Chapter 628 Sudden Change at Sea

Hailar's advice sounded the alarm for Joan.

Even if one is promoted to a level 5 mage before the application deadline, one may not be able to be admitted to the Academy of Arcane Law of Midgard University. The key point is that Qiao An still lacks an impressive resume for applying for the exam.

As a poor country boy with no wealth and power, Joan can't show his social status through wealth and connections. If he wants to impress the admissions director of Midgard University, as Hailaer pointed out, he must show his social status in his resume. It is the most convincing way to add an original spell to your outstanding talent.

Joan currently masters nearly a hundred spells of level 0 to level 2. Considering his age and mage level, he is already very knowledgeable.

However, all these spells lack originality, and he can't reveal the "mythical spells" he created. He can only try to conduct in-depth research on the spells he currently masters, and pick one out for optimization and improvement.

Of course, it is not the kind of "improvement" of "tearing down the east wall to make up the west wall". It must incorporate real innovative thinking and have a certain practical value.

This matter is not as simple as it is said. Joan started from the 0-ring spell catalog and racked his brains one by one, hoping to get innovative inspiration from these spells that he had already mastered.

"Creativity" is actually not a rare thing, who wouldn't be whimsical? Joan quickly thought of no less than ten ideas for innovating the original spells. These ideas look very interesting, but the key question is can they be realized?

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

If it takes too long to develop a new spell and it cannot be completed before March 1, it will be meaningless for Joan's application for the exam.

After a long period of calculation and screening, Joan finally delineated five candidate spells, including two 0-level spells, two 1-level spells, and one 2-level spell.

In the next few days, he will conduct a second and even a third round of screening of these candidate spells, and finally determine a spell as a blueprint for improvement and innovation, and then devote all his energy to special research, and strive to complete it before the deadline for application The development of new spells - whether it succeeds or not, it's a bet on the hammer!

It was already very late, Joan yawned, temporarily suppressed his chaotic thoughts, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.

It was just dawn when he woke up, and Joan got up as usual to prepare for spells. Thinking of being hired as a nautical mage on a cargo ship, he specially prepared spells that are most likely to come in handy during the voyage, such as "Wind Wind", "Cloud Mist", and "Pyrotechnics"—if there is a temporary need, other spells that have not been prepared in advance He can also use "Sid's Mana" and "Mythical Power" to cast spells.

Getting ready for the trip, Joan went downstairs to the hotel lobby for breakfast. Not long after, Hailaer and Holden also went downstairs one after the other, yawning. The three of them said good morning to each other after meeting, and went to the pier together after a hasty breakfast.

Joan was worried that Captain McQuay would deny his two new friends a ride. As a result, the communication was unexpectedly smooth. Captain McQuay heard that the two friends were also arcane spellcasters, and immediately agreed with them to board the ship.

After Joan thought about it carefully, it was actually normal.

Hylar is a level 8 "magic warrior", Holden is a level 6 "bard", with two spellcasters sitting in command, plus Joan himself, the "Mercury" is equivalent to having three "navigation mages" at the same time, The safety of this trip is more guaranteed.

Hailar and Holden did not ask for commission from Captain McQuay, which meant that he took advantage of it, so how could they have the nerve to charge them for the boat ticket.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the bell rang on the ship, and the sailors took their positions. They hurriedly untied the cables and hoisted the sails. A total of ninety-one crew members and passengers sailed towards a blue and boundless sea, officially embarking on a journey northward.

When the sailboat left the port, Joan saw a group of seagulls soaring along the mast. One of the seagulls was wearing a sailor cap and a blue triangle scarf.

"Miss Kate, thank you for coming to see me off!" The female swordsman stood under the mast, looked up at the sky, and waved repeatedly.

Kate withdrew her broad wings and swooped down, circling twice around Hailar's head, as if sending her a farewell blessing with this small ceremony, and then flapped her wings soaring into the sky, flying deep into the white clouds.

Joan saw Hailaer standing on the deck, watching Kate's figure go away, with tears in her bright eyes, it is not difficult to guess how she is reluctant to say goodbye at this moment.

As a friend, Qiao An should say something comforting, but unfortunately he really didn't know what to say, so he silently walked behind her and patted her on the shoulder lightly.

Hailaer trembled slightly, quickly wiped the corners of his eyes, and then turned around, showing him a nonchalant smile.

"nice weather."

"May it always be that way."

Perhaps it was Joan's expectations that reached the ears of "God of the Sea" Niord. Counting from the day the "Mercury" left Freeport, the sea was sunny and windy for the next four days, and the cargo ship moved along the coastline. Sailing in the northeast, the journey was uneventful.

If the weather is still so good, Joan and the others will be able to arrive in Midgard tomorrow afternoon at the latest.

However, when everyone gradually got used to the smooth sailing journey, that night, just as Joan fell asleep, he was awakened by a harsh alarm bell, turned over suddenly, and almost fell off the violently shaking hammock.

Joan's heart was beating fast, and dense cold sweat oozed from his forehead. He sat on the swinging hammock in a daze 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 hatch.

Both Hailaer and Holden also enjoyed the treatment of independent cabins. At this time, they were also alarmed by the alarm and ran out in a hurry. Joan and the two met in the corridor of the living deck, saw sailors running everywhere, and the cabin was in chaos. He immediately realized that something was wrong, and quickly climbed up the escalator to the open deck.

"Look at this posture, either the sailors mutinied, or they encountered pirates." Holden whispered behind Joan.

"Stop talking bad words!" Hailaer turned around and gave him a hard look.

"Hey! Don't be so nervous, okay. I'm just making a reasonable guess based on what I've observed. What's wrong?" Holden argued eloquently, "If I say that the ship may have hit a rock, the ship's The goods and all of us have to finish playing, and that would be a bad word."

It’s fine if he doesn’t explain, but Hailaer was about to explode after hearing his explanation, if it wasn’t for Joan’s pull, he would have to rush up and beat him up.