"Wow!"

In the square, cheers came one after another. Everyone was impressed by the talented Lonellan girl. She used the rusty, notched bronze sword to refine the three elements into an elemental ring of excellent quality, which remained in the air for a considerable amount of time.

Even the elven messenger couldn't believe the "miracle" he was witnessing, and it wasn't until Sivir stopped manipulating the magic and the elements disappeared once again that the elven messenger reacted with a few notes and gave a five-star rating.

"Okay, right?"

Sivir's tone hinted at disdain. Almost everyone was speculating about what she had come to the Temple of Glory at her level, and of course, she didn't offer any explanation for that.

"Hey, what's going on with this guy?"

"I don't know...... Look at how young she looks......"

"Ten stars, are you kidding?"

This scene discouraged many candidates, including Claude and Lucian. A young woman of the Lonellan tribe got all ten stars for the first two items, and this "false proposition" is considered to be valid today.

Sivir was silent, and he didn't show any excitement about such a good result, and walked into the crowd unusually calmly, without even making eye contact with anyone.

Although the performance of the few participants who went up in the back was acceptable, they were insignificant in the face of this astonishing five-star rating.

After all, for most people, getting two or three stars is already a welcome thing.

"Hey, Claude, it's my turn. ”

Hearing the elven messenger read his name, Lucian moved his arms and spat out a word to Claude. In this case, it is more like work to relieve tension.

"Do you use staffs?" Claude asked.

"Uh...... It's inevitable. I...... I think I'd better be more steady!" Lucian smiled awkwardly.

Claude nodded, gesturing a few gestures as a silent cheer. It is true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and that is because they have not yet seen the overwhelming suppression of strength.

So Claude didn't say a word and followed Lucian's performance. Of course, like every Digan, Lucian struggled slightly with the staff—the Digers did lack magical talent.

"Two stars. ”

As the elemental in front of Lucian trembled and floated and eventually slid down, the dust settled. Lucian sighed, two stars was a good result, at least a lot better than many of his fellow candidates. There had been sporadic judgments before, and Lucian, who had accumulated five stars in the first two rounds, had half a foot in the door of the Temple of Glory.

"Whew, this link is really ...... Haha, I'm really overwhelmed. ”

Lucian was relieved and said to Claude with a playful smile. It can be seen that the psychological burden of this child is not so heavy. However, Lucian's relief increased the pressure on Claude's shoulders a lot, this child who was "specially cared for" only received a star rating in the first round, and if he failed to achieve a star or only one star in this round, it would basically be an early farewell to the successor trial of this year.

Getting a full star in the third and fourth rounds is a fantasy. From the third round of trials onwards, the results of the assessment will be determined by the ultimate mentors, which means that the requirements will be more demanding.

Claude ...... Just do your best. ”

Before Claude came to power, Lucian didn't know what words to use to motivate. Even at this moment, Lucian couldn't help but add a little comfort. In his heart, he almost blurted out "Big deal, come back next time".

The red-haired teenager walked onto the test stand. Strange to say, since the divine voice appeared in Claude's mind, his state of mind has never been calmer, although the situation is not optimistic, and his heart is somewhat apprehensive, but he can be regarded as calm.

The starry sword on Claude's back still attracted the attention of many people, including the elven messenger of this field.

"Excuse me, do you use a staff?" the elven messenger asked.

"Ah, no. I'll use my staff. Claude responded.

The elven messenger nodded, and stretched out his hand to signal that it was time to begin. Obviously, due to the previous precedent of Sivir and the overly refined appearance of the Starlight Sword, Claude, although his appearance is mediocre, has also provided many people with a lot of fantasies with this sword.

Claude picked up his staff as usual, and there was a slight sigh from the crowd of onlookers, presumably slightly disappointed that he hadn't seen his own weapon used for magic manipulation again.

Claude ignored the men's words, and his full attention was already focused on the three containers and the staff in front of him. It was not clear from a distance, until he held it in his hand, and Claude noticed that the staff seemed to be made of a special kind of wood, and the tip of the staff seemed to be twisted and gathered by branches, and on closer inspection, it resembled the spire of the Temple of Glory.

This round of assessment is not difficult to say, because most of the participants are beginners who have no knowledge of magic. This staff channels the user's potential, and the elements resonate with the staff by simply holding it. Sivir was able to cause a sensation solely because the way she manipulated it showed that she had a good level of mastery of elemental magic. Using a medium that does not have special abilities for elemental channeling, at least to the level of a mid-level mage. And a prospective successor, that's just an apprentice.

Claude took a deep breath as he always did, holding the staff in both hands and pointing first at the burning vessel of fire. The flames seemed to be brought to life and stretched slightly towards the staff. An invisible force makes it swell even more. Seeing this, Claude was secretly excited, but the good times did not last long, and after he raised the staff slightly at an angle, the flames suddenly lost their guidance, and sank down like a heavy object.

Claude was shocked, his previous joy vanished, and his face couldn't help but show a little nervousness. However, the flames did not react again, and no matter how much he shook his staff, there was no response.

"This ......"

Claude didn't understand why this was happening. This kind of situation is mostly encountered by those who have no magical talent. Even if there is only a little talent in the blood, this staff can reflect this talent to the greatest extent. In this way, does it mean that he is mediocre?

"Impossible!"

Claude roared in his heart, he couldn't accept such an outcome anyway.

The elven messenger who was the judge frowned, he would not be surprised by a person with mediocre talent, but because this child was the person that Queen Maritia paid attention to, and he was so mediocre?

"Okay, did you do your best?"

The elven messenger confirmed again.

"Wait!" Claude hurriedly exclaimed, "give me a little more time!"

The elven messenger nodded, but the flame did not react even more frantically as Claude urged the staff, not even a slight sway.

"Damn it, move, move!" Claude cried out more than once.

It seems that he is just a mediocre talent.

At this time, not only the elven messenger, but also more people who had an impression of "Claude" had such an idea. As for the elven messenger, he shook his head in disappointment and confusion.

"Alright, then......" the elven messenger slid his finger to the field where Claude's name was recorded, "so be it." ”

"Don't!" Claude exclaimed.

But looking at the expressionless elven messenger, Claude couldn't say anything other than shouting "don't".

Zero stars in the second round and one star in the first round......

That's the end of it?