Chapter 1134： To the new world

The old man filled in his name very smoothly in the form, in a font that looked as elegant and concise as an art to the young registrar. After receiving the form, the girl couldn't help but start to doubt herself. Judging by the judgement, an "old man who is not so clear-headed" can really write this good hand?

Of course, the girl is not a professional doctor or a druid. She herself knows this very well. She can't judge anything based on the font, but this brief suspicion still made her look at the old man curiously, and then couldn't help it. Asked: "May I ask, what is your purpose in going to Tarrond? I mean... you don't seem young anymore. It's a very risky thing to join the pioneer group."

"Go to a strange land, witness some strange things, do something thrilling and may be of benefit to many people. Now all of the above can be done by filling out a form. Does this need more reasons? "The old man looked at the young girl with a look of ignorant juniors, "And that's Tarrond! Any sane adventurer will seize this opportunity tightly, it may only be once in a lifetime! "

"This... what you said also makes sense," the registrar said, as if shocked by the old man's enthusiasm, and said in a vain tone. At the same time, he even more doubted his speculation about the old man's "illness"-this seems true Is he a passionate, sane adventurer, and full of yearning for Talrond?

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 the careless adventurers. , But the old man in front of him is most likely an extraordinary wizard with a good education, so the term "adventurer" is most likely to carry the title of pride.

But is there a famous adventurer named "Modil" in the human world? The young registrar was a little unsure, after all, she still lacked understanding of the continent—just a few weeks ago, she was hunting seals in the distant Tarrond.

The old mage named Modil obviously did not see 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 softly to himself. "Actually, there is another reason why I went to Tarrond... Girl, maybe you feel weird if I say it, but it is a feeling, a feeling as if... Destiny guides you, can you understand?"

"The feeling of destiny?" The registrar opened his eyes a little unexpectedly, but then he smiled clearly and nodded, "Of course, I don't feel weird--you look like a knowledgeable wizard, a powerful wizard. We can indeed feel destiny and the future occasionally. This is the power that the transcendent should have-but your destiny guide will point to Tarrond, which is indeed a bit strange..."

"No, girl, I am afraid that the'fate guide' I said is not like that. I can feel it myself-it has nothing to do with the abilities of supernatural beings. It comes from deeper in my heart and points to something that I have forgotten... It’s as if I’ve been to that place before, and then I’ve lost something there, and now I’m going to get it back..." Modil whispered, and at this moment he seemed to have truly become a twilight. The old man in, is recalling some past that is not clear to himself, "I have many things that I can't remember, many, many things, but sometimes..."

He stopped suddenly, as if awakened from some kind of drunkenness, an embarrassing expression appeared on his face, he looked at the young girl across the window, couldn't help but smiled, and opened his hands: "Sorry, old man That’s it, it’s easy to sigh inexplicably, 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 impatience on her face-communicating with every human being here is an incredible new experience for her. This old mage gave her a feeling even more different from other adventurers who came to register.

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

Then she paused, and her smile became professional: "Now there is the last step-after filling out the form, please pay the 16 fee for the processing fee, which includes your registration fee and the cost of the adventurer's certificate. As well as the basic guide service after you arrive in Tarrond, the round-trip cost to Tarrond will be borne by the dragon jury. In addition, after the destination, the jury will also provide you with basic camps and early Supply, as for how to embark on an epic adventure on that land in the future, it depends on your own efforts."

The old mage Modil laughed, took out two brand-new banknotes and a shiny coin from his pocket, and asked curiously as he passed the window, "I was a little surprised at this time—my form. There are so many blanks in the sky, and it can really pass? Is it possible that your criteria for recruiting adventurers is just a name?"

The girl was taken aback, her expression was a bit awkward, and she tugged at the corners of her mouth as she lowered her head to receive the money: "This...in fact, there are certain audit standards, but the conditions are indeed relatively loose. After all, this is the early stage of development..."

The young dragon girl feels a little hot. As a young dragon who has lived in the dragon kingdom since she was a child, she is obviously not as strong as some of her predecessors who often wander in the human world. There are some things she can’t say: Tower Errond is very short of people. Of course, the more adventurers who can help clean up the contaminated area, the better. In fact, let alone the adventurers who can write names at this stage, even if they are illiterate, they come here to register. Anyone with healthy limbs in question can pass the "audit"...

As for whether such a large number of adventurers with mixed good and bad will have order problems after arriving on the continent of Tarrond... the experienced elderly dragons don't seem to worry about this.

The girl lowered her head and was busy thinking wildly, without any delay in her work-she took out a thin plate made of Mythril alloy from the small drawer next to it, and used a small machine to etch the "Adventurer" Mo Deere’s name and a serial number, and the corresponding occupation and a place of birth randomly filled in on the back. This is an extremely simple job, but the girl is completely immersed in it, and every action is meticulous, as if she is enjoying it. This "something to do" moment.

