With a soft click, the door ahead slowly opened.
Two wizards in gray robes silently stepped aside and waited. They seemed to have no intention of paying any attention to the many apprentices before them.
"Let's go in."
Looking around, Arthur spoke softly.
As the gray-robed wizards left, the apprentices exchanged glances, then moved forward and entered through the doorway.
Amid the flow of people, Arthur and the others drew no attention as they walked along with the crowd.
After they had gone some distance, sounds began to rise around them.
"We're here." A low murmur came from the crowd.
Stopping, Arthur looked ahead.
In the spacious camp, dozens of different outposts stood in neat rows. Each had its own style and design.
In front of the outposts were wooden signs bearing written descriptions of some kind.
The signs differed not only in appearance and shape; their writing also varied, with few bearing the same script.
"Anlura language, Xixigu language, Ancient Ao language..."
Arthur casually scanned the signs, spotting several different languages.
Although all of these were widely used common languages, they were also difficult to learn. Even a noble would be doing well to master one or two, let alone so many.
"This is something else." Arthur shook his head, at a loss for words.
Wizards were said to be scholars of great learning, but this situation seemed more like a deliberate attempt to make things difficult for apprentices like them.
Besides the written descriptions, the wooden signs also bore distinctive emblems representing their respective academies.
By now, Andrew and Sisti had already left Arthur's side to look for the outposts belonging to White Stone Tower and Chira House.
As the crowd gradually dispersed, Arthur started walking forward.
He passed one tent and cottage after another. Just as he