Trafficking

At the edge of the sea of clouds and the surface of the water, a white tower stood tall.

"That's the Sanctum!" Exclaimed Locke. In the morning, the grey-robed elder who had disappeared from Zeckerton Harbour reappeared today and said that he would arrive at the Sanctum at four in the afternoon.

Although it had only been ten days since they took off from Princeton, Locke felt like months had passed.

Life on the deck was too boring. The monotonous scenery had killed Locke's curiosity.

It would be fine if they were sailing on the surface of the water, where he could enjoy the sea breeze. However, if the floating ship accidentally fell, they would be smashed to pieces.

Until now, Locke still didn't know how high the floating ship was flying.

There were too few visible points of reference. The flying herons and other birds below the floating ship let Locke know that they were flying at a higher altitude than normal birds.

The grey-robed elder was right. At four in the afternoon, the floating ship arrived at its destination.

An island with a lush green forest appeared below the floating ship.

In the centre of the forest, the Sanctum, which was hundreds of metres tall, stood like a pillar supporting the sky.

Locke didn't know what kind of creatures lived in the forest outside the Sanctum, but it wasn't difficult for him to guess that there were at least high-ranked major monsters in the forest.

Even the Morphey Forest didn't give him such a strong sense of oppression.

Not long after, everyone recovered from the shock of the forest to the novelty of the Sanctum Academy.

If one had to point out the difference between the Sanctum Academy and the Imperial Academy, it would be that there was no excess space here. The cylindrical teaching building made full use of the space inside the Sanctum, and the translucent connecting corridors allowed the apprentices standing outside to clearly see the Sanctum Magicians walking inside.

The most eye-catching thing was the thousand-metre tall Sanctum Tower above the academy. When they looked up, they couldn't see the end of it.

"If you want to look around, there's plenty of time. Disembark now!" The grey-robed elder flew in the air and ordered everyone to disembark in an orderly manner.

Locke, Angelina and Daenie got off the floating ship at the same time.

"Finally, I don't have to endure that smell anymore," grumbled Locke. Before he could continue complaining, the grey-robed Lehrling called him over.

"That knight, come here for a moment!" The grey-robed old man smiled and called Locke over. Locke hated this expression of the grey-robed old man very much, because every time he saw it, nothing good would happen.

"What's the matter? Although he was unhappy, Locke didn't show it on his face and still asked respectfully.

"You've done well these past few days!" The grey-robed Magister praised him. "This is your reward!" He was paid one mid-level major monster core a day, which amounted to more than ten cores. The grey-robed elder handed it to Locke.

"Thank you, my lord!" He knew when to reject and when to accept. Most casters were stubborn, especially the elderly, and it was difficult to change their minds once they set their minds on something. Instead of being modest and pretentious, it was better to just accept the reward.

A dozen or so mid-grade cores were worth nearly two thousand gold moores, which was no small sum.

"Have you joined any organization?" The grey-robed elder asked casually.

"Uh, I joined the Hall of Knights." The Hall of Knights was one of the major organizations on Missia that existed alongside the Sanctum, so the grey-robed elder wasn't unfamiliar with it.

"I see." The grey-robed elder nodded. After a moment of thought, he said, "I have another job for you. Would you like to accept it?"

"Yes, my lord." Locke could tell that Grandmeisterin only cared about Angelina. She didn't care much for him as a knight, so he didn't dare to defy another Magister just because he had her backing.

"Slaves have been arriving from the three continents in the past six months. They'll be staying in the Sanctum for a week or two, and I happen to be in charge of one of them. However, I'm at a critical juncture in one of my experiments …" The old man didn't elaborate, but it was clear enough.

"Half a year …" Locke was speechless. He'd only be here for a month or two at most before he had to find a way to return to Aomar. How could he possibly be in charge of the slaves for half a year?

"But the Hall of Knights has issued a conscription order recently …" Locke said. He'd just joined the Hall of Knights, so his conscription order had to go through a certain process. However, that didn't mean he'd miss out on it.

No knight would refuse a compulsory enlistment mission. No knight would dare to. The disciplinary force of the Hall of Knights was not to be trifled with.

"Conscription order?" The grey-robed elder glared at him for a moment, then said with a relaxed expression, "It's fine. You can carry out that mission from the Sanctum anyway!"

Before Locke could ask for more details, the old man said, "You'll be working at the transfer area tomorrow. I've already settled the paperwork for you!"

Locke could only stretch out his hand and watch speechlessly as the old man sauntered towards the Sanctum.

"What's the matter?" Angelina asked with concern when he walked back to her.

"I might not be able to leave." Locke felt like he'd been kidnapped.

There were about fifty Lehrlings alighting from the floating ship. They didn't have to wait long before seven or eight seniors from the Sanctum led them in to complete the admission procedures.

"Which continent are you from?" asked a high-rank Lehrling who seemed to be the leader of the group.

"We're from the Aomar Empire's Royal Academy," answered a caster from the crowd.

"The Aomar Empire? That's Missia. Merlin, you happen to be from Missia. Bring your fellow countrymen to Lord Rador to get their identity badges. " The leader of the Magic Apprentices casually gave this job to a fatty standing beside him.

"Alright." The fatty nodded and said, "Come, everyone, follow me!"

The Sanctum gathered all the elite casters of the Three Western Isles. Less than two hundred people were admitted into the Sanctum every year, with each continent taking up around seventy spots.

Fifty of them were recruited based on their outstanding talent and strength, just like Angelina and the others. The other twenty were recruited through other channels.

For example, the Aomar royal family was given ten spots every year. There was no better place for the princes and princesses of the royal family than the Sanctum.

Apart from that, some hidden powerhouses and forces on the continent were also given one or two spots to recommend.

Every student who graduated from the Sanctum was at least one of the best high-rank Lehrlings.

As for mid-rank Lehrlings, if they didn't advance before they died, they might have to stay in the Sanctum for the rest of their lives.

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