There is an old saying among the elves: fate is the chain of miracles. They believe that in every blink www.biquge.info of an eye, there are countless miracles colliding and intertwining with each other, and those fleeting miracles disappear so quickly that most people will not pay attention to them, and can only call the chains of countless miracles intertwined and coherent as fate.

But not everyone has the keen eye of an elf, and not everyone has the ancient wisdom of an elf. Especially for Morin at this moment, no miracles happened.

It wasn't until the spark card he was holding became warm that Merlin slowly opened his eyes, and the look of disappointment could not be concealed in his blue eyes.

The examiner was also stunned.

His eyes widened, and he looked at it carefully for a long time, and finally confirmed that it was not that Mars was too small for him to see, but that there had never been any Mars at all. He reached out and pinched Morin's fingers to make sure they were solid on the cards, but nothing happened.

The young examiner looked helplessly at the square platform.

An examiner in a black robe got up and walked down, it was the young mage with terrifying red and black eyes, and the majestic old man who presided over the assessment said that his name was Brand, Blood-Eyed Brand. Because he had just been admitted to a good year with excellent talent, Brand was in a good mood, and when he saw the examiner's request for help, he took the initiative to come and take a look.

The young examiner looked at the spark card that was still unresponsive, then at Brand's terrifying bloody eyes, and stammered, "This ...... He...... He has no magical powers. After hesitating for a long time, the young examiner squeezed out such a sentence, but even he felt that he couldn't figure it out.

How can there be no magic?

Merlin also looked at the black-robed examiner from the Illuvita Academy, and when he looked closely, his neck-length hair seemed to be more oily, covering most of his already thin face, revealing only his indifferent flat eyebrows and thin lips, and the long hooked nose, as for the bloody eyes, the young man subconsciously avoided staring.

Brand looked at the young man in front of him seriously, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked even more hideous. How do you describe the emotion in a pair of black and red eyes? It may be a little curious, maybe a little disdainful, but whatever it is, the black and red eyes are dyed with a cruel and ruthless coat.

As if he didn't see anything, the Blood-Eyed Mage stepped forward and took Merlin in his right hand, still touching the card.

This momentary feeling, Maureen felt, he would never forget.

His ring marks were burning.

Under the simple silver ring of the middle finger, there was a circle of inky traces, and suddenly there was an almost unbearable burning sensation, as if the ring was a soldering iron that had long been roasted red by the fire, melting the inky black skin underneath into unconscious, dry flesh.

But the burning sensation wasn't from the ring, Morin knew, it was from the touch of the Blood-Eyed Mage.

Brand, on the other hand, didn't seem to feel anything unusual in this regard.

Morin lowered his head, not daring to look at the terrifying bloody eyes.

His body began to tremble slightly, as if it were from nervousness or fear, and only he knew it was because of the stinging of the ring, the sting of the body that his grandfather had trained for many years. He tried to suppress his breathing, but his heart was beating wildly, beads of sweat gradually oozed from his back, and his consciousness began to blur.

Then, Blood-Eyed Brand let go of his hand.

Like a gust of wind, all the previous feelings vanished and returned to normal, as if everything was just an illusory dream lost in the morning light.

But the sweat-soaked back reminded Morin that it wasn't a dream.

He raised his head with difficulty, forced himself to look at the red and black bloody eyes, and said, "It's not that I don't have magic powers, but I can't use cards." The voice was hoarse and harsh, like the beginning of a serious illness, so strange that it made Merlin in a trance.

It's not that there is no magic, but you can't use magic cards, the same as your own judgment, Brand looked at the young man in front of him, and the trembling appearance before was obviously extremely scared of himself, and he couldn't help but be annoyed in his heart, this kind of waste is also recommended to participate in the test?

He sternly looked at the instructors of the Young Boys' Society who were waiting on the side, and asked loudly, "Who brought this useless boy who can't even use magic cards?" Either it was an omission or some favor, both of which were serious dereliction of duty in Brand's eyes, and cruel and ruthless anger erupted from his black and red eyes.

The test on the deck paused, and in Brand's words, two messages that were too shocking caught everyone's attention:

There was a faculty member who was favoritism. The instructors of the academy are all affiliated with the Temple of Order, and they are all strict and oath-abiding people, and they are very respected, although the number of people who are recommended to take the test is not fixed, and it is all up to the judgment of the instructors, but no one will think of bribery, because even the instructors feel that it is impossible for a hopeless teenager to pass the academy's test, and no one will even try. But this instructor brought someone who couldn't use magic cards?

