What to do?

These words made the expressions of everyone in the conference room a little weird.

"Since Vice Chancellor Longfellow said that Egger Wilson couldn't pass the trial, there's no need to discuss it, right?" Someone said.

"But what if? What if he passes? ”

"Even if he passes, we won't really think of him as a master."

Another person spoke: "But the specific situation depends on what rights this heir has." ”

As he spoke, he looked at the figure sitting in the first place, still silent.

Compared with the fact that most of the people in the conference room are middle-aged and elderly, this figure looks particularly young, and can even be said to be a seven or eight-year-old child.

However, when many eyes converge on this child, the emotions that exist are basically respect and prudence, not contempt.

"The heir's authority is many, including but not limited to certain measures that prohibit a person from using the school, the ability to ignore any blockade magic and closed enchantments of the school, to have the highest level of reading qualification in the library, and to access all items in the repository at will."

Seeing that everyone had looked over, the child, who had a bare head and could not see his gender, spoke, and his voice was low, sounding like a complete adult.

"However, in order to successfully complete the heir trial, you need at least high-level wizard-level knowledge, at least high-level hunter-level physical fitness, you need to be no more than twenty years old, and, most importantly, you have done a lot of good deeds."

"A lot of good deeds?"

"During the days of the Duni Dynasty, the master of Fort St. Grant was regarded as a guardian, and his duty was to protect the people of the nearby area from the evil tides, and his heir, of course, had to shoulder this duty."

"As far as I know, the minimum requirement for competing for an heir is that no less than five hundred people need to be rescued, and if it is less than that, it will only be turned away."

"Some people may not be able to save a person in their lifetime, let alone five hundred."

These words made the people in the conference room laugh one after another, and Juliana on the side had to let go of some expectations in her heart depressed after hearing this.

"It seems that there is no need to discuss this topic at all."

……

As time passed, the answer sheets on the table had been filled one after another, and a wooden door that looked ordinary slowly appeared in the corner of the secret room that was originally closed.

Pushing open the door and looking, Melen found himself in an underground training ground.

As he walked through the torch-lit training grounds, he could feel a sense of squeezing coming from all directions, as if repelling his presence.

However, this feeling is not very obvious to Mellen.

After a little habitation, he made his way to the other end of the training ground.

After pushing open another door, Melen found herself in a gladiatorial arena.

The environment was relatively dim, the surrounding auditorium was empty, and on the opposite side of the venue, there was a row of iron cages with many huge figures.

"It doesn't look like a creature from this era......"

After carefully examining the contents of the cage, Meren cautiously pulled out the supposedly sharp bayonet from his magic pocket.

And then it didn't take long for him to realize that his actions were completely futile.

Because those monsters like griffins, giant spiders, and even pterosaurs, that is, they look scary on the outside, but in fact they are not only clumsy, but also not outstanding in defense.

He hacked them all to death in three or two strokes.

Meren then concluded that the sword in his hand was indeed very sharp, and it did not slow down even the bones of the monster, as smooth as cutting tofu.

After studying the corpses of these monsters for a while, he continued to walk towards another door in the depths of the arena.

Then I went through various scenes such as mazes, laboratories, libraries, and so on.

This trial seems to be testing Mellen's all-round ability, from combat to daily life, from the way of thinking to the concept of the world.

In some places, he copes with it very easily, but in other situations, it is very difficult to solve.

For example, a scene where he needs to sacrifice his heart to save a seriously injured and dying old woman, he thinks it is very ridiculous.

Although this is fake, the fake Mellen can't get this hand either.

But the strange thing is that after he was "stuck" in this level for more than half an hour, he saw a door appear.

This is true of some other similar difficulties, as long as you stay for a long time, an exit will naturally be born.

It seems that this trial does not require him to meet all certain requirements.

So eventually, Melen came to an iron door.

There is an inscription on the iron gate with a number of five hundred, and I don't know what it is for.

After pushing it open, I walked through a dimly lit corridor, and there was an iron door in front of me.

The mark is six hundred.

Then seven hundred, eight hundred, one thousand, one thousand and five......

"What does this mean? Putting the power of amusement to the test? ”

Mellen was puzzled by this.

But when he arrived at Gate 1900, he found that he couldn't push it.

This seems to be some kind of limit.

But before he could think about it, the surrounding environment instantly seemed to melt, distorting from one appearance to another.

Merlun then discovers that she is currently sitting in a dark, dusty chamber.

Across from him sat a golden skeleton dressed in an ornate robe.

The skeleton was not alive, it was slumped motionless on a high-backed chair with a classical shape, tilting its head, and it was obvious that it could not die again.

But on the table in front of it, there were three things that attracted Merlen's attention unconsciously.

A necklace, a scepter, and a suitcase.

There were no words, or even markings, that could tell what was going on in front of Melun's eyes.

But he pondered, maybe this was because he successfully "cleared the customs", so he got a reward?

Necklaces and scepters look ordinary.

The silver pendant of the former is an inverted triangle with a ring, which is clearly the symbol of Fort Grant.

The latter, about a meter long, appears to be made of pure gold throughout, with the tip shaped like an eagle's claw, clasping a black gemstone.

These two things don't seem to be of much use.

The last suitcase, with its brown leather appearance, startled Mellen when it was opened.

Because there is nothing in the suitcase, it is empty, with stairs and handrails, like a basement entrance!

This thing has a sense of déjà vu, and Mellen can't help but be interested.

After thinking about it, he first took out his wand, recited a spell and lit a milky halo on the tip of the battle, then spread the suitcase on the ground and strode into the space inside.

……

At the same time, when Meren appeared in the dark chamber.

Many of the high-ranking people in Fort Grant, who were discussing the mole in the conference room, suddenly heard a melodious horn sound from the depths of the school.

"What's going on?"

All eyes were drawn to the past.

"Seems to have come from the old campus?"

"Such a loud voice...... Has anyone gone to do a spell experiment? ”

As "modern people", they are completely unaware of the meaning of the existence of this trumpet.

However, after a brief discussion, the people in the conference room suddenly noticed that the "child" sitting in the main seat, whose expression had not changed since the beginning, had become very abnormal at the moment.

That seems to be ...... Startled?

"What's wrong with you, Headmaster Browning?"

Someone asked puzzled.