Loras scrutinized the weapons on the rack, and he removed the sword from his waist and placed it on the ground, moving his muscles and bones in place.

Ellie lowered her head and pulled a bow and arrow from the quiver, put on the white blue bow, and began to aim at the dummy's head.

"Whoosh~!" the sound of the bow and arrow breaking through the air suddenly broke the silence around him.

"Good archery!" a man's voice came from behind the two of them.

They looked back, but laughed out loud out loud.

Owen is a military minister of the Imperial Army, and his strength has only reached the sixth order.

However, with the rich experience accumulated over the years on the battlefield, he knows more about the control of power than the warriors of the same rank.

It's just that because of his lack of talent, he will always stay in the awkward position at the junction of the middle and high levels.

What made them laugh was that Owen was actually bald!

His eyes were piercing under his thick eyebrows, and he wasn't tall, about the same size as Loras, but he looked solid.

"You're Loras and Ellie, aren't you?" Owen asked, walking up to the two of them.

"Hmm!" the two of them struggled to hold back a smile.

"I'm the teacher in charge of martial arts instruction in the future, just call me Owen. He seemed a little shy and scratched the top of his bare head with his fingers.

"I heard that you passed the third-order swordsman assessment a few days ago. Owen asked in a soft tone.

"Yes, my sister has also reached the standard of a second-order archer. Loras nodded.

"That's a good start, I've heard that you're from a small town in the south called Willow, and at least you're much better than the pampered little kids of the aristocratic lords. Owen looked helpless at this time.

He would often give martial arts instruction to some aristocratic children in his spare time, but usually he was released with pigeons. The aristocracy held magicians in high esteem, but were prejudiced against warriors.

After all, the Titan Empire was a peaceful country in its political attitude, and the tradition of worshipping literature and light military force has been followed to this day.

"Then let's get started!" Owen said as he walked over to the weapon rack and smiled back at the two of them.

"You guys pick the weapon you're good at first, I want to see your strength first. ”

"Teacher, I can only use bows and arrows...... " Ellie said with some embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter, as an archer, you generally only need to hide behind your companions, and you don't have too high requirements for close combat ability. Ellie was a little disappointed when she heard this.

"Show me your weapon~" Owen noticed the change in the girl's expression and walked up to Ellie and said.

Ellie was stunned for a moment, then handed the white blue bow to Owen.

"The short bow made by Bai Lanyu is worth a lot of money, where did you get it?" Owen was slightly surprised.

"It was given to me by a strange old woman, saying that it was to be returned to its rightful owner......" Ellie shuddered, recalling that night.

"It's a strange thing, but the bow is very malleable, so it doesn't take a lot of force to pull the string apart easily. Owen said as he raised the bow to his shoulders and gave it back to Ellie.

Loras picked out a long sword and weighed it in his hand.

Owen hooked his hand at Loras and said, "You try to attack me." ”

Loras hesitated, because the other party had no weapon in his hand, and he was wearing only an ordinary silk robe.

"Why are you still stunned?"

Loras let out an oh and lunged at the other's chest.

I saw that Owen did not dodge, but slowly clamped the blade of the sword that was quickly chopped with two fingers, and with a flick, the long sword turned into iron filings and slowly fell.

Loraston's face changed drastically: this familiar picture was exactly the same as the way Kyle of the Thunder Knight cracked his own attack that day!

He seemed to see a strong right hand slamming his neck and shaking his head violently, which turned out to be just an illusion.

The feeling of powerlessness at that time hit like a tide at this moment, and Loras was stunned and almost fainted.

Fortunately, Owen noticed the swordsman's abnormality and hurriedly stepped forward to support Loras's body.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?!"

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"How long will it take? I'm going to break my foot!" Rodrith grumbled angrily.

"It's almost there. It's not a good sign that you can't bear it like this. Shiloh said with a frown.

The two of them were on their way to the Magic Guild at this time, and the muddy path was overgrown with thorns. To Rodleys' surprise, the headquarters of the Magic Guild was set up in the northern suburbs of the imperial capital.

After a few moments, the magic headquarters was in front of Rodrith's eyes. He looked at the tall building curiously, feeling a little timid in his heart.

There was no wall or anything like that outside the headquarters, instead there was a magical enchantment flowing with magical power, and ordinary people couldn't enter inside.

The Magic Guild is divided into three main areas: on the left is the Spire for magic trials. Rodrith counted thirteen.

On the right is the place where magicians practice their skills, and where the magic level test is also held.

The large cylindrical building in the middle is where the magicians who hold positions in the Magic Guild usually conduct their affairs, and there is also an auditorium dedicated to receiving VIPs.

"I'll take you directly to meet Master Ollie, who specializes in the assessment of magic levels. Shiloh walked up the white staircase and said to Rodrith beside him.

Ollie looked at the magic apprentice in front of him and said helplessly, "Your magic power has only reached the level of an apprentice, and it is obvious that you don't know anything about the skills of hand-to-hand combat. ”

Shiloh was not surprised when he heard such an evaluation, and sighed: "In short, you write his name into the roster first, and I will figure out how to improve my strength." ”

Shilo Fisdar, as a magician who has stepped into the Holy Order, if he accepts an unqualified magic apprentice as a student, this is spread out, and he can't help but laugh and be generous.

"Is it true that my strength is only at the level of an apprentice?" asked Rodlis, a little ashamed, on the way back.

"Your mana limit is very low, not even half of that of a full-fledged magician! And judging from the results of the evaluation, when you cast magic, you will always consume some unnecessary mana. ”

Shiloh paused, then continued: "This directly causes the magic you release to be very unstable, and it will not be able to exert the effect of the magic itself. ”

The magic apprentice was deeply shocked when he heard this, and walked dejectedly, usually like a chatterbox, but now he was silent.

"I'm already able to release the fireball technique with one hand, why can't I meet the standards of a full-fledged magician?" Rodrith muttered quietly, his heart full of melancholy at the moment.

"Don't be too disappointed, there was an unexpected surprise in the assessment. Shiloh looked at the magic apprentice's dejected expression and couldn't help but feel a little funny.

"What else could it be, alas, never a real magician anyway. Rodrith waved his hand and said weakly.

"I can't imagine that your spiritual power has even surpassed the level of a mid-level magician!"

"Mental power...... What is this?" the magic apprentice immediately stopped, his face full of bewilderment.