Magical Element Perception, commonly known as Magical Affinity, is technically called Magical Conversion Rate.

Heaven and earth are filled with infinite magic, and not all of them can be used for their own purposes. mortals, not at all; talents, can use 30%; Genius, can use fifty percent. There are also some rare monsters that will have a higher magic conversion rate. If magic is compared to electricity, mortals are plastic, talents are iron, and geniuses are copper. The same magic spell can be used by ordinary mages to break a stone, and magic geniuses can use it to break through a small mountain, this is the difference.

The first level of assessment is the perception of magic elements, which is a relatively mysterious thing, and like a virus, ordinary people can't see it. But St. Byron's School of Magic has special instruments, similar to microscopes, that allow you to see your talents to the fullest.

A globe-like crystal floats in the air, shimmering with multicolored light.

The Magister wields his staff and casts a dark spell, and the room goes dark.

He nodded to the magician at the front.

This is a man who runs for three, the eldest is not small, but magic and martial arts are different, there is no such thing as a root, as long as the talent is enough, you can cultivate at the age of fifty, so age is not the threshold.

He stretched out his hand, pressed it on the crystal ball, and prayed silently.

This is the third time he has come to participate in the assessment, and the first two times ended in failure, but the dream still has to be there, in case it succeeds. Before he came, he told his wife that it was my lifelong wish to become a student of St. Byron and that I would never give up.

His wife was also very supportive of him, took a sip hard, and said that she would never pay a copperplate for the journey.

Countless lights lit up, and in the dimly lit room, they were so beautiful.

The man stared at the light with a soft gaze, as if he were looking at his lover. These magical elements are simply the most perfect works of the gods.

"Thirteen percent, unqualified." The Magister's voice was cold, indifferent, and noble.

The man was calm and had long expected this ending. What is the concept of 13% magic conversion? That is, out of a hundred magical elements, only thirteen can be perceived, while the passing standard for St. Byron is fifty. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is 108,000 miles away.

He is not discouraged, and there will be a chance next time. In his wife's mouth, it was stupid, but he didn't think so. Since he was a child, he has been inspired to be a magician, but everyone who has come into contact with him has told him that you have no magical talent, give up. He didn't believe it, but after twenty years of hard work, he believed. He folded his wand, burned his robe, tore his hat, and prepared to change careers to become a carpenter. Luckily, he saw a line on the wall on the side of the street - struggle to powerlessness, perseverance to move himself.

Seeing this, he cried.

He bought another wand, put on a robe, put on a hat, and continued his education. Five years later, he became an apprentice in magic.

Nothing can't be broken, including talent. He remembered that the last time he tested it, the magic conversion rate was twelve percent, and after five years of hard work, it had improved by one point.

He is a little-known person, and no matter how hard he tries, he will not be recorded in history. But the little man also has his own persistence, and he also has his own life, he hopes to live a wonderful life, and when he is old, he will not move anymore, and he will hold his grandson and proudly say: Look, St. Byron, grandpa has been in and out countless times.

The Magister looked at him, a subtle hint of pity flashing in his eyes, and said, "I'm sorry, Faustus, you've failed again. ”

"It's okay, esteemed Magister, I'll keep up the good work."

The Magister shook his head and said nothing.

The next magician appeared, and after testing, the magic conversion rate was 37%, which was much better than Faust, but it was still far from the passing line.

In third place, the conversion rate is 49 percent. The magician thumped his chest, barely a little, and this failure was the most infuriating.

Fourth, the conversion rate is 33%.

Soon it was Alice's turn, she was forty, and her face was red because she was nervous. In the town, she has fantasized about the assessment scene countless times, and it is absolutely overwhelming and devastating, but at this moment, she has no confidence.

The first forty people have failed, and this assessment should be difficult.

She slowly placed her palm on top of the crystal ball, which felt cold to the touch, like touching a piece of ice.

One point after another appeared, Alice prayed, light it, cute little thing, light it up, please.

Time passed for a long time, and after a long time, the Magister's indifferent voice sounded: "The conversion rate is thirty-five percent." ”

Alice was a little disappointed, but acceptable. After coming to Famagus, she has a clearer understanding of herself, she is just one of the thousands of magicians, not special, not a genius, although far from passing, compared with others is not bad.

Another magician began the test, a boy, very young, twelve or thirteen years old at most, with eyes like the blue sea. He reached out and placed his hand on top of the crystal ball.

The dimly lit room was filled with crystalline fireflies dancing in the night, and as time passed, more and more magical elements were lit up, more and more densely, and the brightness far exceeded that of the predecessors.

There were exclamations from the crowd.

"It's 50 percent!"

"What a magical genius!"

Nearly half of the people have been tested, and this is still the only one who meets the standard. What's more, he is still so young, and his future achievements are limitless.

The Magister has no sorrow or joy, he has seen a lot of geniuses, and although this one is good, he is not outstanding.

It's not over yet.

The speed at which the light is lit up has suddenly accelerated, and it has exceeded 60%!

The crowd exclaimed even more.

Alice looked at the boy with a complicated expression.

Gabriel's mouth opened wide, he didn't know what the concept of sixty percent magic conversion was, but he knew that before that, the most powerful person was only forty-nine percent.

The Magister smiled slightly, still calm.

Sixty percent, not bad, but in St. Byron, where geniuses gather, is only modest.

It's still not over.

The point of light skyrocketed again, breaking through 70% in an instant.

