bit strange..."

"No, girl, I'm afraid that's not what I mean by 'fate guidance',

I can feel it myself - it has nothing to do with the ability of a supernatural being, it comes from the depths of my heart, pointing to something that I have forgotten... as if I have been to that place, and then lost something there , and now I'm going to get it back..." Modil was rambling, at this moment he seemed to have really become a late old man, recalling some past that he didn't even know clearly, "I can't remember a lot of things, a lot of things, but sometimes..."

He stopped suddenly, as if awakened from some kind of intoxication, an embarrassing expression appeared on his face, he looked at the young girl across the window, couldn't help but smiled, and spread his hands: "Sorry, the elderly That's it, it's easy to feel inexplicably emotional, you see, I told you so many unnecessary things... don't take it to heart."

The registrar looked at the old man. She listened carefully to all the other party’s words, without showing any impatient look on her face—communicating with every human being here is an incredible new experience for her, and before her eyes This old mage gave her a feeling that was different from other adventurers who came to register.

She smiled and shook her head slightly: "It seems that you have an extraordinary life experience, and I sincerely hope that you can find the 'thing' you want in Tarrond."

Then she paused, and her smile became professional: "Now there is one last step - after filling out the form, please pay a fee of sixteen fenars, which includes your registration fee and the cost of the adventurer certificate And the basic guide service after you arrive in Tarrond. As for the round-trip cost to Tarrond, the dragon council will bear it. In addition, after arriving at the destination, the council will also provide you with basic camps and early Supplies, as for how to start an epic adventure on that piece of land in the future, it depends on your own efforts."

The old mage Mordir laughed, took out two brand new banknotes and a shiny coin from his pocket, and asked curiously as he passed the window: "I'm a little surprised at this time—my form There are so many blanks in the sky, but it can really pass? Is it possible that your recruiting criteria for adventurers only needs to have a name?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, with an embarrassed expression on her face. She lowered her head to accept the money and twitched her mouth: "This... Actually, there are still certain review standards, but the conditions are indeed relatively loose. After all, this is the early stage of development..."

The young girl from the Dragon Race felt a little hot-skinned. As a young dragon who had lived in the dragon kingdom since she was a child, she was obviously not as strong-skinned as some of her predecessors who often wandered in the human world. Some things were hard for her to say: Tower There is a severe shortage of people in Elrond. Of course, the more adventurers who can help clean up the polluted area, the better. In fact, let alone adventurers who can write their names at this stage, even those who cannot read and write come here to register. Those with healthy limbs can pass the "audit"...

As for whether such a large number of good and bad adventurers will have order problems after they arrive on the Tarrond continent... the experienced old dragons don't seem to be worried about this.

The girl lowered her head and was busy while thinking wildly, without any delay in her work - she took out a thin plate made of Mithril alloy from the small drawer next to her, and etched the word "Adventurer" on it with ease using a small machine. Dill's name and a serial number were engraved on the back with the corresponding occupation and a random place of birth. This was an extremely simple job, but the girl was completely immersed in it, and every movement was meticulous, as if she was enjoying it immensely. This "something to do" moment.

Although her job content is just to hand over some forms and make some nameplates.

"By the way," the girl raised her head suddenly, she glanced at the form next to her, and then looked at Mordir, "You only filled in your occupation as mage/alchemist, but did not fill in your occupation level, may I ask you What is your mage level?"

Hearing the inquiry from the opposite side, Modil seemed to be confused again suddenly. He raised his hand and casually summoned a magic ball, and then frowned while controlling the rotation of the magic ball: "I don't remember that I have ever joined Any mage organization, I don't remember anyone who has rated my mage level, and I have forgotten how many of my spells were learned, releasing them all depends on instinct..."

"Then... how should I make your identity information?" The girl became embarrassed, "This one is more important, it involves the assignment of your tasks, at least you need to fill in a level."

Modir waved his hand to disperse the magic ball, and looked at the opposite side of the window seriously: "Very strong."

registrar:"??"

"You just need to be very strong," the old mage said seriously, "I believe you don't really care about this, do you?"

"This...well, 'very strong' does not meet the specifications, but I can make a note for you to be determined," the girl twitched helplessly, lowered her head and quickly completed the follow-up production and registration process, and then sent a Only an inch-long metal tag and a palm-sized leather booklet were handed out of the window, "This is your adventurer nameplate and manual, which includes your basic information and some guidelines for living in Tarrond. The thing is your pass over there, please keep it safe—if you lose it, please come here or the camp management department in Tarrond as soon as possible to get a replacement."

