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Beya's expression was cold, her hands clenched into fists, and her murderous aura condensed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info She could feel the malice of these people towards Richard.

In that case, I will kill them all. ’

The black scales full of metallic luster quietly appeared on her hands, and at this moment, Beya even forgot Richard's entrustment, and there was only one thought left in her heart: those who obstructed Richard would die.

A large hand, lightly pressed on Beya's shoulder.

Richard smiled, glanced at Wiener, and said disapprovingly, "Is the pilgrimage ceremony important?" It doesn't matter, there's an eight-level brace scene anyway. ”

Wiener's expression froze, as if he had heard something funny, and said absurdly: "Level eight? Are you really capable of blowing, when we are all fools? ”

There was a clear or subtle display of disdain, even among the civilians, many of whom frowned.

Levels eight and seven are not the same concept at all, the further the level increases, the more difficult it becomes, there should be about thirty levels in Bekaa City, but there are less than ten levels in eight levels.

Each of them sits on one side and has a well-known reputation.

Wiener sneered, pinched her fingers and said, "Oh? Which level 8 powerhouse is it, but you should tell me about it? The head of the Caron mercenary group? Or Tony the Great Magician? ”

"Greataxe Haruk?"

"Shadow Binny?"

"Earth Warrior Thick Earth?"

Wiener spat out several names in a row, and picked his chin playfully: "My dear Richard, who are you talking about?" There are only a few bigwigs in the eighth level of Bekaa City, and I know their names. ”

These names are familiar to everyone, and they are all bigwigs who occupy one side of the city.

The nobles who did not have an obvious family background were not even qualified to talk to them, and Richard even falsely claimed that those big people would participate in his pilgrimage ceremony?

Inke of the Zarna family withdrew his gaze and cut in his heart. I thought that the guy named Richard was a little capable, but it turned out to be an arrogant waste.

The eighth-level powerhouses are generally the hidden masters of the major families, or the leaders of a small force.

At this level, they can no longer act casually, and they often implicate the whole body, representing the entire force, and the impact is great.

Inke silently thought that if someone really could get the leader of that kind of power to come to the pilgrimage ceremony... Unless that person's potential is terrifying, and it's worth putting all of his net worth on the line.

Glancing at Richard, Inck was a little disdainful.

A twenty-year-old fourth-level magician, not good, nor bad, how can he impress that group of strong people with eyes above the top?

Questioning voices formed a wave, slapping Richard one after another.

He stood there, unmoved, as if he were a black rock.

Liya couldn't stand it anymore, and said angrily: "What my brother said is true! Grandpa Fire will come, he's an eighth-level magician! ”

Wiener sighed in disappointment: "Lia, you are a good boy who is smart and icy, but since you followed Richard, you have become stupid. ”

"Let's talk about it, are there any eighth-level magicians in Bekaa City called 'Grandpa Fire'?"

Everyone turned their heads to each other, showing doubts.

Richard pulled his sister's shirt: "Don't be angry with them, you can see who is who at a glance." ”

Wiener snorted: "Don't pretend to be him, Bekaa City doesn't have a fire grandfather at all!" Have the audacity to say his name? ”

Wiener sneered in his heart, if Richard's people from the Blood Tiger Mercenary Group would come, he was really a little scared. Judging from all indications, Richard should have some kind of relationship with the Blood Tiger, and there is some hope for him to come to the show.

But Richard is too out of tune, he is an eighth-level great magician when he opens his mouth, when did this group of people become cabbage?

Richard spread his hands helplessly: "Name? Forget it, it doesn't hurt to tell you, his name is Rocius, a fire magician. ”

Rocius?

There was a suspicious look on everyone's faces, and Wiener was also wondering, is there such a person in Bekaa City?

Richard? Wiener looked at him carefully, and the latter's expression was indifferent, which made Wiener inexplicably flustered.

The group of aristocratic youths were also thinking hard, and finally one of them shouted: "By the way, I remembered!" ”

Wiener's expression sank, and he said in a gloomy voice, "What do you remember?" ”

The man shrunk his neck and sneered: "Hehe, Brother Vener, Rocius is not an eighth-level magician, his nickname is Old Man Fire, he has been at the seventh-level for several years, and our family once invited him." ”

Hearing the nickname of the old man of the fire, many people chattered: "That's right, it's indeed level seven, that person often goes to Roland Tavern!" ”

"Well, I saw him at the Tower of the World last month."

Everyone said a word, but the result was much the same: the level of the old man of the fire was level seven, not level eight!

Richard looked at them coldly, the old man Huo had only recently been promoted to the eighth level, except for a vague appearance at the auction, he was consolidating the realm at other times, and the news of these people was still a long time ago.

Wiener believed it and stared straight at him, as if looking at a bad pen: "When you brag in the future, can you make a draft?" Level 7 is blown into level 8 by you, amazing, amazing! ”

"Hahaha."

"There is no one in this person, how can the eighth level talk nonsense?"

"Alas, I suddenly feel that the admissions ceremony is not interesting, let's wait to see how his parade ends."

"Yo yo yo, eighth-level great magician, amazing."

The aristocratic young men mocked unabashedly, they still had a trace of anger in their hearts, they were dignified nobles, and the attendants were only level six or seven, and Richard dared to claim to be level eight, didn't he slap them in the face.

In the crowd, in addition to Inke's disdain, there was another person who was surprisingly silent.

He is Finlio of the Marin family.

Finlio lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly, his pupils shaking.

