Looking at the little snow-white fox in front of him, Rhodes vaguely realized that for this orc who legally belonged to him, he probably did not need to observe the politeness of human interaction. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"I'll take a look at it, I'll see it. He squatted on the side of the bed and said to the little silver fox as if pleading: "Good Yin'er, you are all full, and you have the strength to transform, right?"

"Woo-" The little silver fox swept away the beef on the plate and the tea in the cup, and at the moment only lay quietly on the soft bed and looked at the new master, although he was frightened and frightened under the comfort of the Duchess's magic, but after all, he was a newcomer, his fluffy white tail flicked against the bed, and his dark brown eyes looked nervously at the boy.

"Change one. He reached out and scratched her chin, but the little silver fox didn't dodge, squinted his eyes and enjoyed the meeting, and flatteringly stuck out his tongue and licked the palm of his hand...... It tickled his heart even more.

He never thought that when he was a child, he stepped on the tail of his mother's big black cat, and as a result, he could never hold it again, and the little silver fox was not an animal, but he was afraid that he would hold a grudge even more.

"Xiao Luo. A crisp voice shouted outside the door, "Don't hide in the house, I'm coming!"

It was Frisi who came, and he was soft on copying other people's homework, and he didn't dare to slack off on this little friend, so he could only let go of the little fox at hand first, and hurriedly found the wooden sword and went out to receive him.

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I thought it would take a long time for the little silver fox to get used to this new home, but in fact...... After being appeased by her hostess, she showed an unusual self-familiarity, and after only a few days she was "reserved and timid" and began to walk out of the door to get acquainted with everything in the mansion, and took the corner of Rod's soft bed as her nest.

Little Silver Fox's IQ is only higher than normal, and she has taken to heart what several members of the Foster family, especially the Duchess and Roy, have said in front of her, and it is really no good to run away directly...... And the food here is delicious, the accommodation is warm and soft, and the "host" is also nice to her. The fear of cold, hunger, and death temporarily overwhelmed the yearning for freedom, so she obediently stayed, playing the role of a pet in peace.

It's never too late to find a way to escape when you're older, she thought.

And the good old days of the big black cat in the house came to an end, and it was like the real master of the mansion - when he wanted to eat, he went to the kitchen and meowed, and when he was full, he lay down wherever he wanted: the roof of the house, the chaise longue of the lady in the garden, the big bed in the duke's room, and even the lap of Archmage Raven or Miss Roy, whom every man coveted—the emperor did not have the same level of enjoyment. Now there is an uninvited guest in the house, the little fox who has never seen a cat is quite interested in this fat big guy, the big black cat is well-informed and cunning, but it is completely incomparable with the clever little fox man. Neither as smart nor as agile as the other party, it was quickly tricked into disgrace, and finally had to give in to this newcomer in shame.

Rod liked the little silver fox very much, but what made him helpless was that the little guy always refused to turn into a human form, only ate and slept like a real pet and then waged his tail to his master, at most the cat meowed at him twice...... Rhodes sometimes couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that the slave stall owner took advantage of the fact that he was going home to get the money, and what he brought home was an ordinary pet fox?

It's impossible, my mother could see at a glance that this was a "vixen", and she couldn't be wrong...... How can she turn back into human form, Rhodes tried his best but failed one by one. As graduation season approaches, the pressure of studying grows, and the boy's budding curiosity about the young opposite sex is quickly drowned out by a bunch of things. Two weeks after the siblings' sixteenth birthday, the graduation exams began.

The exams for the culture classes were soon over, and Rhodes was not worried about the results - he was not competing for a place like his sister, and there was absolutely no way he could fail any of them. Ever since he was notified to his parents for the first time he failed a subject a few years ago, and then locked up in the house by his mother for a few weeks of one-on-one tutoring, he has vowed never to fail a subject again in his life.

After the Imperial Reform, a 100-point system was implemented in the academy, with a passing score of 60, and since that painful lesson, his grades have been stable between 70 and 80 points, and he never takes a high test, and never takes any risks or touches the passing mark for fun. Rod often comforts himself with the method of mental victory - he spends less than one-tenth of his sister's energy on studying, but he can score seven out of ten or more on her, so he is actually more efficient!

