Mil quickly regretted it under the shocked gazes of those around him.
Even with a mask on, the feeling of being the focus of the crowd's attention still made Mil somewhat wary.
Sibyl Magic Academy was a top-tier noble academy, while the adventurers here were, without exception, from humble backgrounds…
Oak barrels were stacked like towers in the corner, and sparks from the fireplace landed on a Dwarf Warrior's bushy beard, only to be casually flicked away by rough fingers.
Receptionist Miss, shedding her previous languid attitude, revealed eight pearly white teeth with a standard smile:
"Hello, Mr. Just, let me verify your information. You are a Wind Element Magician, correct? Good. Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Single."
What does Mil's engagement have to do with me, Juste?
"That's good… I mean, do you have a team you've arranged to join?"
"Not for now. I just want to register an identity first. If I see any investigation tasks I like, I'll hire mercenaries anyway."
After Mil finished speaking, Receptionist Miss nodded seriously and began to fill out the registration.
At this moment, the mercenary groups and investigation teams behind them had already started to gather around:
"Yo! Little Master, coming alone? We're a Tier 1 elite squad! Want to grab a drink?"
"Handsome! Free tonight?"
"Sir, our team just kicked out a good-for-nothing. If you're interested, we can chat!"
Mil looked back and assessed the crowd. He estimated that no one was stronger than Tier 3. He curled his lips into a cold smile and said:
"Why don't you all fight? Show off your strength?"
Although this was a joke, everyone seemed genuinely eager to try.
Just then, a sharp female voice suddenly came from upstairs:
"Inciting a fight will lead to expulsion from the Association."
The voice was not loud, but it cut through the clamor.
The wooden stairs creaked, and everyone turned to see a young woman in short boots and a black silk hip-hugging skirt slowly descending the stairs.
She had an dark red Atla jacket draped over her shoulders, and underneath she wore… or rather, was wrapped in… a white bandage tube top.
Her long black hair was as smooth as flowing water under the light, and a pair of beast ears on her head were particularly striking, glowing with a brown luster in the halo of the kerosene lamp.
And her pale golden eyes, as they swept over Mil, seemed to pierce his soul.
Beneath her clothes, her slender fingers were visible, one hooked around a beast-claw-shaped dagger, gleaming with a cold light.
Seeing this figure, the crowd surrounding Mil wisely retreated. The mercenaries shrank back into their booths like a receding tide, copper coins clinking on the gambling tables.
"Miss Alesia, why have you come down?"
Receptionist Miss immediately panicked, lifting the tabletop and rushing out from behind it in a hurry.
The crowd also cleared a path. Alesia said nothing and walked straight to Mil.
She picked up his adventurer application form and glanced at it:
"Juste Du It? Your name is really fake enough. If you don't want to use your real name, you can just give a code name."
"This is my code name."
Mil smiled, looking the young woman up and down…
Her height was almost equal to his, her figure was slender and agile, and her eyes were calm.
Alesia smiled faintly:
"Heh… an interesting person. The VIP room is empty, come upstairs with me! We still need to do a strength assessment."
After speaking, she waved her hand and turned to walk upstairs.
Mil and Receptionist Miss exchanged a glance, then he politely nodded to the group of people from before, and followed her up the stairs.
Alesia led Mil to the training ground on the outdoor balcony. It was a very large and spacious area, with sand and gravel covering the ground, shimmering like silver frost under the moonlight. A few wooden dummies stood in the distance:
"Pick any three dummies and test your strength first."
Seeing her cold demeanor, Mil didn't say much. He raised a finger and gently flicked it…
Three wind blades flew out, directly shattering the wooden dummies.
Alesia was silent for a moment before speaking:
"The control of a Tier 2 Magician, using Tier 1 Wind Magic across attributes, but you want to fill out the form as a Magic Apprentice? A Black Magician?"
Mil gasped sharply, his toes nearly digging through the soles of his shoes…
He looked the young woman up and down again. She didn't look very old, probably around seventeen or eighteen, but her strength was likely far above his own.
Alesia crossed her arms over her chest, her expression unusually calm:
"Don't worry, this isn't uncommon at the Adventurers' Association. Let's go… we can talk inside."
After speaking, she beckoned again and walked deeper into the attic.
Entering the VIP room, the decor was exquisite, with velvet drapes hanging low. The Adventurers' Association emblem hung in the center, flanked by two rows of long sofas, a coffee table, and Ceylon black tea, its golden rim reflecting in the bone china cups.
"Have a seat."
After saying that, Alesia poured two cups of tea, placed them on the table, and sat opposite Mil, crossing her legs, her black stockings stretching smoothly across the sofa surface:
"Let me introduce myself first. I am Alesia Di Malarasta. My descendant is the chairman of the Atla Continent Adventurers' Association."
"Descendant? How old are you this year?"
Mil's expression was surprised, and Alesia hesitated for a moment before saying:
"1042 years old… I guess?"
"How much?"
Mil's eyes suddenly widened. In his impression, besides elves, other races shouldn't live that long?
Alesia coughed lightly and explained:
"During the Holy War a thousand years ago, I served as the Elven Queen's guard. I was too close to her at the time, and I was only freed from the crystal twenty years ago."
After speaking, she looked up at Mil and added:
"You should know about the City of Time, right?"
Mil then remembered that the Elven Queen she mentioned was probably the one who cast the time-stopping spell.
Not long ago, in the Harbor Merchant Capital, he had even rescued that queen's crystal.
But Mil looked at Alesia's apparent age, which at most wouldn't exceed 25, yet she was only freed 20 years ago…
He did some mental calculations and felt that it didn't add up:
"…How old were you when you were sealed?"
"18… Excluding the time I was sealed, I'm over thirty now, but due to the side effects of magic, my physical condition is a bit special."
As she spoke, Alesia lowered her head, her eyes a little melancholic.
Actually, Mil already had a rough idea of Alesia's identity—
She should be the Orc hero unit, the Wolf Clan Assassin Alesia.
The Orc faction was not considered hostile, relatively neutral, and it mainly depended on whether they could be won over.
Moreover, she also knew the chairman of the Adventurers' Association, which meant she could obtain intelligence from the entire continent. This was quite a valuable connection.
Mil nodded with interest, smiling apologetically:
"Your story is truly legendary, but seeing my magic tier at a glance still startled me."
"Hmm, I'm naturally quite sensitive to these things, and having been on battlefields for so long, it's not hard to see through some tricks."
"I see."
Mil nodded somewhat guiltily…