"Thank you," the old mage took the things in exchange for sixteen fenars, and asked casually, "Then when and where should I start?"

"You go to the port and wait. A convoy of supplies to Tarrond is loading at the pier. One of the ships is used for both passenger and cargo, named 'Mary on Ice'. It will set sail at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. There will be Many adventurers of the same period are on board with you. You can rest at the 'Dragon's Kiss' hotel near the port, where you can get free board and lodging with the nameplate and manual of the adventurer - valid until one day before the departure of the Ice Mary Hour."

"Precise time concept, I like this," Modil smiled, put away all his belongings, and took a step back, "Then goodbye, little girl."

"Good travels - wish you an adventure with no regrets."

...

"So, next, I just need to put my spirit into this weird hemisphere, resonate with the runes inside, and then I can enter that neural network?"

Amoen stared at a new device in front of him, and after observing it carefully for a long time, he finally couldn't help but speak to Mirmina beside him.

The Goddess of Magic, who was debugging the magic net terminal, turned her head from her concentration, looked at the "God of Nature" with some helplessness, and sighed: "So what were you thinking about when I taught you on both sides? Such a simple process requires Confirm again?"

"I just don't understand the principle of this thing... After all, it looks completely different from the 'immersion chamber' we have seen in advertisements before."

"Of course it's different, did you forget what the installers said? They're 'specially made' - from the overall structure to the way the nerve cords are attached, otherwise how big a 'immersion chamber' would be if you were my size ' to let us lie down?"

Amoen thought for a while, and said in a low voice: "What you said makes sense—but I still want to understand how this thing is connected to the magic net terminal..."

As he spoke, he continued to stare at the hemispherical device in front of him—it was smaller in size than the large magic net terminal, and its main structure was a hemispherical magic instrument with a diameter of about two or three meters. With the apex as the center, more than ten arc-shaped metal structures radiate to the surroundings. The structure is covered with runes and crystals, and artificial nerve cords like spines extend from the bottom of the hemisphere and connect to the edge of a disc-shaped base. , this device as a whole is next to the magic net terminal that belongs to him, and the two are connected by a rune drag chain.

At this moment, the device is in a standby state, and the interior of the hemispherical structure is quiet, only the runes and magic pulses on the surface are slowly surging like breathing.

This device was just transported to the Garden of Disobedience today, along with another identical device and a large magic net terminal, which Gawain Cecil promised to give to the Goddess of Magic .

It is said that this device can allow "gods" who do not have the neural structure of mortals to be connected to the neural network. What kind of direct connection technology of spiritual impulses is used... Amorn didn't understand this weird name, he only knew This technology was created by that mortal named Kamel - which is very reasonable, because that Kamel also has no body, he can only use mental power to interact with magical devices, which is different from Amorn or Mi Ermina was a little closer.

"If you plan to establish a connection after you understand the principle of this thing, then I can probably contact Gao Wen directly to bring it back." Mirmina finally finished debugging her equipment, and turned her head to see that Amoen was still there. Competing with that hemisphere, I finally couldn't help muttering, "You, a 'God of Nature' who has been separated from the mortal world for three thousand years and has never held magical powers before, why suddenly want to study the principles of magic devices so vigorously? Are you bored?"

"I just see how easy it is for you to use these things..."

"We're different, I'm smarter than you," Mirmina waved her hand, and the two magic net terminals and two hemispherical connecting devices started up, "Then let's make a final confirmation, do you still want to connect this thing? If you don’t connect with me, you will, and I won’t have time to take you with me then.”

"Repeatedly and again!" Amon said immediately, extending his spiritual power towards the silver-white hemisphere while speaking - he operated very cautiously, as if he was afraid that his mighty power would burn down the hemisphere accidentally. Exquisite and fragile "gadgets", but in the end, the crystallization of the wisdom of mortals resisted the spiritual contact of the gods, and the surface of the silver-white hemisphere quickly glowed with a layer of flowing shimmer that resembled substance, representing the hum of a successful connection Then the sound resounded from inside the sphere.

Amoen let his heart sink and his spirit opened up. This god of great power carefully restrained his mind, imagining that he was drilling into an "exquisite world" through the small hemisphere in front of him ", he felt that he seemed to be passing through a narrow tunnel, and some sense organs that did not belong to him but could be connected with him were trying to get close to him.

This is the product of the wisdom of mortals.

He hesitated for a second, choosing to trust these connections unconditionally.

In the next second, an unheard-of world opened up to him.

When the light and shadow were swaying and unstable, he heard a pleasant voice next to his ear:

"User 'High Speed ​​Buck' enters the neural network pre-connection area."