Under the stunned gaze of a group of apprentices, the black-haired wizard who had climbed onto the balcony out of nowhere jumped down from mid-air, staggered in mid-air and borrowed strength several times, and then landed steadily on the open ground of the patio like an arrow falling to the ground, kneeling on one knee, the "tree heart" in his right hand lying behind him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Slowly getting up, Loren, who looked calm, slowly calmed down his rapidly beating heart, and the spiritual temple in the depths of his consciousness gradually returned to tranquility.

The originally restless open space suddenly became much quieter with the "unique" appearance of the black-haired wizard.

“...... Is this a wizard, or a mercenary who came out of nowhere?!" Verlo Bellini, who was stunned for a long time, was almost speechless, and his eyes were still twitching: "The wild wizards of Lothair have such skills?!"

"Who knows, maybe. Birdlaire's expression was as calm as ever, but he couldn't help but feel a little happy in his heart—it was a rare thing to be able to scare such an uneducated bastard like this.

"I'm very sorry to meet you in this way, and I would like to accept your apologies. The black-haired wizard, who had regained his composure, stepped forward and bowed to the two wizards, Verlow and Birdlaire: "I only got the news this morning, so I have to rush over as soon as possible, I hope it won't be too abrupt!"

"Don't be too busy with polite words, we haven't officially recognized your identity as a wizard yet, Lord Ayn Rand!"

The weird Verlo Bellini snorted coldly, and looked at Loren, who was covered in sweat and dressed in simple black wizard robes, very contemptuously: "Before you become a wizard, you should understand that this is not just an identity - we are scholars and seekers of truth, not lowly mercenaries and tavern thugs!"

Maybe it's no different in the countryside of Lothair, but this is Eberten, and it's absolutely impossible for the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower to admit a trickster liar!"

The atmosphere is getting tense.

Loren smiled a little surprised, he didn't expect that this wizard he had never seen before would actually target him as soon as he came up, and he couldn't even find any reason.

Is it because all the wizards of Ebotden have such a mocking face, or is this lord special?

"Your Excellency, I believe this is just a misunderstanding. The black-haired wizard bowed his head and said in a sincere tone: "If I did something that didn't go well with the rules and hurt you, please accept my apology again." ”

"The only thing you need to apologize for is your arrogance, Your Excellency Al Ain Turin. Birdlaire, who had always kept a straight face, had a cold voice, and there was no expression on his tense face: "This is the mentor of the alchemist Alchemist Alchemist Alchemist Verlo Bellini, Your Excellency Verlo Bellini, you need to be humble in front of this surname!"

Verlot Bellini, who heard Birdlaire's introduction, immediately showed a smug expression, lifted the bridge of his nose arrogantly, and looked at the down-and-out "Lothair hillbilly" in front of him with the whites of his eyes!

Loren, who bowed his head slightly, heard the meaning of this sentence, and inadvertently glanced at Bedlaire - he was reminding himself of the identity and relationship of this wizard.

The wizard of the Bellini family, and the mentor of Aalto, who created the potion that heals all diseases, is a character to watch out for.

"I really didn't know that the results of the apprenticeship could be displayed in front of others!"

A very disdainful, and sonorous voice came from the crowd, and Verlot Bellini, who had just been arrogant, trembled like a mouse being targeted by a wild beast, and hurriedly saluted behind him with a cower:

"Master Robert Freiswalker!" Birdlaire on the side turned around without humility or arrogance, and bowed to the old man with a pipe with a calm face, while Verlot, who was covered in cold sweat on the side, did not even dare to raise his head.

"Why don't you look at your precious apprentice, what are you doing here?!" Freswalker glanced at Verlow, his head lowered.

Just as the old man arrived, the two remaining wizards in charge of the audit also followed, bowing to Master Freiswalker, making the already nervous Verlow even more embarrassed - it was nothing to be despised by Birdlaire, but to be humiliated by the master in such a public view would be the end of his reputation.

"I—I think since I'm testing the level of a spellcaster, then I'm qualified as an expert in spell science recognized by the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower......"

"The Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower admits that it is Alto Bellini, and the rich family behind you—you know your own level, do you want me to say it?!" the old man said in a very faceless humiliation, picked up his pipe and took two puffs: "Who is the person in charge of today's test?"

"I, Master Freywalker. Birdrael stepped forward calmly: "Ain Rand is the wizard I have nominated, and according to the rules, I will be in charge of his test." ”

"Then you will be the chief judge, and we will be in charge of the evaluation. The old man nodded, and glanced sideways at Wei Erlo, who was still bowing his head next to him: "What are you doing there?

"Yes, yes!" Wellowe, who was almost soaking wet, hurriedly followed with a smile, but his right hand was clenched into a fist.

Wait, you old thing, I'll have to get Aalto to clean you up sooner or later!

After the four wizards were ready, Birdlaire turned around again and nodded to Loren without moving: "Very good, Lord Ain Rand, although this test has been advanced for various reasons, I hope you are fully prepared." ”

"I'm ready. Nodding slowly, the black-haired wizard instantly felt countless pairs of eyes staring at him, and the apprentices gathered around him all held their breath.

"According to the tradition of the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower, the level of spells of a wizard is generally determined by the proficiency and sophistication of the high-level spells used by the opponent. Birdlaire raised his right hand slightly towards Loren: "You can show what you have learned now, as for the level, we have our own judgment."

Of course, if you don't think this test reflects your true score, you can appeal – but it's up to us to vote!"

After speaking, his gaze fell on the black-haired wizard, although his expression did not change, but there seemed to be a faint expectation in his eyes, waiting for Loren's answer.

This is an inspection co-chaired by five wizards, with the participation of Master Freswalk. In front of everyone's eyes, if Loren can't come up with enough amazing results, it is absolutely impossible to be recognized!

"I am asking for an appeal to change the way the test is done. ”

With a confident expression, the black-haired wizard spoke in a deep voice.

Birdlaire raised an eyebrow, but suppressed his consternation, "Tell me your reasons, Lord Ain Rand." ”

"There's only one - I don't think the level of a spell alone is enough to show the quality of a spellcaster. As we all know, the term for high-level spells is actually very broad, and strictly speaking, anything that involves large-scale spells can be included in the category of high-level spells!

If so, how can it be judged by complexity and proficiency? some of the higher-level spells may not be unimaginably complex, but they are extremely useful, while others are designed for a particular situation, and there is no comparison between them.

So I'm here appealing to request a change in the way the detection is done. ”

The black-haired wizard's voice still echoed in the clearing in the middle of the patio, and the two wizards on the jury looked at each other, while Verlow pursed his lips in disdain, not taking what Loren said seriously at all.

Master Freiswalker, who was smoking a pipe, squinted as if he had already guessed that the black-haired wizard would do this, and he couldn't see his expression at all

"And what kind of evaluation do you want to use?" Birdlaire, who saw Loren's confidence and some expectation, continued to ask, "If it is really as you say, this method is unfair." ”

"It......'s actually very simple," the black-haired wizard slowly raised the "Tree Heart" in his right hand and replied with unparalleled calmness, "I have designed a new way to cast spells. ”

"What did you say—?!!!!"

"I said, I've created a whole new way to cast spells. ”

In an uproar, Loren finally curled the corners of his mouth: "Although the elaboration time may be a little long, please be patient and listen to me to finish......