The candidates for the assessment stood in a line, and several elves in light blue robes brought silver basins and placed them on the table. Later, another group of similarly dressed elves carried the pot and poured water into it, reaching halfway through the basin.

"It's that trick again?"

Diana had a mockery in her tone, glancing contemptuously to the left and right. Terami and the others were a little restless under Diana's remarks.

This is a tradition that has been passed down from the Temple of Glory for millennia. If you have any better suggestions, please suggest them for us to learn from. "These holy waters are purified by Queen Maritia using the power of ancient magic, and have always been used to see the inner world of the reference, our selection criteria have always been strict, even if the inferior and vulgar people are strong, we will not choose to become the inheritors." ”

"See what's going on?"

"Yes, this holy water is capable of unlocking the bather's latent memories. Good and evil will be seen at a glance. ”

"It's really 'equality', peeping into memories? ”

Diana frowned slightly, smiling, holding her hands in front of her chest, turning her gaze to the ten groups of candidates in Taichung, shaking her head from time to time, it seemed that none of them could enter the eyes of the law.

The participants were indeed mixed, race, size, age...... Claude and Lucian were probably the youngest of them, and there were a number of apparently adult Digans or beast spirits standing around them. There were a few elves among them, but they all stood at the back of the crowded line, and the position was quite empty.

This year's participants are indeed much more than in previous years, and according to preliminary statistics, the number has exceeded 1,000.

"Hey, what are you kids doing here? every ten years is not too long, are you so eager to come out and be embarrassed?"

In the crowd, a tall Digan man said to the Claudes with a disdainful expression. The push and shoving of the crowd obviously made him a little impatient, and the two children around him who were not even at the height of his chest were inexplicably a little obstructive in his eyes at the moment.

Claude glanced at him, responding with silence. Lucian, for his part, stuck out his tongue at him and grimaced in passing.

"Tsk, you two bastards!"

The man choked up with dissatisfaction, but the two children still did not respond, and they felt like they had punched the cotton, not only did the force disappear, but even they felt a little funny.

When Lucian saw that the man had turned his face, he approached Claude and said with a grin, "Look at this idiot, he has a dumb body, I guess he will not be the heir." ”

Claude pouted, "That being said, I think you're quite concerned." ”

"Why!"

"What are you two bastards talking about!?" the Digan man turned around angrily and choked.

"Next, number six hundred and thirty-five. ”

The elf standing by the holy water shouted at the crowd with a thick pile of paper in his hand.

"Is number six hundred and thirty-five here?"

The Di Gan man, who had been fighting with the two children before, hurriedly raised his right hand and shouted, "Here, here!"

Lucian covered his mouth and snickered, thinking to himself that this man was pretending to be superior, but in front of the people of the Glory Temple, he was not respectful and available.

"Huh, it's you again?"

As soon as the Dikan man stepped out of the crowd, he heard the voice of the elven messenger beside the holy water in some annoyance. The Di Yan man hurriedly nodded and smiled: "It's me, it's me, can I start?"

The elven envoy said coldly: "It's been three times, and there should be a limit to making trouble." In the Successor's Trial, the cheater will be permanently disqualified from the test, do we need to repeat it?"

"Be quiet, be quiet! Hey, buddy, just give me a chance!"

"Don't mess around, get out of here!"

The elf's tone was unceremoniously, and he even began to beckon the surrounding guards to maintain law and order, preparing to use forceful means to clear out. Seeing this, the Digan almost fell to his knees and hugged the thigh of the elf in front of him, which made many people around him laugh.

"Yo, I can't see that this person is so old? Lucian quipped.

Claude kicked the boy next to him, motioning to stop. For some reason, Claude was always disgusted by such behavior. Lucian shrugged his shoulders and looked at Claude innocently, indicating that his actions were justified.

"You know, some people's conceited and exaggerated talk is actually due to their inner vulnerability? ”

"That strange man always looks angry, it turns out that he has a weak heart!"

"Hahaha...... Let's get out there. ”

Amid the boos of everyone on the stage, the Di Gan man was finally dragged away by two guards. As the previous spirit had said, cheating was absolutely forbidden in the Temple of Glory. After all, being the heir means entering the upper echelons of the Queen's City, where there is no room for such sand.

After the Dikan was taken away, the elf in charge of this area continued to look through the roster in his hand.

"Next, Six Hundred and Thirty-Six!"

"Here!" Lucian excitedly raised his hand and turned to Claude as she said, "It's my turn!"

Lucian trotted over, stood up straight, cleared his throat, and said, "Hello, sir." I'm number six hundred and thirty-six, and my name is Lucian!"

The elven envoy looked down at the child in front of him, smiled and nodded, "Little friend, you look a little young. ”

"It's good to be young, there are more possibilities for being young. ”

Lucian raised his right arm and tried to squeeze his biceps, but the child's arm was really slender, and the scene was embarrassing for a while.

