It's dawn.

After Alice finished washing, she straightened her clothes in front of the mirror, clenched her delicate little fist, and said, "You can do it!" ”

Eighteen years of life, she had never been so nervous; Eighteen years of life, she had never looked forward to it so much.

Today is the day of the five-year enrollment of St. Byron's School of Magic. Once you become a student of St. Byron, flowers and glory roll in like endless waves.

Montech has a number of magical academies, large and small, which add up to at least five figures, but only three qualify as magical shrines - Gulotta, Gandal, and St. Byron.

Countless magicians want to join in and be a part of the Holy Land, and so does Alice, not out of vanity, but for more important reasons, she wants to be stronger. St. Byron is undoubtedly the most ideal place to be, with the most advanced theories, the wisest instructors, the most knowledgeable knowledge, the most complete set of spells, and the best learning atmosphere.

She had always been regarded as a genius in the town, so she was pretentious, and before that, she thought she would soar, but she just lacked an opportunity, and St. Byron was the best chance to enroll. It can be seen that after meeting the flying young magician, her confidence was greatly shaken, and it turned out that there were more outstanding people in this world.

Regarding today's assessment, she is a little bottomless.

Pushing open the door, he bumped into Gabriel. The other party was dressed up cleanly, and his expression was slightly nervous.

She asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Gabriel scratched his head and smiled, "Dear Miss Alice, I have a reluctant request. ”

"Say it."

"Well, can I go with you to St. Byron?"

"What are you going to do with it?"

Gabriel bowed his head and hesitated.

"If you have something to say, don't be embarrassed."

"Uncle Sam said that the great St. Byron treated everyone equally, regardless of origin or background, as long as the talent was high enough, whether it was a nobleman or a poor person, it was all accepted." Gabriel looked up, his eyes glinting with hope and longing, and said, "I want to try my luck." ”

Alice stared at him for a long time, and finally decided that the servant was not joking, and she burst out laughing. Seeing that the young man's cheeks were flushed, he realized that it had hurt his self-esteem, and hurriedly restrained his smile and said, "Okay, let's go." ”

There were so many people who came to visit St. Byron, the hotels around St. Byron were full, and Alice and the two lived in a relatively remote place, and they walked for another two hours before they came to the door of St. Byron.

There is no splendid architecture, no grandeur, no noble sculpture. St. Byron is austere, old, and tranquil, a far cry from Alice's imaginary college.

St. Byron has a history of 8,000 years, when the Battle of the Magic Springs had just broken out, and the Terrans coveted the magic fountain of the elves and launched a war of aggression. The elven king led millions of elves to fight back, killed the human race and abandoned their armor, and even began to counter-invade, the elven army pressed under the city of Atlantis, human civilization was crumbling, and at the moment of crisis, a little-known magician shined.

The magician's name was St. Byron.

Under his curse, the Elven Forest was corrupted by dark magic, and the Endless Monsters broke through the ground, cutting off all the Elven supplies, and the situation was reversed again, and the Battle of the Demon Spring finally ended with a human victory.

Although the humans won, they did not get the Fountain of Magic, only the hatred of the elves, and the Black Forest, which is known as the forbidden area of life.

Too many mages had died in that battle, and humanity had never been so weak, and began to build magic academies on a large scale, in an attempt to cultivate a large group of mages in a short period of time and reorganize the backbone of society.

In honor of St. Byron, the first completed magical academy was named after him. After 8,000 years of baptism, many academies have disappeared in time, and only it stands proudly.

There are a lot of people coming to this enrollment, which is enough to be described as a sea of people.

Alice's eyes widened in horror, she had never seen so many magicians.

Those noble people who are rare to see in their lives are crowded at the door of St. Byron at this moment, like worthless potatoes, squeezing one by one.

Once again, she felt small.

St. Byron pursues refinement, not more. Every five years, only a hundred people are admitted here, one is not many, one is not many, exactly one hundred.

This is a tradition that has lasted for 8,000 years.

There is a famous saying in St. Byron that is widely known in Montech - raising one lion is better than raising ten thousand sheep.

Alice thought she was a lion, but when she saw thousands of magicians, each so proud, each so scrappy, she didn't think so.

A middle-aged magician with a stern face walked out, dressed in St. Byron's purple-gold magic robes, with a badge of glory hanging in the most conspicuous position on his chest - it turned out to be black!

On the top of the badge of glory, there is also a line of vigorous small words: Glory is with you.

This is an archmagister!

Only the Emblem of the Grand Magus will be black, and only the Emblem of the Grand Magus will be hand-carved by the King of Light.

Alice's little heart was beating faster, the Grand Magister was as precious as a Chimera, and there were no more than twenty in the entire Monte Chi continent. And now, she's seen one with her own eyes.

Next, the archmage waved his wand, and nearly 10,000 magicians floated up, divided into a hundred groups, and poured into the St. Byron School of Magic.

Despite its large crowds, St. Byron is large and does not seem crowded. In Famagus, where every inch of land is at a premium, the ancient magical shrine still occupies a huge area, like a city within a city. No one complained about this, from the common people to the powerful, everyone took it for granted, after all, in Montechi, magic is an extremely sacred thing. But then again, it was the prestige of St. Byron that made Famagus prosperous, and 8,000 years ago it was a small and inconspicuous city.

Alice and Gabriel were placed in the same group in a spacious palace. The examiner stood at the front, with an extraordinary demeanor and a gold badge on his chest.

In the ordinary magic academy, the assessment teacher is at most a fifth-level magician, and St. Byron directly dispatched a magician. And these 10,000 people are divided into a hundred groups, that is to say, there are at least a hundred Magiers in St. Byron, and any Magister can dominate one side, which is worthy of being a magical holy land, and it is really profound.

Alice had already learned about the content of the assessment from books, after all, St. Byron's reputation was too great and there were not many secrets.

The assessment only looks at two aspects, the first is the perception of magic elements, and the second is the ability to learn spells. As long as you pass both, you can become a student of St. Byron.

It seems simple.

It's not that simple at all.

Both of these aspects are assessed by talent.

There are too many things in the world that can be made up for with hard work, but talent can't make up for it, just like a pig, no matter how hard you try, you can't build a house.

St. Byron only had geniuses. In their view, skills and experience can be honed, only talent is innate.

The Magister's deep voice came, "The assessment begins." ”