What was even more shocking was that there were still people who couldn't even use magic cards? People couldn't help but look at the blue-eyed boy, the boy who was like a waste in the words of the Blood-Eyed Mage.

Many had mixed expressions.

Some aristocratic teenagers recognized Mo Lin, remembered his amazing performance in the battle yesterday, and couldn't tell what it was like, gloating? Relieved? Perhaps, it was more of a regret that such an extraordinary young man was so ill-fated that he could not use cards, and he was destined to not go far.

Strayer recognized Maureen, and felt relieved and felt a little remorseful. "I knew that he couldn't even use magic cards, and he was destined to have no achievements, so why bother using curse cards, and caused the wrath of this thing around him," he glanced at the heavily armored swordsman on one side and thought, "It's really been too tight lately." ”

Osmond also recognized Mo Lin, there was still a smile in his dark eyes, but he was quite sorry in his heart, yesterday's fight, although he had the upper hand, but he only relied on the high level of the apprentice, if the same strength, the sense of battle, it is difficult to say the victory or defeat. Originally, I hoped that he could grow even more powerful in the future, but he couldn't use magic cards, and even if the Warrior Academy was willing to admit him, it would be impossible to fight him in the future. Without the cards reserved for warriors - enchantment cards for various attributes of weapons, support cards for countless special purposes, and most importantly, various sword energy cards, the strength of the combat class would have to be reduced by at least half.

The majestic old man on the square platform also recognized him, and among those eyes who watched the battle yesterday, one belonged to him. A young examiner from Victor Academy on the side hesitated: "This young man ......"

"Look again," the old man waved his hand and said, "Blood-eyed Brand didn't see that young man's skills yesterday, and his words were too arbitrary. ”

In the limelight, Lawson stepped forward under pressure and said respectfully: "I recommended it, he ......"

Without waiting for Lawson to finish speaking, Brand swept his bloody eyes and said sharply: "Do you know in advance that he can't use magic cards?"

Lawson's face turned a little red, but he still said respectfully: "I know, but he ......"

"What's the matter!" Brand said angrily, for some reason, what he couldn't bear the most was this kind of favoritism, and asked sharply: "You can't use cards, is there a future in the war position? Is there a future in the law office? Why do you still bring him! Are the oaths you made in the Temple of Order all false, or are the ancient and noble honors no longer what you want?!"

Lawson's face turned red, and he said in a forced tone, "But he ......"

"--But I'm very talented!" Mo Lin shouted from the side, seeing that the blood-eyed monster next to him was about to interrupt Teacher Lawson again, the boy had already left his angry heart to control so much, and directly shouted out first.

Silent.

"I, God, Fu, very, good, ah!!" Merlin shouted again, word by word, at the Blood-Eyed Mage, lest he not understand.

The boy's crisp, loud and childish voice echoed over the deck.

There was no burst of laughter.

Many people who wanted to laugh out loud saw that others had mixed expressions, and unconsciously quieted down thoughtfully.

Brand also noticed the silence on the deck, but he didn't care at all, and laughed, "How many years have I been with Iluvita Academy?, how many talented students have I seen?" said his expression, and exclaimed, "But I've never seen anyone who is so talented that he can not use magic cards, whether it's a combat or a legal position!"

As he spoke, he had one hand, his hair fluttered, his black robe was agitated, and countless points of light of different colors gathered from all directions, condensing a fist-sized sphere in his arms, releasing a dazzling silver glow. When the light dimmed, a small transparent crystal ball appeared in his hand, which was actually an object created by using the elements.

Without appreciating the amazement in the eyes of others, Blood-Eyed Brand directly threw the ball to the examiner and sneered at Merin: "You can't use magic cards, just use this instead, and you can also measure your magic capacity." After speaking, he didn't stop, turned around and walked towards the square platform. It seemed to him that the farce was over, and he was given an ordinary grade of two or three fars, and then, without the interest of the Academy, returned to his hometown in disgrace, and was spurned henceforth along with the depraved order sacrifice.

He shook his head as he walked, only to feel that his coming down was purely troublesome. The boy who succeeded in snatching it because of his own decision, the boy who was born with the magic capacity of Bafar, and the good mood brought to him had long disappeared at this time.

Then he heard a voice.

It was the voice of the young examiner who was in charge of testing Morin.

The voice, with amazement, with incredulity, and even with a little cry said: "Nine, nine, nine...... "............ "Thank you for the reward from Q1Weerrr, this is the first reward received by this book, for a better reading experience, the future thanks will be opened in a special chapter related to the work, and it will no longer appear in the text." But the author's gratitude will not change, and I will work harder because of your encouragement. (Thanks again.) )

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