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

"That's right," the girl suddenly raised her head. She glanced at the form next to Modil, "You only fill in your profession as a mage/alchemist, but not your profession level. May I ask you What is his mage level?"

Hearing the opposite question, Modil seemed to be confused again. He raised his hand and summoned a magic ball casually, and then frowned while controlling the rotation of the ball: "I don't even remember that I joined Any mage organization does not remember anyone who rated their mage level, and I have forgotten how I learned many spells, and releasing them is all instinct..."

"Then... how should I make your identity information?" The girl was embarrassed. "This item is more important. It involves the assignment of your tasks. You must fill in at least a level."

Modil waved to disperse the ball, and looked at the opposite side of the window with a serious face: "Very strong."

registrar:"??"

"You can fill in very strong," the old mage said seriously, "I believe you don't really care about this, do you?"

"This... well,'very strong' is not in compliance with the specification, but I can make a note for you to be determined," the girl pulled her mouth helplessly, bowed her head and quickly completed the subsequent production and registration process, and then put one Only an inch-long metal tag and a palm-sized leather booklet were handed out the window, "This is your adventurer nameplate and manual. The manual includes your basic information and some guidelines for life in Tarrond. The thing is your pass over there, please keep it in a safe place-if you lose it, please come here or the camp management department in Tarrond to reissue it as soon as possible."

"Thank you," the old mage took these things in exchange for sixteen fenals and asked casually, "then when and where do I start?"

"You go to the port and wait. A fleet of ships transporting supplies to Tarrond is loading at the dock. One of the ships is dual-purpose passenger and cargo, named'Mary on Ice'. It will sail at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning. Many adventurers of the same period will ride with you. You can rest at the "Dragon Kiss" hotel near the port. With the adventurer nameplate and manual, you can get free board and lodging there-valid until one day before the departure of the Mary on Ice hour."

"Accurate time concept, I like this," Modil smiled, put all his belongings away, and took a step back. "Goodbye then, little girl."

"A smooth journey-I wish you an adventure without regrets."

...

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

Amone fixed his eyes on a new device placed 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 Monet terminal, turned her head away from concentration, looked at the "God of Nature" somewhat helplessly, and sighed: "So what did you want to write 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 pod’ we’ve seen in commercials before."

"Of course it is different. Have you forgotten what the installer said? They are'special'-from the overall structure to the connection method of the nerve cable. Otherwise, with your body size, how big the'immersion cabin' 'Can we lie down?"

Amone 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 Monet terminal..."

While talking, he continued to stare at the hemispherical device in front of him-its size is smaller than that of the large magic net terminal. The main structure is a hemispherical magic instrument with a diameter of about two or three meters with a silver-white shell. With the apex as the center, more than ten arc-shaped metal structures are radiated around, with runes and crystals all over the structure, and an artificial nerve cord like a spine extends from the bottom of the hemisphere and connects to the edge of a disc-shaped base. , This device as a whole is next to his magic net terminal, and the two are connected by a rune drag chain.

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

This device was just shipped to the Rebellious Yard today. It was shipped with another set of exactly the same device and a large magic net terminal. It was something 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 mental impulse direct connection technology is used... Amorn doesn't understand this strange name, he only knows This technology was created by the mortal named Carmel-which is very reasonable, because that Carmel also has no body, he can only interact with magical devices with mental power, which is incompatible with Ammon or Mi Ermina was a little close.

"If you plan to establish a connection after understanding the principle of this thing, then I can probably contact Gawain directly to take the things back," Milmina finally finished debugging her device, turned her head to see that Amorn actually returned it. After fighting against that hemisphere, I finally couldn't help but mutter, "You, a'natural god' who has been out of the mortal world for three thousand years and has never held the authority of magic, why suddenly want to study the principles of magical devices so hard? Are you bored?"

"I just see you use these things so easily..."

"We are not the same, I am smarter than you," Milmina waved casually, and the two magic net terminals and two hemispherical connection devices were activated in response, "Then make a final confirmation, do you still want to connect this thing? You don’t connect with me, but you want to connect, and I won’t have time to take you anymore.

"Continuously!" Amone said immediately, and while speaking, he extended his mental power toward the silver-white hemisphere-he operated very cautiously, as if he was afraid that his powerful power would burn it 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 showed a layer of flowing gleam that resembled substance, representing the buzzing of successful connection Then the sound rang from inside the sphere.

Amone allowed his mind to sink and his spirit to open. This **** with immense power carefully converged his mind, imagining that he was entering a "delicate world" through the small hemisphere in front of him. "He felt as though he was passing through a narrow tunnel, and some senses that were not his but could be connected to him were trying to get closer to him.

This is the product of mortal wisdom.

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

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

When the light and shadow were shaking, he heard a sweet voice in his ear:

"The user'high-speed male deer' enters the neural network pre-connection area."