"The glory of Netherel never falls, all the strong men who have successfully entered the legend, there is no doubt that each of you is one of the most successful sons of heaven in this era, but in this turbulent wave, we have encountered new challenges, maybe the power of the legendary level is indeed very strong, but only this is still insufficient after all, the power of the new enemy should not be underestimated, in order to obtain a perfect victory, our civilization also needs more god-level existence............ So under the discussion of the Council of Nethriel Arcans, we finally made a decision, all the Divine Throne Arcans will begin to recruit apprentices to cultivate more elite talents for the Nethrel civilization, in this plan, it is expected that there will be a thousand batches of apprentices to follow the seven Divine Throne Arcans to learn more esoteric, about the mysteries of the soul, these thousand batches of legends will have the opportunity to get the experience of advancing to the Divine Throne, and they will also become the most important backbone on the battlefield in the future! However, there are too many legendary professionals in Netheril, and the time and energy of the great arcanists who are busy fighting are too limited, so the Great Arcane Council will only select the best talents and the best of the elite to become students, and the way to prove your "elite" status is to pass the trials set by the Divine Throne Arcans in your region - in the name of the honor of the Great Arcans Council and the glory of Nethariel, all trials must be fair and just. Safe and credible, any legendary professional can participate in this trial for free, if you successfully complete the trial, then you will become the apprentice of the Divine Throne Grand Arcane, even if you are not in good shape, you don't have to worry, because the trial process is absolutely safe, after the time limit has passed, those who do not pass will be sent out of the trial facility, and you will only consume a short hundred years, so ............ Come, ambitious spiritual heirs of Netheril, the tomorrow of the throne is shining before your eyes, and each of us will return triumphantly in every challenge!"

This is the "Trialist Declaration" issued by the Grand Arcane Council that year, which was drafted by the powerful gods of the Grand Arcanist Council themselves, and then sent by Dorausz to his own professionals who specialize in managing information and propaganda - that is, "logistics personnel" such as Kentianu.

According to the plan of the year, this important information announcement must have been indiscriminately communicated to every legendary professional belonging to the Netharel civilization, and even a "logistics mage" like Kentiannu seems to have tried to participate in the trial of the Great Arcane of the Divine Throne.

However, as everyone later knew, this so-called "apprentice selection" had long been meaningless, both the apprentices who passed the trial and the "unhealthy ones" who did not pass the trial were extinguished along with the glory of Netheriel, and even the great masters of the Divine Throne who were supposed to be mentors fell on the cruel battlefield, and now all that remains in this city of "sleepless watchers" is such an empty text, a madman who refuses to accept reality, and a man who is still waiting in vain for the trial" Divine seat level screening facilities" only.

As the long time passed, everything seemed so ironic, so lonely, so ...... Helpless.

However, Punk and Kane certainly didn't have time to feel emotional about these things, after all, they had come all the way to the Moon of Cymtrons to defeat the Empress of Fabrication and not to remember the lonely Netherel civilization, so even though he had read the entire "Whisper of Destruction" in the "Trialist's Declaration" with emotion, he still only nodded with a look on his face and continued to ask Kentianu:

"You are very serious about your work, we have now confirmed that, but is it true that you said you have participated in or tested, can you describe the place and process of your trials in this city...... Well, you know, it's also important for us to understand the living conditions of the dedicated logistics staff."

“............ Of course what I said is true, but my willpower is so bad that I didn't pass the test of Lord Doraush, I just said............ Don't you know where the trials are, all of them are set up in the middle of the front square of the City of the Sleepless Watchers, and Ketaroran will carefully tell everyone how to enter the trial, but if you ask me about the process, I won't be able to say, after all, anyone who doesn't pass the trial will have their memories erased, and I am certainly no exception. Facing the "unknown" is also a test, at least it sounds quite reasonable, right? It's strange, why don't you know these things? You...... Are you really from the Catalante Chamber of Catalant? Wait a minute! Why didn't you carry the Chamber badge?"

“............”

Why didn't the punk carry the council chamber badge? because he didn't know what the Catalante chamber was, he was an imposter "executive"!

There is no doubt that Kentiannu is also a legendary professional no matter how he says it, even if he is a crazy legend, he is still a legend, even if he has completely lost his judgment in terms of reason, but relying on his subconscious vigilance, this guy is still suspicious of the person who comes to him to "check the work".

Now, after Punk asks an overly obvious "common-sense" question, the Mad Mage's suspicions finally overwhelm his determination to establish a communication with his wife, and it doesn't take long for Kentianu to notice the overly obvious flaw in Punk, and his expression quickly becomes hideously distorted:

"No! no, you...... You are not a Catalante person at all! The badge of the council chamber is the proof of execution of the examination and access to the service division, and it is impossible for the people of the council chamber not to wear the badge, and it is impossible for the people of the council chamber not to know where the unified place of the trial is! Who are you? Who are you? You have no way to contact my wife, are you, you are lying to me, right?"

Rushing up to grab the caster's robe, Kentianu's bloodshot eyes were as fierce and furious as a hungry wolf, and at this moment he finally realized that he had been deceived, and that the impersonation of the "authorities" was actually using his love for his wife to take advantage of him!

However, it is a pity that all he can touch is destined to be a powerful "Arcanic Hand", and Kentianu, who can't even use spells, has no time to resist before the giant hand that suddenly appears is pressed against the wall again.

And with the roar of metal shocks, the last bit of use of this madman finally came to an end.