"Don't you understand? The mage's identity cannot be revealed, and even his name can only be forgotten if he wants to save his life. ”

Arthas was silent.

He knew in his heart that his father was right.

At this moment, he seemed to understand why his father was above the main hall and did not mention any questions about Xue Huan.

Father is protecting him!

Even on the top of the main hall, the father rewarded Xue Huan with his merits, official positions and even money. But if one day, once his identity is revealed, it will not only cause Dalaran's anger, but even the people of Lordaeron will no longer believe in imperial power.

No one can afford such consequences...

For Xue Huan, the best arrangement is to choose to ignore it. neither rewarded nor condemned, let him disappear in front of everyone's eyes plainly.

"I've heard everything about him. ”

Terenus turned, pulled out his chair, and sat back down at the table. He pulled out one of the neatly folded scrolls, a battle report that had just been sent back from the front.

Terenus unsealed the seal with the royal insignia and slowly opened the file.

"His strength is stronger than I imagined, after Warren (Lordaeron's chief court mage) analyzed this battle report, he came to the conclusion that that kid's magical strength has reached the level of the Holy Magister!"

There was surprise in Tyrenus's tone, and even his hand gripping the scroll trembled slightly.

What do you think of that kid, it's about 20 years old, 20-year-old Holy Magister?

"St. ... Holy Magister!?"

Hearing these words burst out of Terenus's mouth, Arthas couldn't help but take a small step back. His eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief, "How... How is that possible?!"

Such a young Holy Magister in Dalaran, no, no, no, even in the entire history of Lordaeron, or even in the long history of the Eastern Kingdom, has never appeared.

"yes, I don't want to believe it. ”

Terenus rolled the scroll and put it back in its place, but he couldn't calm down for a long time.

His proudest son, Arthas, attained the rank of High Knight at the age of 16. In the eyes of ordinary people, his son was already a genius among geniuses, and even Uther, Lothar and others were amazed at his potential when they celebrated Arthas's coming-of-age ceremony.

If Arthas is a brave warrior, it cannot be compared. Then the Lord of Dalaran, who has always been known as a "magical genius", Antonidas only stepped into the threshold of the Holy Magister in his old age.

The mystery of magic is different from ordinary martial arts, an ordinary person, even if he lacks talent, he can still rely on diligent practice and the teaching of a good teacher to make up for his innate deficiencies and become a great warrior.

But magic doesn't...

From the moment a person is born, the sensibility of the magical element is predestined. If he wants to become an apprentice in magic, he will take three magic perception tests at the Magic Association at the age of 14, 16 and 18.

If he fails the three tests, then unfortunately, he can basically be declared to have no chance with the magic hall in this life.

In contrast, the practice of magic is more difficult, it requires not only hard practice, but also the support of talent. Even if you practice hard for more than ten hours a day, without super magic sensitivity and vast mental power, everything is wild.

So it's no wonder that Terenus and Arthas had such shocked expressions when they heard about Xue Huan's rank and age.

Because it's so incredible...

"If that mage named Xue Huan is really a Holy Magister-level necromancer, what is Father going to do with it?" Arthas asked anxiously as he paced forward.

He didn't expect it to turn out to be so tricky.

"I hope it doesn't get to this point, my son. Terenus closed his eyes, and all sorts of information about Xue Huan came to his mind.

If that mage is really a legendary necromancer, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The threat he posed to Lordaeron was even higher than that of Kel'thugad, after all, the notorious necromancer was only a great mage.

"Tomorrow night, after that state banquet to celebrate victory, he will receive my private summons, and the outcome of this summoning will directly determine his fate, and... The fate of the Empire!" As he said this, Terenus's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, and his voice was full of courage.

His voice echoed through the empty room, and in Arthas's ears.

It was a long time before Arthas nodded silently.

He understood the meaning of his father's words...

As long as Xue Huan is not greedy for titles, fame and fortune, then he will disappear from everyone's field of vision like an ethereal cloud, history will not leave his footprints, and people on the mainland will not remember his name.

"Father..."

Arthas felt as if something was blocking his heart, and he couldn't say a word.

He bowed slightly, silently exiting Terenus's room.

He understood, and supported his father's decision, which might have been the best outcome for the mage whose fate had been difficult.