"Do you see this arm? in a few years, it's a strong muscle!"

Lucian said.

This scene amused many people, and Claude covered his face a little helplessly, silently saying "I don't know him, I don't know him".

"Hahaha, yes, yes, I'm looking forward to that day. So let's get started. The elven messenger smiled and spread out his right arm and pointed to the table.

However, Lucian's height was not enough, and the edge of the table in front of him was straight on his head. Lucian looked innocently at the elven messenger beside him.

The elven messenger closed the paper in his hand and placed it on the table, saying, "I'm sorry, please allow me to help. ”

After speaking, he spread his palms on the ground with his palms and recited a string of elven words in his mouth, and then slowly raised his arms upward. A flat platform on the ground then rose until it was high enough for Lucian to easily step on and look down on the tabletop.

"Please. Just dip your face in a basin and you're good to go. ”

Lucian nodded, leaning down and leaning into the water as instructed by the elven messenger.

This basin of water has an amazing magical power, like air. Lucian saw many familiar scenes in it, and when he looked closely, he realized that he was watching the bits and pieces from his childhood to adulthood from a third-person perspective. At first, several colors appeared around him, but as time passed, all but red began to fade, and Lucian gradually felt calmer than he had ever felt before. After a slight fluctuation, countless droplets of water slowly rose up on Lucian's feet, one of which was significantly larger than the others suspended in front of him, showing a crimson appearance.

"Oh, it looks like you've got pretty much talent. ”

The elven messenger was visibly surprised by the crimson droplet. Many people around looked at each other, and when they heard the messenger say this, they were a little jealous but didn't understand the meaning.

Lucian didn't know the mystery either, blinked his eyes, looked around again, and asked, "This color...... Do you mean I'm great?"

The elven messenger nodded in affirmation, "Yes." I can tell you that this means that you have the blood of a true warrior of the Dikan tribe, and perhaps one day become someone like Mentor Tellami. Congratulations. ”

These words caused everyone to exclaim, innate advantages often occupy an extremely important position, and many people's lifelong efforts are no match for extraordinary talent.

This made Lucian overjoyed, and turned his face to Claude for a while, shouting, "Did you hear, did you hear?"

Instead, Claude clapped with the people around him to celebrate, sharing the joy of the moment with his friends.

"But, kid, you'll have to get twelve stars in the next four rounds of testing, or you'll have to wait ten years to come back. The elven messenger added.

Talent is important, and strength is naturally important. The Temple of Glory never directly admits a successor because of its talent. Since the Third Age, many talented warriors and magicians have been ruined by their acquired efforts. Due to the lack of acquired efforts, it is still a piece of jade in the end, which is not of great use.

"I won't wait until ten years from now!" Lucian confidently gave the elven messenger a thumbs up.

The elven envoy nodded with a smile, continued to look at the roster in his hand, and shouted, "Next, number six hundred and thirty-seven." ”

Claude took a few steps forward, raised his right hand, and said, "Ah, I'm here." ”

Lucian could hear some nervousness in Claude's voice, then patted him on the shoulder and said, "Relax, although it is definitely not as good as me, it is no problem." ”

"Oh, good. Claude replied.

"Come on, just put your face in. There are a lot of kids like you who are participating at such a young age this year. The elven messenger smiled.

Claude nodded, and slowly stepped up the steps he had conjured earlier. He seemed hesitant, glanced back at Lucian, then at the elven messenger beside him, and finally at the silver basin in front of him.

Indeed, in Claude's upbringing, he had hardly seen these scenes, and he was inevitably afraid. In addition, Lucian's talent has been recognized at a very high level, and his deep self-esteem has made Claude worry about getting a result that is far inferior to Lucian.

Objectively speaking, these things are just indifferent episodes.

Claude swallowed, gritted his teeth, and smothered into the basin.

The water touched his cheek and slid it back, seemingly unconnected and intimately connected. Countless bubbles greeted you, and the scene in front of you was somewhat indescribable.

Snow, great wind and snow. The wind was blowing head-on, and Claude could even feel the biting cold.

Claude......

Claude......

Eklin ......

"Auditory hallucinations?" Claude asked himself.

In the field of vision, a female elf who had never been seen before, dressed in an elegant white dress and delicate silver-white ornaments, stood on a very high platform and looked into the distance.

Everything in front of him was so vivid that Claude narrowed his eyes to confirm the authenticity of it.

Because Claude can't confirm if this really happened.

"What are these?"

Claude did not reject everything in front of him, and felt a warm current surging in his heart.

The female elf turned her head slowly, her long hair covering her face. From the look of the female elf, you could tell that she was smiling at him, her eyes were gentle and kind......