Bishop Frank had planned to promote the glory of the Lord again, but he was keenly aware of the state of the guests, so he left.

Lucy was a little embarrassed to find that this "idiot Tom" didn't seem to be so idiotic, but she still didn't want to marry a dead fat man!

"Master Sivi, can I learn magical magic from you?" Lucy pleaded again.

"Opportunity awaits those who are prepared!In three days, I'll hold an admissions test at the Ajaccio Wizards' Guild!Those who pass the test will become my students!" Sivi finally said his enrollment plan at the right time.

Sivi didn't plan to recruit another batch of young children, that would be too slow, and his first enrollment was mainly aimed at magical apprentices who had no mentor in Ajaccio and ordinary people who were literate enough to be intelligent.

Sivi, who had completed today's propaganda mission perfectly, had planned to go back to his room to continue his research on magic, but was blocked by a graceful figure.

"Mrs. Winschild?"

"Master Sivi, if you can play your epic music once at today's dinner, how about I agree to teach at your magic academy?" Mrs. Winschanel said on her terms.

Sivi bowed slightly, it seems that Mrs. Winschanel really has a deeper connection with music!

"As you wish!ma'am!" was supposed to be a win-win, and Sivi agreed.

Originally, the ballroom on the first floor of the Blue Castle was prepared with a harpsichord, and the arrival of Sivi and Mrs. Winscell, the most famous musician in Corsica, naturally attracted the attention of many people.

The eldest lady Natalia was being haunted by a somewhat pale and gloomy aristocratic young man at the moment, she had long been a little impatient, and when she saw Sivi sitting in front of the harpsichord and began to debug, her eyes flashed, and she said to the pale-complexed black-haired young man: "Naire, I want to enjoy the music of the master! Please calm down first, okay?"

The young man named Nail, who had just come all the way from the southernmost tip of Corsica, was the second son of Viscount Bonifat, and he was tall and thin, like a bamboo pole that would fall when it was blown away.

"Master, such a young master?" said Nayer.

The noisy environment did not bother Sivi in the slightest, and Sivi was brewing, and the piece he was about to play was another piece of music that was given to Mrs. Winschanel, "Forest of Dreams".

It's an ethereal and melodious piece of music, full of nature, and fits well with his current status as an elf.

The beautiful notes flowed in Sivi's hands, and the keys of the harpsichord rose and fell one after another under Sivi's hands, changing into a beautiful movement, and everyone closed their eyes, as if they had come to an endless lush forest, where the trees were shady, the birds were singing, and the sun was shining......

Sivi noticed that Mrs. Winschel had set up an emotional field, and he began to try to apply emotional magic to this movement.

He activated the memory of joy engraved in his body, and his whole person instantly became much lighter, and his hands became lighter, like a fledgling wandering on the branches in the morning, and like dew drops sliding along the delicate green leaves......

The joy of joy infected all the guests, and under the amplification of the emotional field, everyone was attracted by this dreamy music, and deeply fell into it, as if they had entered the most wonderful moment.

In the playing, Sivi felt the effect of emotional magic, at this moment he was deeply intoxicated, and soberly withdrawd, he felt the slow growth of his spiritual power, like a new sprout breaking through the ground.

Throughout the room, almost everyone's spirits were tuned to the same dimension by the music of "Dream Forest", and slowly, everyone in the entire Blue Castle, whether it was the host, the guest or the servant, all stopped what they were doing and poured into the banquet hall to enjoy this musical time.

Sivi's body became more and more excited at the moment, as if he had found the feeling of the palace master who had composed this movement in the first place, but his spirit became more and more ethereal and sharp, this was a kind of detachment, as if he had jumped to a higher level.

Finally, before the people had dispersed, Sivi looked at the banquet hall, which had become quite crowded, nodded in thanks to the few who were still awake—the Count of Bonaparte, the butler of Ochs, and Mrs. Winschanel—and then disappeared from everyone's view.

At this point, Sivi's appearance today has finally caused a sensation in the entire Corsica high society, and almost everyone regards what they have seen and heard today as the best talking point, and the Sun Elf mage from the Eternal Gathering Islands has become the focus of the story.

Xiwei, who returned to the guest room, secretly cheered for himself, today's performance was quite perfect, and it can be said that the admissions test in three days will definitely be successful!

Zero also jumped out and crawled on top of Sivi for a long time, finally squatting on top of Sivi's head, turning his carefully prepared hairstyle into a mess of grass.

"I've wronged you these days, Zero!" Sivi knew that this was Zero's petty temperament, and Zero had been busy for several days in a row, with little time to rest.

Corsica is much larger than Capraia, and it is a place where there are more people and more interesting people, and Sivi loves it and wants to start a journey to see the bustling metropolis of Paarina, to see the solemn place of St. Vanina, to see the dwarven fortress on the top of the snow-capped mountains, and to see the tranquil waters of the Evergiant Islands......

But there is always concern in my heart, about a gray tower in the distance and the trusting and adoring eyes of those young girls.

The schedule was tight, and although Sylvie had only been away from the Tower for a week, there was always a sense of urgency in his heart because of the failure of Villefort Jr. There is still time to see the beauty and beauty of this world.

Sivi dived into his heart and wrote down all his feelings about expanding the Land of Flames in the Heart Lake, including the part of the phoenix, on paper, and planned to give it to Meryl.

He is very optimistic about Meryl's future, and because of this, he can't do everything for her, and he has to let Haiyan go through a real storm in order to really grow.

As the ninth magic clock rang in the night, the celebratory feast at the Blue Castle finally dispersed, and many of the guests of Ajaccio departed in their carriages, with a few guests staying in the distance.

Sisters Natalia and Meryl, who have been in the spotlight for almost all day, finally have a quiet time.

The bright silver moon shone a faint light on the earth, and Natalia pulled Meryl to sit on the roof of the third floor of the Blue Castle.

"Sister, is our family's bloodline related to the wind?" Meryl asked, brushing her long hair that had been blown away by the evening breeze and looking up at the full moon in the sky.