The apprentices who walked out of the temple stood on both sides, forming a passage leading to the statue of the magician, and all the onlookers spontaneously quieted down, which was enough to show how respectable the figure was as it was coming.

"They're coming! they're coming! Look, Claude......! Let me come closer!" Lucian almost jumped with excitement, but couldn't get any closer when the guards stopped him. Eventually, he was next to the guard's body, his face pressed against the guard's armor.

"Who is it? I can't see it!" Claude was also anxious, constantly tiptoeing, and his brow furrowed as if he was about to tie a knot.

"Look, that's Teramy!The ultimate mentor of the Holy Sword Academy!," Lucian exclaimed.

"Where, where?" Claude couldn't hold back either, and leaned on top of the guard in front of him, sticking his head out as much as he could.

The guard looked helpless, but in today's Queen's City, where crazy children abound like this, who would let this grand ceremony see all the important people in the Temple of Glory?

"Oh, that one in the blue wizard's robe must be Ice Blue!Oh my God, can you believe she's a Lonellan?" Lucian sighed.

Claude finally saw the two "big men" in Lucian's mouth through the cracks:

At the front was a tall man in a black robe in gold armor and black robes, with black hair neatly tied up behind his head. He had a golden sword hanging from his waist, and his abilities were more than just a swordsman. Terami is quite skilled in any melee weapon, and many people even believe that his strength is like that of a dragon knight without a dragon.

The blue-clad magician in the back is Ice Blue, known as the "Miracle Magician", and as a Lonellan, it is a miracle in itself that she can reach the current height. She has magical talents that many elven mages can't match, such as controlling all four elemental spells, and using a decent level of white magic. Of course, no one knows how old the Lornellan magician is now, although she does not look old, she will be thirty or forty years old. In short, her lifespan has far exceeded the limits of the Lonellans.

"Sergarin! see, see, no, oh, and Lornay, and she is the one I admire the most!"

The next to appear in Claude's vision were Sergarin and Lornay.

Sergarin is a warlock mentor who is a magician, alchemy, stargazing, blacksmithing, and construction...... Sergarin was undoubtedly one of the most knowledgeable people in Queen City. He was an beast spirit, with a beast face and a human body, the height of two Lonellans, and he didn't seem friendly. Beast spirits are not uncommon in the Eastern Continent, they have impressive physical abilities and excellent talent for hand-to-hand combat, but most of them have undeveloped minds. The exception is Sergarin, whose IQ exceeds not only that of all of his kind, but of the vast majority of other races. He was surprisingly embraced by many of the local dwarves, who were able to have a place in the Queen's City, and Selgarin was indebted.

Lonay, who is considered an idol by Lucian, is a female elf from the Moonwhite Forest, and although she is the ultimate mentor of the Holy Eagle Academy, a temple that breeds archers, she also has a magical talent that is not inferior to Ice Blue, and is said to be able to control the three elemental magics, which is extremely rare in the entire wizard world. You must know that a magician who can cast two elemental magic without the help of any external force is considered to be extremely talented, and Luo Nai can actually manipulate the three elements of ice, fire, and thunder. These are just her "side hustles".

The four ultimate mentors lined up under the statue of the Magi, and the elven band stopped playing. Although the whole square was crowded, it was quiet at the moment. Everyone was eagerly awaiting, and the arrival of the four mentors was a sign that the ceremony was approaching its opening.

Terami took a step forward, looked around the square, and said in a calm voice, "The city of the Queen, where the Second Age stands, has been bathed in the light of the great goddess Gana since its inception. Two thousand two hundred and nineteen years ago, the darkness of evil cried out for the last time in this land, the last banner of the evil one was destroyed, and the people who believed in love and peace finally won. During these two thousand two hundred and nineteen years, the East and West Roads were able to enjoy peace, live, study, travel, and communicate...... I don't know if I should give all the light to the goddess Jana and the royal family of Acklin, but it is undeniable that we are all bathed in the light of Jana, the light of all good beginnings!

"Anjimi Rablish, Di Anon ......"

