Chapter 122 Ringing the Bell at the Faling Tower

   "Hey, Marta, have you noticed that the atmosphere in the hall today is a bit strange, as if everyone is very busy?"

  As soon as Tom came out of the toilet, he noticed the tense atmosphere in the hall.

  Marta was held back by him, and said without looking back: "There is a bell ringing ceremony today, of course everyone is very busy!"

   "The bell ringing ceremony?" Tom exclaimed, "Is there a new arcanist promoted? No wonder! By the way, do you know who the new arcanist is?"

"have no idea."

   "Okay, I'll ask someone else."

  Tom went to the front desk and found Alice at the registration window of the Arcane Master: "Hey, Alice, do you know who the new Arcane Master is?"

  Alice looked down on Tom, who was in charge of running errands, and responded indifferently: "I don't even know you if I tell you."

   "Good sister, just tell me." Tom had a flattering smile on his face.

  Alice only cared about sorting out the information on the table. Seeing that Tom was still flattering herself, she said, "Remember, this arcanist is Mr. Duke, young and handsome. If you want to curry favor with Mr. Duke, go in line!"

   "Mr. Duke?" Tom shook his head, not remembering hearing that name before.

  However, what Alice said about "queuing up to curry favor" hit his mind. The new Arcanist must need a group of people to serve him.

   "If I can curry favor with Mr. Duke, wouldn't it be better than running errands in the hall?" Thinking about it, Tom hurried to inquire about the bell-ringing ceremony, and was going to go over to do some work, seeking a chance to meet Mr. Duke, so that he could easily curry favor.

  At the same time, Ruixi, as an assistant, opened the door to the Meditation Office on the second floor, carrying an afternoon tea.

   "Mr. Wilgang, your afternoon tea is here."

   "Thanks, Mizuki."

  Will just signaled Ruixi to put the afternoon tea on the table, and he was busy arranging some newly collected materials: "Just now there is another spiritual apprentice who came to exchange meditation ideas. Please count the money in the account and hand it over to the Finance Department."

"OK."

   "The spiritual apprentices of these big families are simply indeterminate. They can change meditation methods at will with money, and they will not be successful in the future." Will just complained.

  Ruixi thought of something: "When I went to buy afternoon tea just now, I heard from someone that a new arcanist came to register today."

   "Really, has another arcane master been promoted, do you know what it is?"

   "I inquired about it, and I heard that it was a man named Duke, who was not from a noble family or a descendant of an arcanist, but came from the countryside."

   "Duke? From the country?" Will just asked curiously, "Which town?"

   "Snake Head Town seems to be."

   "Snake Head Town?" Will just had some impressions of Snake Head Town, "The Cuihai Valley development war has recently been launched there. Is this Duke a vassal of the Black Snake Family?"

"have no idea."

   "I always feel like I've heard this name before." Will just thought.

  He has been in charge of meditation methods. In the past ten years, most spiritual apprentices have obtained meditation methods from him.

  Because the probability of opening the spiritual sea is not high, there are not many spiritual apprentices who come to receive meditation ideas, and he has a vague impression of each of them.

  So he immediately said: "Ruixi, go and get the materials for the meditation method in recent years. I should have heard the name Duke recently, and I am a little familiar... Hey, I seem to remember, this Duke came to change the meditation method!"

  Ruixi brought over the information, and Will soon found Duke's information after checking it.

   "I came here last year, fifteen years old, and sixteen years old this year, with lower than average qualifications. I chose "White Paper Meditation Method" at first, and then changed to "Field Meditation Method"..." Ruixi looked at the information and couldn't help but exclaimed, "If you change the meditation method, you can still be promoted to an Arcane Master in one year. This Duke is definitely a genius Arcane Master!"

  Will just fell silent.

  He already fully remembered who Duke was. He had met Duke at the gate of Faling Pagoda back then, and he didn't think Duke had any extraordinary demeanor.

  Later, he remembered that he recommended the "Rock Meditation Method" to Duke, but Duke insisted on choosing the "White Paper Meditation Method".

   Not long after, Duke came over to replace "Field Meditation".

  At that time, he was very angry. He always felt that the current spiritual apprentices were not in a good mind, and he didn't choose the most suitable "Rock Meditation Method".

  I have to choose the simplest "White Paper Meditation Method", and wait until the "Blank Paper Meditation Method" is not suitable, and then choose the most difficult "Field Meditation Method". No matter how persuasive I am, I will not listen to it, but I will not choose the most suitable "Panshi Meditation Method".

  When Duke left, he asserted that this person would be a spiritual apprentice for the rest of his life.

   It's just never expected that Duke has successfully promoted to Arcane Master now. Looking at the information on the paper, Will Gang couldn't let go of it for a long time.

   After a while, he said, "Ruixi, go and ask Duke, who was promoted to an arcanist, how old he is this year."

"okay."

  Ruixi went out for a while, and came back soon: "I found out, sixteen years old, this is Duke, Maltese, they are in the hall of the arcanist, and they are receiving Mr....Mr. Duke. The bell ringing ceremony will start soon, shall we go to participate?"

  Will just frowned, not wanting to go.

   But in the end, he said: "Let's go, let everyone in the department know that we will also participate... Every Lord Arcane Master needs to be fully respected, and the Meditation Department cannot be absent from any bell-ringing ceremony."

   "Okay, Mr. Wilgang."

  …

  The entire Faling Pagoda was in full swing.

  The bell-ringing ceremony does not ring several times a year, which is a great event for any staff member to be happy about.

   There is no other reason.

   There is a rule in the Faling Pagoda. Every time the bell rings, everyone can get double the salary of the month.

  The people at the bottom do not have the ambition of a family and a world—they feel that the birth of an arcanist will make the country stronger.

   But getting an extra month's salary can make them cheer for several days, eager to give birth to more arcanists than anyone else.

  The bustling and busy Faling Pagoda, at five o'clock in the afternoon, ushered in the bell-ringing ceremony of the newly promoted 1st-ring Arcane Master Duke.

  The chief director Orucci rushed back to preside over the ceremony in person.

  The spiritual ladder only leads to the twenty-fifth floor, but the Faling Pagoda actually has twenty-six floors, and the highest floor can only be reached by climbing stairs.

   On this floor, there is a huge clock hanging.

  The whole body is made of spiritual gold, and the clock face is engraved with dense patterns. There is no doubt that this is a special spiritual weapon.

   At this time, Duke was standing in front of the big clock.

  Holding a special metal rod in his hand, he looked around with a smile on the surrounding staff. Marcius, Philibel, Bartello and other directors stood in front of the crowd.

  Oluqi, the chief director with a snow-white beard, said loudly: "Today, there is an additional person's name on the historical scroll of the Faling Pagoda. The supreme hall of the spiritual arcane field has a newcomer. Everything is a spiritual guide!"

  Oluqi looked at Duke, and his tone became gentle: "Next, let this newcomer in the field of spiritual arcana, Duke, ring the bell on the top of the Tower of Magic Spirit, and announce to the world that an outstanding arcane master has opened his legendary poem!"

   After finishing speaking, Orucci nodded at Duke.

  Duke nodded, took a deep breath, swung the metal rod in his hand vigorously, and struck the clock face of the big clock.

when!

  The low and long bells passed through the crowd and spread in all directions. The spiritual power bloomed from the densely packed lines, so that the bells not only did not attenuate, but became louder and louder in the process of spreading.

   um, um, um...

  The entire city of Shenjiao was enveloped by the sound of bells.

   After the third shift, ask for a monthly ticket~

  

  

  (end of this chapter)