'Richard? Why is the name so familiar? I remember that the cause of death of a clansman was traced within the family, and the name involved at that time... It seems to be Richard and Rocius. ’

In the end, the news of this matter was blocked by outsiders, and it was not spread, so it had to be stopped. The family was also reluctant to provoke a seventh-level mage casually. ’

Finlio's face was weird, and even then, it shouldn't be.

Rocius is only level seven, why should Richard claim to be level eight?

Is it for the sake of face, deliberately pressing Gilles?

Staring into Richard's eyes, Finlio's eyebrows jumped.

Calm, so calm! Richard's look reminded Finlio of Viscount Marin at the family meeting.

No matter how noisy the people in the audience were, it was he who made the final decision.

'Bang! ’

There was a loud bang, and the hall fell silent.

The door was closed tightly, and the middle-aged man in charge of registration, Norin, cleared his throat: "Registration starts, the registration fee is ten gold coins, please consciously line up." ”

He smiled and said lightly: "From now on, there must be no noisy sound, otherwise it will be rejected." ”

The simple rejection of the two words made everyone shudder and shut their mouths one by one.

Richard was so happy that he saw Wiener look at him hatefully, but he didn't move again.

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In front of the registration table, there was a queue of captains, and with Norin's deterrence, everyone was in order, and there were not too many quarrels.

Richard came relatively late, so he was at the back of the line, and by the time he and Lea had finished registering, it was already a time later.

Outside the hall, there were more than a dozen snow-white carriages from Bison Academy, Norlin pointed to a few areas at random, and said lightly: "You go to the ceremony site first, and the rest of the people wait." ”

Suddenly, many people complained: "It's clear that we came first!" ”

Norin sneered: "If you are not convinced, you can go." ”

This is also the routine rule of Bison College, before recruiting students, rub their sharpness, otherwise those pampered nobles will have to make a fuss after entering the academy.

Everyone had no choice but to silence, even a big nobleman like the Liska family had to lie down honestly in front of Bison College.

One after another, the carriages drove away, and they sighed. Richard wasn't lucky, and his position was only two heads worse than the area Nolin was pointing to.

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After another half an hour of waiting, it was finally his turn.

Coincidentally, Richard was the same group of nobles.

Ten carriages were neatly parked outside, but I saw that the group of nobles, led by Jers, were like vicious dogs pounced on food, and quickly scrambled to sit down, and their dozen or so people actually occupied six carriages.

The rest of the civilians looked at each other in anger and huddled in the remaining carriages.

As a result, the number of passengers is reduced by half.

Gerles sat on the carriage with his legs crossed, facing Richard, with a defiant smile on his lips.

A chill flashed in Richard's eyes. Liya's face was not very good-looking, and she whispered: "This group of people is so unqualified!" ”

At this moment, a crisp voice sounded: "Richard, come over here." ”

Richard was slightly stunned and looked over, a little surprised.

The man was a woman, dressed in a simple blue dress, and her appearance was the best choice, but unfortunately there was a haggard hanging between her eyebrows.

"Clean?"

Richard nodded to her, ignored Jels' resentful gaze, and walked over.

Jay Liska smiled apologetically at the people next to her, and squeezed out a few positions for Richard to give them up.

Liya's figure is already slender, and Beya is delicate and petite enough to hold in her arms, and it is not difficult to sit down with a few of them.

"Thank you."

Richard smiled appreciatively at her. Leah hesitated for a moment before she spoke, "That man didn't do anything to you last time in the café, did he?"

Speaking of this, Jie's expression was gloomy, and she immediately smiled: "Don't worry, it's no problem." ”

Marin's inexplicable death freed the girl completely. This incident made her understand a truth, if she didn't enhance her strength, sooner or later she would become a tool for marriage.

So Jie begged her parents bitterly in exchange for the opportunity to apply for the Bison Academy.

If it fails, Jie will die of this heart, obediently return home, and wait for the next marriage partner. If you don't succeed, you will be benevolent.

Jie's face was very uneasy, and her hands trembled slightly on her thighs. When Richard saw it, he said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, you will succeed." ”

Jie was stunned, her body gradually relaxed, and said with a smile: "Hmm! I also believe that you will become a Stigmata! ”

The misdeeds of Jers and others, Norlin just glanced at them and ignored them.

It can be seen that Bison College is a very realistic place, and the status of nobles in their hearts is much higher than that of commoners, unless the latter can show extraordinary potential.

The carriage drove all the way to the center of Bekaa City.

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In a spacious square, a statue of Seraphim is erected.

The surroundings are bustling, crowded with people, and the noise forms a piece. If you want to talk to the person next to you, you have to use a roar, such an unprecedented grand occasion is several times larger than the auction in Bekaa City.

On this day, all the nobles were present, but anyone who had leisure time would come to watch the grand ceremony.

"Hey! See! The man in front is Viscount Liska! A bearded mercenary said in a loud voice.

"Haha, what is that, the one in the center is the city lord Darcher!"

"Huh? They all stood honestly, sitting in their chairs, who were they? A warrior with a young face said puzzled.

The experienced and experienced person spoke eloquently and said in awe: "They are from Bison Academy, and the lowest level is the seventh level. ”

Everyone was shocked, and saw that on the round platform, there were tables and chairs on both sides, about ten.

The people behind were all abysmal, with extraordinary bearing, and a look of arrogance on their faces.

If you look closely, those people all have badges on their chests, either seven ears of wheat, or silver stars, and sure enough, there are no ones below level seven.