Teramy opened his arms to the crowd, and everyone shouted in unison.

This phrase, which means "the light is eternal," is the ancient language of God.

Legend has it that the goddess Gana brought these words to the Origin Realm when she came into the world, and it connected every race that begged for peace like a bond. Although the language was not passed down for various reasons, the phrase spread like faith to every land where the goddess Gana was believed.

Tyrami lowered his arms and continued, "For two thousand two hundred and nineteen years, the Holy Light has sheltered the Queen City and blessed the Temple of Glory. But there is one sacred position that does not allow any of us to neglect – the Guardian of the Blade. The one who holds up the sword of Maritia to protect the Light will go forward, evil cannot destroy him, not even death can disturb his order! It is an honor that today we will have a new successor! Today, she will shoulder the supreme honor and responsibility under the watchful eyes of all people!"

At Tellamy's suggestion, the Elf Band once again played the melody, this time impassioned. Accompanied by beautiful notes, white petals appeared in the sky, petals that belonged to the flowers of the ancient trees of the Moon-White Forest, and then slowly fell, paving a pure white path on the path formed by the apprentice, connecting the main entrance of the temple to the statue of the magician.

Everyone gathered in the square was conquered by this scene, and there were no white trees in the great queen's city. In fact, the White Tree could not survive anywhere outside of the Moonwhite Forest, a spectacle that only occurred when the Guardian of the Sword Blade was blessed by the Elder Elves during the Grand Ceremony.

The succession of the Guardian of the Blade does not have a fixed deadline, and only occurs if the incumbent dies or is prophesied by an Elder Elven mage. Even the Digan people and beast spirits with hundreds of years of lifespan are rare to see in their lifetimes, let alone the Lonellans.

"You know what, it's my dream...... Tread on the path paved with the holy petals of the ancient white tree, take the holy sword of Maritia, and swear to protect the Holy Light with his life......" Lucian shook his head in intoxication and said to Claude.

"You know what...... You're ten years old, but your successor has only just taken office today......" Claude said helplessly.

"Uh...... If you can't speak, you can't speak!" Lucian pursed his lips in embarrassment.

"Facts ......," Claude waved his hand.

Claude also longed for what Lucian had said, but now it seemed almost impossible. If the successor is an elf, he has eternal life, and even if he is not, whether it is a Digan or a beast spirit, or even a Lonellan, they will live a much longer life after receiving the blessing of the ancient magician. And now, there is almost no way to talk about war, and accidental death is even more nonsense. So, whatever the case may be, it now seems that Lucian's dream is a dream after all, and there is no way to realize it.

"Look, Claude, my lifelong rival!" Lucian was surprised and delighted, and he slapped Claude on the shoulder, pointing frantically to the main entrance of the temple in the distance.

"Alright, don't beat me, I can see!" Claude said with some disgust, and then looked in that direction as well.

The man in the distance was clad in silver armor, and his body shimmered with a hazy white glow like an elf. He wears a red cape, a uniquely shaped helmet, and red brocade between his shoulder armor. The man did not look tall, but rather a little emaciated, but he walked steadily, and his majesty and profanity were as close as if they were close even from a distance.

"Is that him?" Lucian looked surprised, his words drawing disdainful glances from the surrounding crowd.

"Lucian!" Claude reminded of the disgust of those around him.

Claude didn't understand why others were disgusted. However, in the minds of the onlookers, it was unreasonable for a child to question the successor of a Guardian of the Blade, and in Lucian's mind, it was unreasonable for a seemingly weak man to be his successor.

"How can he be?"

Lucian roared inwardly.

The silver-clad successor seemed to pause slightly as he walked directly in front of the two children. Lucian was still muttering, and Claude couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Uh...... Lucian?"

"How?"

"That man...... Did you hear what you said?"

"Really, then he should be able to sneeze!"

"He's like..... Glancing at us?"

"You're dazzled!"

"Oh......"

Claude looked carefully at the successor not far away, and the scene just now kept coming to his mind.

"Probably...... Dazzled......"

Claude comforted himself.