The crystal ball suddenly brightened, blue and cyan shining like the sun, and a faint purple compared to the former was mixed in.

Seeing this scene, the people around him were stunned again.

The tester picked up the paper on the table with trembling hands, and said intermittently with no less shock than when he had just seen Lin Lei's test results:

"Ten years old, elemental affinity, water system, wind system, etc., thunder system and high level."

"Is it possible to test mental power?" Crete said with a smile on him.

"Please enter the magic circle." Again, the tester made a rare move.

Many of the surrounding nobles looked at Crete differently.

His elemental affinity is also superb, which means that he can refine his magic power in a short time, and the rest of the time can be used to exercise his mental power.

Like the mysterious boy named Lin Lei, this guy's future achievements must be limitless.

Crete stepped into the magic circle, and a gentle white light lit up with the urging of the testers, and a pressure applied to his soul.

Light Magic—Deterrence.

"Gradual coercion? It's very similar to the magic array laid out by the teacher.,It's interesting.。 ”

At this time, Crete still had the leisure to think about other things.

As time passed, the light of the magic array became brighter and brighter, and the same degree of intimidation became stronger, and the people in the entire church hall held their breath.

Crete was very relaxed in it at first, but as time passed, the light of the magic circle became brighter and brighter, and the oppressive force became more and more intense.

Gradually, he began to feel heavy and tired, and then began to fight against the tremendous force that was about to bring him down.

Crete's wheezing grew heavier, and it was as if a mountain had been pressed against him, and the pressure became heavier and heavier, making his legs tremble.

He lasted in it like this for a long, long time, and when the testers saw this, they immediately increased the operation of the magic array.

The pressure rose sharply, leaving Crete with no time to acclimatize, and he felt like he couldn't hold it anymore.

His body staggered as if it was about to fall, and sweat dripped down his forehead, trembling like a bow that was about to break because it was taut.

"Or just leave it at that?" Crete said to himself in the bottom of his heart.

Just when he was about to give up, this sentence suddenly appeared in his mind:

"Any fool can end himself at any time! This is the most cowardly and the easiest way out."

When faced with setbacks and difficulties, my mother would always tell her a story.

These are the words of the protagonist of that story, Paul Kochakin.

At that moment, Paul Kochagin persevered, and what he faced at the beginning was far more heavy and suffocating than what he was facing at this time.

Am I going to go along with my desires and just fall?

Is that all there is to it?

Did I really do my best to break the shackles and shackles that bound me?

No! It's not over yet.

This is far from your limit.

Crete took a deep breath, then exhaled softly, tensing his body and gritting his teeth against the sudden rise in pressure.

He endured the tremendous pressure that was constantly stacked in the magic array, and with perseverance, he forcibly supported his shaky body to prevent himself from falling.

"The pressure has been adjusted to the maximum." The tester muttered to himself.

Crete didn't know how long he had held out, but at the end of the day, his legs were on his knees, his hands were on the ground, his clothes were completely wet with sweat, and his brow was twisted into a rag.

"The mental power is 60 times that of peers, which is superb. The spiritual power is super, and the elemental affinity is super. The tester said to the crowd of onlookers with red faces.

At this time, a group of admissions officers from the Academy of Magic rushed in, draining the water around Crete, and enthusiastically introduced to him what kind of benefits would be given to him if I applied for their academy.

Crete ignored them, and looked for the mysterious young man named Lin Lei, but he didn't find it, he should have left.

At this moment, a gap was suddenly opened in the crowd, and the air was filled with quiet sounds.

"Crete Edward, we, at the Ernst Academy, cordially invite you to become a member of our Academy."

A middle-aged man in a white robe walked in through the gap and said calmly to Crete.

"Dear sir, I am proud to be a member of the Ernst Academy." