Endless Oceans, Solal Islands, Branch of the Magical Council.
Although the shadow of the mid-level magician's head blowing up in public had not yet been completely erased from Black's mind, nothing could stop him from listening to the "Voice of Mysteries" and "The World is Real", a form of entertainment that swept the archipelago more than banquets and balls.
"Good evening everyone, this is a weekly news recap from Alinge, and I'm your old friend lark."
Listening to this crisp and calm voice every night, Blake felt like a real friend, a friend who could listen to her in the dead of night, a friend who had never met but felt familiar.
The "lark" revisited the big news one by one, and Blake listened intently, sometimes rejoicing at the progress of arcane research, sometimes worrying about the cloudy situation in Holm.
"In the past few days, there has been an unprecedented craze in Alinge, and I don't know how many apprentices and magicians have submitted their resumes to the Atomic Research Institute and flocked to the eighteenth floor of the Alinge Magic Tower to participate in written exams and interviews.
According to an insider's description, the vicinity of the Atomic Research Institute was crowded with people in those days, like wave after wave of the ocean, such a pomp and circumstance that she had only seen when the Grand Arcanists participated in an arcane conference, and they completely blocked the nearby passage. ” There was a hint of a smile in the cold voice of the "lark", especially when it came to the "insider".
"What kind of resume written test, and interview," Blake muttered to himself a little dazedly, but the words "Atomic Research Institute" aroused his strong interest, it should be Mr.
Lucian Evans's Atomic Research Institute, could it be that he proposed some theoretical system that changed the times, with the participation of apprentices and magicians, it should be something else.
"Lark" continued: "Many of you who are not in Alinge should not know what happened, so I will briefly recap the matter, on the third day of July, the Atomic Research Institute announced an apprenticeship recruitment mission, preparing to hire ten apprentice-level assistants to assist the Arcanists in the Institute in their experiments. ” "Strangely, the Atomic Research Institute uses a very special method of recruitment, which requires a resume form with your name, age, faction, magic school evaluation results and your own magic image, and then they select some outstanding candidates to participate in the interview."
Blake couldn't hear what the lark was talking about next, his brain was buzzing, and the sentences such as "Atomic Research Institute" and "preparing to hire ten apprentice-level assistants" seemed to turn into a stormy wave, constantly pounding into his mind.
"The Atomic Research Institute will be short of apprentice-level assistants" "If I can enter the Atomic Research Institute and participate in the cutting-edge research in the microscopic field, it may not be long before I can raise both the arcane and magic levels to the intermediate level."
"It's over, it's over, their interviews should be over" In Blake's opinion, if the Atomic Research Institute wants an apprentice-level assistant, a queue around Alinge can be immediately discharged outside the door, of course, the reality is also the same, but according to his thoughts, shouldn't the elite apprentices be directly recommended by the magic school, or take care of the juniors of the familiar high-level mages They actually publicly announced the task "It is rumored that Mr.
Lucian Evans is a gentleman with an honest surname and a rigorous arcane attitude, and this should be his idea, to choose the best fairly, openly, and impartially" Many magic apprentices who are not outstanding in the school will have better arcane and magical abilities than those elite apprentices due to various circumstances, but because of the difference at the beginning, it is difficult to catch up in the level and get more opportunities.
"That's the disadvantage of staying away from Alinge, a lot of things are only found out after the statute of limitations, it's really frustrating" Blake sighed under his breath, then gathered his attention and listened to the voice of the lark again.
"It is understood that more than 500 apprentices submitted their resumes on the same day, and nearly 80 formal magicians and middle-level magicians are willing to join the Atomic Research Institute as apprentices."
Blake snorted without joy, he thought the same when he heard the news just now, and planned to give up the treatment of a formal magician and join as an apprentice, even if it was a chore.
I heard that Mr.
Evans holds a regular discussion meeting once a month, and even if he observes, it will be very rewarding.
"At present, the first round of resume screening, written examination and interview of the Atomic Research Institute has ended, Mr.
Lucien Evans has not participated, the whole process is in charge of Mr.
Jerome and Mr.
Roque, according to them, twenty-five qualified candidates have been selected, and after the second round of recruitment, the final general interview will be conducted together, and Mr.
Evans will be personally responsible for it at that time."
First, in the second round, Blake almost jumped, so there is still a chance "Lark" Qingyue's voice came to his ears: "Here, I would like to remind the members of all branches and local magic organizations outside Alinge, today is the eighth day of July, at six o'clock in the evening of July 10th, the submission of resumes will be closed, and the second round of written exams will start on July 12, if you are interested, please seize the time to come to Alinge." ” "You are all members of the Magical Council, and the Council and the Atomic Institute will treat you equally.
This second round of solicitation was actually specially added for you by Mr.
Evans, and he said that you must not make magicians and apprentices outside of Alinge feel abandoned. ” The corners of his eyes were slightly sour, and Blake was quite moved, the magicians and apprentices in Alinge would never feel the pain that seemed to be forgotten by the council, why "Voice of Mysteries" and "World Reality" can become popular entertainment on the island, in addition to learning a lot from them and grasping the latest research trends, it also provides a link between Alinge and the archipelago: "Thank you, Mr.
