Greetings, Mister Principal

The deluxe cabin of the Grecia was very luxurious. The huge space was completely exclusive to Reiner. It could also be said to be able to overlook the earth through the observation deck, which could be said to be a kind of enjoyment.

Unlike the expected turbulence, the airship was extremely smooth throughout its journey, as if crawling on a flat ground. It made Reiner wonder if it was the design of the special cabin or it was just like this.

It would take about half a day from Torrendo to Lake Wagner, so Reiner was able to enjoy a top-notch lunch. The fried beef ribs were tender and juicy, the creamy mushroom soup was rich in flavor, the bread was soft, and the vegetables were fresh. The memory of the previous owner of this body told him that it was on the same level of food at home.

After lunch, Reiner took a short nap. When he woke up, he read the latest news. And not long after that, he heard the Grecia blow its horn, indicating they were about to arrive at the port of Lake Wagner.

When Reiner got off the ship, he could feel the magical energy flowing in the air. He also discovered that many of the pedestrians passing by the port were mages wearing mage robes, and the gold stripes on their cuffs represented their ranks. Unlike the city Luna Nova Magical Academy was in, where seeing the first-ring mages on the street was a common occurrence, most of the mages here were the third-ring mages. Obviously, the invitation requirement of mercury balance was quite high.

"Are you here to try your luck too?"

Just after Reiner finished the procedures for deboarding, a man in a frock coat approached Reiner.

"Try my luck?"

Not knowing what the other party meant, Reiner was a little confused.

"Eh? I thought you came here to seek opportunities just like me."

The man smiled, not keeping it in mind, and then stretched out his hand, the gilded strip on the cuff was very conspicuous.

"My name is Peter and I have just been promoted to the first-ring mage."

"Hello, I'm Reiner."

Reiner politely responded. After thinking about it, he asked immediately.

"What do you mean by trying your luck just now?"

"Hey, let me tell you... hmm, let's find a bar and sit down first. After a while, when the regular airship from Rainbow Tower arrives, it will be difficult to find a seat there."

Peter said heartily and led Reiner into a lively bar, ordered two glasses of Butterbeer, and then spoke.

"Are you a mage apprentice?"

"Yes!"

Reiner has not taken the examination, nor has any spell model inscribed in his Heart Lake, so he was indeed a mage apprentice.

"At this time, there are only two kinds of mages who come to Lake Wagner. One is invited to participate in the annual academic conference of Mercury Balance, and the other is like me, hoping to be recognized by a high-level mage and become his student."

Peter explained patiently, and Reiner listened intently.

When graduating from a magic academy, apprentices generally had two choices. One was to participate in the assessment and strive to become a first-ring mage, and the other was to go home and inherit the family business. And after becoming a first-ring mage, they still needed to find a teacher as well.

They would go to various famous or ordinary middle-level mages with their scores, hoping to become their students. Due to the regulations of the high-level magic council, the middle-level mages must undertake the obligation of training new mages. Plus there were also abundant rewards for training a new mage, so most people were willing to have students.

Among them, some of their students were graduates from the magic academies they taught, and some graduated from other magic academies.

Peter graduated from the Wellington Magic Academy. This is a seventh-order magic school, which is slightly better than the Crescent Academy, but his school did not have a middle-level mage, so in order to advance, he must find a middle-level mage for guidance. Usually, this process would last for several months to several years, but there was another shortcut, and that was this annual meeting.

In this three-day annual meeting, most of the elite mages of Mercury Balance would visit Lake Wagner, which also gave the low-level mages the opportunity to contact these high-level mages.

Of course, for ordinary mages, no matter how many opportunities there were, it was futile. There were no more than five people who became the students of middle-level mages through this way every year, but people still didn't give up trying it.

Similarly, for other organizations, there were similar assemblies. According to Peter, what he was good at in the academy was alchemy and necromancy studies. Therefore, in addition to the annual meeting of the mercury balance, he would also attend the annual meeting of the necromantic organization of the Immortal Throne during the month of Starfall (October).

This sounded a bit like going to different job fairs back on earth. Reiner listened and thought. It seemed that even if one became a mage, one would still need to consider a lot of issues. The knowledge of the vast majority of mages in the world was still inherited by blood or by the apprentices of those mages. The magic academies were only used as basic education.

"So I thought you were trying your luck just like me. After all, the annual meeting will begin tomorrow. The high-level mages should be checking in tonight."

Peter shrugged and said. He also had some so-called predecessors' intel, such as which hotel a certain high-level mage liked to live in, which bar a certain high-level mage would go to at night. To Reiner, those predecessors sounded like paparazzi.

"Get out of my way! I can still drink!"

While the two were communicating, on the table next to them, an uncle with stubble broke the beer glass and shouted. He stood up, staggered around for two steps, and then fell in front of Reiner and Peter. Then he began to vomit.

"It stinks..."

Peter covered his nose and moved away hurriedly.

Reiner stood up and took a step back a little later.

The uncle was lying on the ground, looking totally wasted. The barkeeper picked up the broom and walked over.

"God damn it! If you want to vomit, do it outside! Also, you need to pay for it! "

He acted like he was about to beat the man, but Reiner reached out to block the barkeeper's broom and threw over a silver coin at the same time.

"This will cover it."

It was not that Reiner suddenly wanted to help this man. He just didn't want to see violence.

The uncle struggled to stand up, glanced at Reiner with turbid eyes, then threw him an odd-shaped coin and said in a vague tone.

"Thanks."

Then he squeezed out the crowd and left the bar.

"There are many people of this kind. Wagner is also a city after all. Some people don't have any ambitions, so they start to indulge in alcohol after making a little money. Especially in the past few days, there will be more beggars, and you will encounter them in the future."

Peter seemed to be used to it. He sniffed his clothes and confirmed that there was no peculiar smell. At the same time, he said to Reiner,

"I live in room 36 of the Black Crow Hotel next door. Tomorrow, except for waiting outside the annual meeting venue at the time it finishes, I should be in my room all the time. If you have nothing to do, you can come to me. We can discuss our magic knowledge and experience."