Slane Theocracy?
The black-robed youth and the blue-robed mage youth both had slight changes in their expressions, looking at Nolan in surprise.
As the strongest nation among all human countries, and one that had a very deep origin and connection with the legendary "Six Great Gods,"
the Slane Theocracy held a very special status and influence among the other nations!
"No, it's not."
Nolan was also a little surprised that the old man in front of him would mistake him for someone from the Slane Theocracy.
Upon hearing this reply,
the old man's stern, wrinkled face showed no change. His rough, grayish fingernail lightly tapped the paper on the counter.
"I'm already aware of what happened just now."
"Young man, since this paper was made by you, can you make another batch?"
The old man, with his somewhat cloudy yet bright, emotionless eyes, stared at Nolan and spoke.
"I can."
Nolan felt the profound aura emanating from the old man in front of him, a sharp glint flashed in the depths of his eyes, and he nodded.
The turn of events was somewhat unexpected,
but it made Nolan even more interested.
From the attitudes of the black-robed youth and the blue-robed mage, it was clear that this old man held a significant position in the Adventurers' Guild.
Furthermore, the feeling he gave Nolan was somewhat similar to his former grandmother, Lyra, suggesting he might be a magic caster capable of using Third Tier magic.
"Papermaking!"
As Nolan softly chanted,
the Second Tier "Papermaking" spell activated, and 700 sheets of snow-white, resilient paper quickly materialized in the air.
Whoosh~
A large quantity of paper floated down onto the counter, forming a stack.
"It's... it's real?" The black-robed youth looked at Nolan in disbelief.
The old man lowered his head, his eyes flickering as he reached out and randomly picked out two sheets of paper from the newly made batch to compare, then immediately repeated the action several times.
"Very good."
"Unexpectedly good."
A hint of a smile appeared on the old man's stern, unsmiling face:
"The magic distribution in each sheet of paper is remarkably even, with no defective products, making them directly usable as alchemical materials."
"This level of skill would still be considered excellent among my disciples."
At this point,
the wrinkles at the corners of the old man's eyes slightly relaxed: "To be able to refine the Second Tier 'Papermaking' to this level at such a young age is truly remarkable."
Hearing these unexpected praises, Nolan felt a little bewildered.
Could paper produced by Second Tier magic really have uneven magic distribution or be defective?
For him, he only needed to spend one skill point to raise such a life magic by one tier. When using it, Nolan felt no difference from a normal tier magic.
No, these were minor details.
The crucial point now was—
the attitudes displayed by the three people in front of him indicated that the preciousness of the Second Tier "Papermaking" far exceeded his initial imagination.
"Teacher, he only bought a magic scroll a month ago. It's impossible for him to have learned this 'Papermaking' spell and mastered it to the Second Tier level in such a short time. He must have some motive..."
The black-robed youth spoke quickly, his voice trembling slightly.
"Albert."
The old man coldly interrupted the black-robed youth, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes: "You still don't understand that the event itself isn't important."
"I've reminded you, the most important thing for a magic caster isn't effort, it's aptitude!"
"And currently, you haven't shown that aptitude."
The old man's cold and heartless voice rang out. He had already understood the situation clearly from the blue-robed mage youth.
He naturally didn't believe that Nolan could master Papermaking and cultivate it to the Second Tier just by using a magic scroll.
And at this particular time...
Whether it was a motive or a hidden agenda,
these were not important. What the old man truly cared about was the talent Nolan displayed at his age.
The black-robed Albert's face instantly turned pale, his lips trembling. He wanted to speak, but facing the old man's undisguised words, he ultimately said nothing.
"Young man, are you interested in becoming my disciple?"
The old man turned his head to look at Nolan.
The black-robed Albert's body went limp, a hint of despair already surfacing in his pupils.
Meanwhile, the blue-robed mage standing behind the old man suddenly widened his eyes, looking at the old man with surprise and concern.
"You are?"
Nolan's mouth twitched, his expression unreadable.
As soon as these words were spoken,
the blue-robed mage's emotions instantly became somewhat agitated: "Don't you know what you're saying? This is the Vice President of the 'Yggdrasil' Mages' Guild."
"He is also one of only three individuals in the entire 'Re-Estize Kingdom' capable of crafting Third Tier magic scrolls—Master Beroray Vanov Grigori Botkin!"
This long and unapproachable name...
made Nolan recall the person the middle-aged man in the Adventurers' Guild had mentioned, and his heart suddenly jolted.
"Heh haha."
Master Beroray looked carefully at Nolan, realizing that the other party indeed didn't know him, and the somewhat stiff smile on his face relaxed a bit.
"You can forget the 'Master' title; I know my own limits," Master Beroray shook his head.
"Are you interested in coming with me?"
Master Beroray looked at Nolan with some anticipation.
A magic caster capable of using Third Tier magic was already considered an elite and a top performer among human spellcasters.
If Nolan remembered correctly, the President of this Mages' Guild, Theo Raksheer, was also only a Third Tier magic caster.
This was the Mages' Guild; the danger should not be high. As long as it wasn't a caster capable of using Fourth Tier magic, it wouldn't pose a threat to him.
Moreover—
A master of magic scroll crafting?
Completely unexpected!
Previously, being able to gain an alchemist and a potion master from Enri was already the biggest gain for him recently. In Nolan's estimation, these auxiliary abilities could mostly only be acquired later on.
With such an opportunity presented before him,
Nolan had no reason to refuse. He turned to instruct the Imp Hound at his feet to wait outside, then followed Master Beroray upstairs.
Unlike the somewhat deserted environment of the Mages' Guild's first floor,
upon ascending the stairs to the second floor,
one could immediately see many magic casters wearing various styles of magic robes or simple attire, moving back and forth.
However, the overall number still couldn't compare to the Adventurers' Guild.
When these people saw Master Beroray ascending the stairs, they quickly stopped and bowed respectfully, while also looking with curious eyes at the unfamiliar figure following behind him.
Master Beroray led Nolan through a long corridor to the staircase on the opposite side, but this time they didn't go up; instead, they went down.
They entered the other side of the Mages' Guild's first floor.
A faint, slightly fishy smell, mixed with various strange, not necessarily unpleasant, peculiar odors, permeated the entire air.
The first thing that caught Nolan's eye was more than a dozen spellcasters busy with their respective tasks.
Almost simultaneously,
Buzz—
'First Tier magic "Melt" discovered. Requires casting level 1-7. Current conditions met. Do you wish to spend 1 skill point to learn?'
'First Tier magic "Detect Direction" discovered. Requires casting level 1-7. Current conditions met. Do you wish to spend 1 skill point to learn?'