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Today is a test of spell-casting ability, and the test item is to use the fireball technique to bombard an adult-sized target ten meters away. "Fireball", a vulgar form of magic, is known for its unrivaled destructive superiority over low-level magic, and is used more times a day than all other spells combined.

For mature mages, fireball is an easy spell to cast, but it is very suitable as a graduation assessment item for a secondary college. Its advantages are numerous, and it can be summed up in one sentence: it is a low-level, simple, intuitive, but complete magic - from the operation of the magic in the body, to the absorption of free fire magic elements, to the condensation of spell shaping, finding the target and finally throwing it, there is no mistake from beginning to end. There is no more manipulation of all magic - no matter how powerful and complex the magic is, it is just a more efficient combination of the above steps and multiple casting, which is the framework for spellcasting.

Fireball, while not demanding on will, concentration, and magical mastery, allows for a thorough investigation. Ninety-nine out of a hundred people can sense magic, but a complete spell can single out the "caster" from the crowd.

One student after another completed the test, and sorcery was the only subject in all disciplines that could be graduated without a test, after all, it was not necessary or possible to teach magic to everyone - the purpose of this test was to select a special group of people who would like to become mages: eighty points would qualify for tuition-free admission to a more advanced magic college, and a score of more than ninety points would allow you to apply for a scholarship. These rules gave many commoner children who had never been exposed to magic in their lifetime the opportunity to enter the field - provided that they served the empire after completing their studies.

Being able to condense a fireball and launch it means passing, and being able to use the fireball technique to knock down a target ten meters away by eighty points. As for the remaining twenty points, it depends on other details - whether the casting process is smooth and beautiful, the power of the magic, the efficiency of the use of the magic, and even the subtlety of the fluctuations in the cast...... There's a bunch of weird judging criteria.

In the Colosseum-like indoor venue, the examination continues, and the surrounding staircase-like auditorium is filled with new students and students and aristocrats who have come to see the excitement. At the loud shouts of the teacher, the name of "Roy Foster" was called, and the girl stood up from her seat, reached out to smooth the folds of her clothes, raised her head and walked calmly into the center of the field under the gaze of hundreds of eyes, and stood straight in the casting position.

"Let's get started. The chief examiner was the vice president of the academy, a gray-haired but energetic old man, who did not hide the look of appreciation in his eyes, and nodded to the girl who was ready.

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After adjusting his breathing, Roy stood sideways towards the target, quietly raised his hand, his lips moved slightly, and a blue-white flame quickly appeared in the palm of his white, delicate and accurate gesture, and the fire flickered steadily. Under everyone's gaze, the caster shook his wrist before the fire burned him, and the fire quickly gathered into an ellipsoid and flew towards the target, blasting the heat-resistant target to pieces with a crisp pop.

With a dignified appearance, a calm demeanor, and movements as smooth and graceful as flowing water, the girl not only did not pronounce the spell, but even the mana fluctuations were suppressed to an almost imperceptible level, but the final destructive power was far beyond the normal level. A textbook-like perfect spell casting demonstration, coupled with a beautiful face and slim posture, can be described as pleasing to the eye. Applause immediately broke out in the room, the boys clapped their hands and looked at her with fanatical admiration, several examiners also smiled and applauded gently, and Roy's face remained unchanged at all, bowing slightly to the examiners and leaving the venue, walking back to his seat.

"It's definitely a hundred points, unless those female examiners are jealous. Friss squeezed Rhodes with her elbow and laughed gloatingly, revealing two small tiger teeth: "It's good that I'm in front of her, and you're next, isn't it stressful?"

"There's hairy pressure, I don't want a full score!" The young man stood up angrily, walked towards the venue, stood to the position and waited for the examination room staff to set a new target and leave, and then directly recited a mantra aloud. As the mana quickly converged, a red fireball the size of an apple formed in the palm of his hand, and he flicked it out in time, knocking the target down with ease. Having finished the operation, he impatiently left the spot...... He can't be the calm and steady standard mage demeanor of his sister, and he doesn't want to stand on the field for a moment, he wants to be a hero who slays dragons with a sword!

After a few examiners briefly discussed a few words with each other, the exam continued without the slightest wave, eighty points have been stabilized, and the remaining twenty points are for those teachers to look at, and it is useless for him to score high.

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