Mo Lin glanced at the little girl in front of him, and a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.

The little girl in front of him had messy hair with a big yellow bird on top of it, which looked very strange, but the aura she exuded was so strong that it made Morin a little awed. She was a third-level warlock, and definitely a powerful one among them.

"On the surface, she has the strength of level three, and she should be a warlock. Her bloodline is also extraordinary." Morin glanced at the big yellow bird on the little girl's hair.

The big yellow bird flapped its wings and made a series of cooing sounds.

“I’m dying, dying, dying, I’m dying, what are you yelling about, you stinky bird? Be quiet!”

The little girl Diana had a crazy expression on her face, as if she could do nothing about the big yellow bird above her head.

Not only did the big yellow bird not stop, it chirped even more happily.

Diana's face turned green.

"Line up properly and don't cut in line, got it?" Diana looked at Maureen with a wooden face, then she moved her body and disappeared on the spot like foam.

Morin didn't have any extra thoughts. He didn't want to cause trouble to attract attention, as that was not good. He followed the black-robed man in front of him and moved forward slowly.

Behind Morin, there were some more people coming, but they were very few, and it was obvious that Morin was one of the later ones.

After entering the castle, Morin saw the situation inside. The warlocks of the Silver Soul Hand were testing the wizards.

I saw wizards lifting up their black robes one by one, revealing faces that were some young and some old. Their strengths varied, some were level one and some were level two, but there were very few level three.

Of course, they are all warlocks, not wizards.

It is well known that the Gintama Hand is a warlock organization.

Everyone who wants to join the Gintama Hand has some very unique talents, either they are young, have unique bloodline, are very gifted, are geniuses, or like Morin showed, have obtained some tokens of the Gintama Hand.

After a while, we arrived in Morin.

"Name, strength, bloodline..." An old warlock wearing a silver robe and with white hair and beard looked at Morin and said this to Morin.

"Maureen Olson, bloodline of the Bassenth Shadow Serpent, third-level warlock."

Maureen said calmly.

"Third level warlock!"

The old warlock suddenly lost his voice.

This voice attracted a lot of attention, and everyone looked at Morin with surprise in their eyes.

It was no wonder that the old warlock and others were surprised. After all, a third-level warlock was only below the fourth-level true meaning. As long as he took one more step forward, he would reach the fourth-level true meaning!

"That's right." Morin slightly revealed his concealed and changed aura of a third-level wizard.

"Wait a moment."

The old silver-robed warlock confirmed the breath of Morin and his expression changed slightly. He took out a white lizard, whispered something to the white lizard, then opened his mouth and swallowed the white lizard in one gulp.

After a while, a faint figure appeared in the air.

The little girl Diana just now appeared in the air.

"What's the matter?" Diana's face looked relaxed, very happy and proud, while the big yellow bird above her head seemed listless, with its head drooping and a dejected look.

"Sir, we found a third-level warlock."

The old silver-robed warlock spoke respectfully to Diana.

"A third-level warlock?" Diana blinked and became a little interested. Then she turned her head and found Maureen next to her. She looked a little surprised, obviously not expecting Maureen to be a third-level warlock.

"Hey, you're hiding your aura pretty well."

It was a rare joke for Diana, but the expression on her face seemed a little solemn. After all, being able to hide his aura in front of her was not ordinary.

"I am the descendant of the Shadow Serpent, and hiding is my talent." Morin smiled and said so.

Diana's expression was noncommittal. She shouted, "Stinky bird, stinky bird, did you hear me? Stop pretending to be a grandson and look at this guy in front of you!"

"Gu."

The big yellow bird grunted in grievance, then reluctantly opened its eyes and looked at Morin.

In an instant, Morin felt that everything had changed. The big yellow bird's eyes were bright, with faint yellow light flowing in them. Morin felt his vision blurry and he felt dizzy, and he almost had hallucinations.

He felt a chill in his heart and used the powerful mental force in his spiritual sea to stabilize his mind. At the same time, he activated the Minai Totem to eliminate all negative influences.

A faint cold blue light flashed before Morin's eyes. Morin used the chip to retrieve the false information he had prepared before and fed it back to the big yellow bird.

Of course, on the surface, Maureen still looked drowsy.

When the big yellow bird turned its head and cooed at Diana, Maureen seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

"A kind of shadow snake bloodline, the Basent Shadow Snake. That's right. It should be a wild bloodline." Diana said as she listened, "It's a pity that this kind of shadow snake is only a third-level creature. Now you are already a third-level wizard. It's the end. It's difficult to advance."

"I want to try it."

Morin showed a difficult expression on his face. He forced a very forced smile and handed over the two things at the same time, saying, "These are my things."

Those two things were none other than the silver token and Chuck's letter of recommendation.

"Token? Letter of recommendation?" Diana raised her eyebrows like a little adult. She had a very special status in Gintama's hand, so she naturally recognized those two things easily.

She closed her eyes slightly, carefully feeling the message just conveyed by the big yellow bird.

"No problem, let him join."

Joanna waved her hand, moved her body, and disappeared into the air around her.

The old silver-robed sorcerer recorded Morin's information, and then had someone take Morin downstairs to rest in a small room next to it.

"Very good, nothing unexpected happened." Morin appeared calm on the surface, but he felt a little relaxed in his heart.

A third-level wizard with not much potential, in order to embark on a higher and farther road, made hard accumulation and exchange, and finally got the opportunity to join the Hand of Gintama. He wanted to join the Hand of Gintama to see if it is possible to break the shackles of blood.

This is a very reasonable explanation.

Everything was just as Maureen expected.

As for why he had to demonstrate the strength of the third level, it was very simple. If Morin wanted to access the third level knowledge and learn how to advance to the fourth level of truth and the dimensional gate, he needed the strength of the third level.

Want to get in touch with these things with the strength of level one or level two? Haha.

Is it possible? Morin sat in the small room, with a maid bringing him food and wine, as well as some entertainment, so he was not bored.

From time to time, other warlocks who had passed the assessment and inspection came in. The newcomers were talking in low voices, making the surroundings seem a bit lively.

Other people came over in the following days, but as time went on, fewer and fewer people came.

Finally, three days later, the warlocks of the Gintama Hand began to lead the newcomers forward and return to the Gintama Hand.

The Hand of Gintama was in the mist of a canyon, and the buildings inside were looming. Diana recited a witchcraft spell and led Maureen and the others in.

Someone took the warlocks downstairs to rest, and the next day, Morin and the others gathered together.

A middle-aged man with a hooked nose, a gloomy face, and wearing a silver robe, had a faint silver glow on his body. He was floating in the air, like the sun, and his eyes were looking coldly at the people below.

The newcomers felt the aura of the middle-aged man, their faces changed drastically, and they immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look at the middle-aged man.

Mo Lin's expression also changed slightly.