Alice was stunned, finally seeing what true talent is. Her conversion rate is only more than thirty percent, but this teenager is as high as seventy percent, that is to say, the same cultivation, the same spell, the young man casts, the power is twice as high as hers.

This is a qualitative gap.

The magicians were stunned, as if they had seen a magus rise.

There are many factors to become a magister, the most important of which is mental power and magic conversion rate, mental power can be increased through meditation, but magic conversion rate is a matter of qualification. It can be said that the most important indicator to see if a person is likely to become a high-profile magister is the magic conversion rate, and only with a high conversion rate can the power of advanced spells be fully utilized.

Montech's magical culture has a long history, and the experience of its predecessors has long set a target. If the magic conversion rate reaches 70%, you will have the key to open the door of the Magister, and if you can't reach it, no matter how hard you try, you don't have to talk about it.

Clearly, the teenager did. While this isn't the only indicator, the rest of the conditions can be made up for later, and it's much easier to do so, and if nothing else, he'll be at the top of the magic.

Some of the nobles of Famagus stared at him with burning eyes, and the idea of making friends gave birth to the idea of helping the young eagle when it was weak, which was far better than the icing on the cake with the hardening of the wings.

The speed at which the light lit up slowed down, and the boy reached his limit.

The magic conversion rate is fixed at 74%.

When the Magister came to the boy, he couldn't hide his affection and said, "Young magician, what's your name?" ”

The young man's expression was calm, and he was not complacent, and smiled: "Dear Magister, my name is Alan, and I am from the distant Vivi Tree. ”

"Alan, you're great." The Magister reached out and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "You were made for magic. ”

Alan politely thanked him.

When the rest of the examiners saw this scene, they were envious, and the Magister did not smile, and from the beginning to the present, he did not pretend to anyone, and it was the first time that he was so kind.

Five more people passed, and it was Gabriel's turn.

The boy who came out of the town was so nervous that his heart was in his throat, and he couldn't even walk.

When the crowd saw him shrinking and rustic, they snickered to themselves - St. Byron really treated him equally, and even the countrymen who were digging in the soil wanted to try their luck. Throughout the ages, there have been countless such daydreamers, but they have all ended in tragedy, and noble magic is not a crop.

Even the Magister, who was displeased with this dull young man, raised his head and looked ahead, never looking at him at all.

"Come on." A crisp, sweet voice came from the crowd.

Gabriel turned around and saw Miss Alice clenching her fists at herself, still nervous.

He held out his hand and placed it on top of the crystal ball. That cautious look, as if he was afraid of soiling the crystal ball.

Ten seconds passed, and no magic element lit up.

A minute passed, and there was still no light in the room.

Everyone wondered, could it be that the crystal ball was malfunctioning, otherwise why wouldn't a single magic element be lit?

It wasn't until the Magister's indifferent voice sounded that everyone suddenly realized.

"Magic conversion rate, zero."

The crowd fell silent, then laughed.

Geniuses and fools will always be in the minority, and mediocrity is the mainstream.

There are very few magical geniuses like Allen; Right now, this cowardly magic wastewood, even less.

"It's the first time I've seen someone with a zero conversion rate!"

"It's a miracle in the history of magic."

They didn't mean to mock, in fact, a group of noble magicians, there was no need to play tricks on a lowly servant. They were right, Gabriel's case was so rare that it had never been seen before, and no one would come after.

How can there be such a person in the world? Even mortals who are not good have a very low magic conversion rate, and this kid is completely a magic insulator.

Alice sighed softly, feeling sorry for him.

Gabriel suddenly relaxed. Many times, dreams are the source of a qiē pain, with dreams, there is **, there is disappointment, there is pain. If this dream is cut off, people may be decadent, but they can be down-to-earth.

Now he's down-to-earth.

He thought that it was actually good to be a servant and live a humble life.

The remaining mages completed the test one after another. There is no more genius like Allen, and there is no more scrap wood like Gabriel.

In this level, 99 people failed, and only one person reached the target. You must know that the losers are not mortals, but noble magicians, they can be called geniuses in any small place, but in St. Byron they can't even pass the first level, and the difficulty of the assessment can be seen.

This is not the end, the assessment is divided into two aspects, even if one side fails, but on the other hand, it is extremely amazing, there is still a chance. St. Byron allows bias, but it does not allow deviation to be too exaggerated, and the likes of Gabriel and Faust are definitely out of play.

The Magister was about to retract the crystal ball when a cry came.

"Wait, Master, I haven't tested it yet."

A strange-looking magician barged in, his magic robe so thin that it didn't fit his body at all, like an adult in a child's clothes. What's even more grotesque is that his hair and eyes are black, hell, there are black-haired people in the Montech Continent, could it be the descendants of the Night Elves?

The crowd did not welcome this uninvited guest, and St. Byron was so sacred, how could he be late? This is a blasphemy against magic.

Of course, this is only a secular opinion, after all, St. Byron only enrolls students once every five years, the opportunity is rare, once missed, will wait another five years, how many five years are there in life? Two thousand years ago, the fifteenth abbot of St. Byron issued a rule that allowed magicians to be late, as long as it was not too excessive.

The Magister didn't like this loose guy, but he had to follow the rules, and said indifferently, "Come and test." ”

The crystal ball was taken out again.

As an ordinary person, I must be grateful to Ling, and I came in a hurry, for fear of delaying everyone's time. But the magician didn't appreciate it.

He asked with a smile: "I heard that the cadets who become St. Byron will be rewarded with a hundred Purple Magic Stones, is it really fake?" ”