Evans, thank you to the council" "You can ask your friends in Alinge to help fill out and submit your resume, I think all branches and local organizations should have electromagnetic communication arrangements, if you don't have friends in Alinge, you can directly contact the council mission area, this is their contact method, everyone wait for the written test invitation before leaving, don't let the operation of the branch and organization be paralyzed" At this time, the voice of the "lark" was so beautiful in Blake's ears.
Swallowing back his excitement and listening to the "World Real" channel, Blake waited anxiously for dawn, waiting for Alinge time to reach nine o'clock in the morning.
After the sun was shining, Blake hurried to the branch magic tower to prepare to use the electromagnetic communication device, and was surprised to see a long line.
"It's such a hot scene."
The sight made an indelible impression on Blake, who waited until the afternoon to gain access to it.
Blake originally wanted to contact the person in charge of the mission area directly, but suddenly a haunting figure appeared in his heart, so the ghost changed the contact person by mistake.
"Hey, who's who" a very ordinary female voice came.
Blake took a deep breath and said, "It's me, Blake."
Ophelia, are you okay?"
"It's okay, it's okay," Ophelia asked.
Blake pondered his tone and said, "Isn't it only two or three hours for you to get to Alinge in Payforsshire?"
"If you take the magic steam train, it will only take two hours and forty minutes, Blake, you want me to fill out and submit your resume for you," Ophelia said with a smile in her voice.
Blake was surprised: "How do you know" "Because I'm on the magic steam train to Alinge, also for the Atomic Institute."
Ophelia chuckled.
Blake scratched his head: "Then please help out." ” "Okay."
After Ophelia answered, the two fell into a brief silence.
Then, Blake couldn't help but ask, "Don't you worry about encountering that kind of thing again?"
Ophelia is from a magical family and has inherited a large fortune, so she can use electromagnetic communication items as a second-ring magician, but such a net worth, such strength, and outstanding appearance have become the object of covetment of some middle- and high-level magicians with bad conduct, but her surname is Ge Ganglie, and she refused the exchange of those people and returned to Pefors County, where her hometown is located.
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Ophelia smiled: "If you encounter it, give up if it's a big deal, it's not that I can't experiment by myself after leaving the Atomic Research Institute, and Mr.
Evans is an honest gentleman who has never had scandals, and I am very relieved of his character." ” Listening to the bland but determined words of his crush, Blake smiled on his face, this is the Ophelia he has always loved.
Every time she thinks about it, her face is blurry, but her bright eyes with a smile but determination are very clear.
"I wish you success."
Blake said sincerely.
Ophelia smiled, "I wish you success too." ” In the Atomic Institute, Lucien and several students discussed some problems with superconductivity, and then saw Roque staggering in, his face pale, as if he was about to fall.
"Mr.
Roque, what's wrong," Annick asked with concern.
Roque said sadly: "I'm dying, I'm in charge of reviewing resumes, written exams, interviews, all of which I have to complete, and I have to complete my own experiments and magic constructions, I feel like I'm about to go to the grave, and all the faces in front of me Jerome, that bastard knows to sneak back to accompany Vera" "It's something you're happy to do, and you can't blame anyone else."
Lucien gloated, then handed over the experiment arrangements to Katrina and Reilia, and walked over Roque to the magic tower at a leisurely pace, after all, some experiments were not suitable for doing in front of everyone at the Atomic Research Institute.
"Sir, today's Holm Weekly."
No sooner had Lucien said hello to Pinocchio than Leo handed over the newspaper.
Lucien took a look, and the front page headline was Her Majesty's appointment of a new royal archbishop.
Bowing slightly, Lucien was not surprised, this matter, Natasha had mentioned it to herself on the phone the night before, she admired Richard's Reformation program, but thought that it should be cautious, it was something that would cause the church to go crazy.
"Salde actually approved Natasha's request without hindrance, is his purpose really that simple" Lucien walked to the study with the newspaper.
At this time, Pinocchio said in a loud voice: "Master, there is a guest who has come to visit, called Arthur Doyle." ” Its voice echoed through the tower.
Puzzled by what could be something, Lucien asked Pinocchio to let Arthur in, and then saw the round fat man approaching with a flattering face: "Lucian, here's an invitation."
The Duke of James will be holding a party tomorrow at his private estate, and I hope you will attend, when Her Majesty will come to visit his estate. ” After the death of Prince Patrick, the fat man seemed to have lost his backbone, and he was terrified all day long, trying to get close to Duke James, but Natasha ascended the throne, especially after she celebrated Lucian's birthday, Arthur was rejuvenated and energetic, and walked on his toes, but when he saw Lucian, he couldn't help but be half shorter.
This is to create an opportunity for us to meet, Lucien's mood suddenly became very good, although he couldn't do anything surrounded by nobles, but it was good just to meet.
So, Lucien nodded in agreement.
It was dark at night, in an intimate villa.
The Duke of York looked at Earl Baladei and said with a gloomy face: "Her Majesty is going to visit James's manor tomorrow, how did you say last time?"
"There should be hope."
Count ElBaradei replied vaguely
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