Mage Joan

Hailar's advice sounded the alarm for Joan.

Even if he was promoted to level 5 master before the deadline for application, it is not always possible to be admitted to the Olympic Law Institute of Meadgard University. The key point is that Joanne still lacks an impressive resume.

As a poor kid in the countryside, Joan cannot show his social status through wealth and connections. If he wants to impress the admissions officer of Meadgard University, as Hailar pointed out, it must be shown in the application resume It is the most convincing way to attach your own talent and attach an original spell.

Joan currently has nearly a hundred of 0~2 ring spells, which is already very knowledgeable in terms of his age and master level.

However, all these spells lacked originality, and he could not highlight the "mythical spells" he created. He could only manage to conduct in-depth research on the currently mastered spells and select one to optimize and improve.

Of course, it is not the kind of "improvement" of "demolition of the east wall to supplement the west wall". It must be integrated with real innovative thinking and must have certain practical value.

This matter is not so simple. Joan started from the 0th ring of spell catalogs and worked hard one by one to think hard, hoping to get innovative inspiration from these purely mastered spells.

"Creativity" is actually not that rare. Who wouldn't be whimsical? Joanne soon thought of no less than ten ideas for innovating the original spell. These ideas all looked interesting. The key question is whether it can be achieved?

Even if it is feasible, how much time and effort is required to transform a good idea into a perfect spell configuration?

If it takes too long to develop a new spell to complete it before March 1, it will be meaningless for Joan’s application.

After a long period of calculation and selection, Joan finally selected five alternative spells, including three 0-ring spells, two 1-ring spells, and a 2-ring spell.

In the next few days, he will also conduct a second round and even a third round of selection of these alternative spells, and finally determine a spell as a blueprint for improvement and innovation, and then devote all his energy to specialized research, and strive to complete before the deadline for application The development of new spells-success or failure, just bet on this hammer sale!

It was very late, and Joan yawned, temporarily suppressing his confused thoughts, and lay down on the bed, falling asleep.

When he woke up, it was just dawning, and Joan got up as usual to prepare the spell. Thinking of having been employed as a naval mage on a cargo ship, he specially prepared the spells most likely to come in handy during sailing, such as "wind-making", "cloud fog", and "pyrotechnics"-if temporarily needed other not prepared in advance He can also use "Sid Mana" and "Mythical Power" to cast spells.

Prepared to travel, Joanne went downstairs to the hotel lobby for breakfast. Not long afterwards, Hailar and Holden also yawned and went downstairs one after another. After meeting, the three of them said good morning to each other, and went to the pier after having breakfast in a hurry.

Joanne was originally worried that Captain McQuay refused to let his two new friends catch a ride. As a result, the communication was unexpectedly smooth this time. Captain McQuay heard that both of his friends were arcane spellcasters and immediately agreed to board them.

Afterwards, Joan thinks about it carefully. In fact, this is normal.

Hailar is an 8th-level "magic warrior", Holden is a 6th-level "troubadour", with two casters sitting in town, plus Joan himself, the "Mercury" is equivalent to having three "nautical mages" at the same time. The safety of this trip is more guaranteed.

Hailar and Holden didn't ask Captain McQuay for a commission, which was equivalent to his taking advantage of it, and how embarrassed to collect the boat tickets from the two.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the bells ringed on the ship, and the sailors all laid off their ropes, hurriedly untied the ropes, and raised their sails. The "Mercury" two-masted cargo ship pulled out the anchor and slowly sailed out of the port, carrying two hundred tons of concentrated syrup and A total of 91 crew members and passengers headed for a blue, vast sea, and formally embarked on a journey north.

When the sailing boat left the port, Joan saw a group of seagulls soaring behind the mast. One of the seagulls was wearing a sailor hat and a blue triangle scarf. It was Kate who greeted Hailar quickly.

"Sister Kate, thank you for sending me!" The female swordsman stood under the mast and looked up at the sky, waving again and again.

Kate swooped down with her wide wings and circled the top of Hailar's head twice, as if to send her a farewell blessing with this small ceremony, and then fluttered into the sky and flew into the depths of the white clouds.

When Joan saw Hailar standing on the deck, he bowed his head and sent Kate's figure away. There were tears looming in his eyes, and it was not difficult to guess her mood at this moment.

As a friend, Joan should say something comforting, but unfortunately he really didn't know what to say to be appropriate, so he quietly walked behind her and patted her on the shoulder.

Hailar shuddered slightly and wiped the corners of his eyes quickly, before turning back and showing a casual smile to him.

"nice weather."

"I hope this has always been the case."

Perhaps Joan’s expectation was conveyed to the ear of Niord, the “God of the Sea”. From the day "Mercury" left Freeport, the next four days the sea was breeze and the sun was beautiful, and the cargo ship moved along the coastline. Sailing from northeast to east, the journey is unstoppable

If the weather is still so good, Joan and they will be able to reach Midgard City at the latest tomorrow afternoon.

However, as everyone gradually became accustomed to a smooth journey, Joan was awakened by a piercing alarm bell just after falling asleep, suddenly turned up, and almost fell off a violently shaking hammock.

Joan's heart beat quickly, his forehead oozing with dense sweat, sitting in a swinging hammock for a few seconds before regaining his sense of reality, he quickly got up and put on his shoes, grabbed his coat and rushed out of the door.

Hailar and Holden also enjoyed the treatment of independent cabins. At this time, they were alarmed by the alarm and hurried out. Joan and the two met in the hallway of the living deck. They saw sailors running everywhere. There was a lot of chaos in the cabin, and immediately realized that something had happened. They quickly climbed the escalator to the open deck.

"Looking at this posture, either the seafarers were mutiny or the pirates were encountered." Holden whispered behind Joan.

"Don't talk badly!" Hailar turned back and gave him a hard look.

"Hey! Don't be so nervous, OK, I just made a reasonable guess based on what I observed. What's wrong?" Holden plausibly argued, "If I said that the ship might have touched the reef, the ship The goods and we all have to finish playing, that would be a bad word."

He didn’t explain. Fortunately, Hailar listened to his explanation and was almost blown away. If Joan was pulling, he would have to rush to beat him.

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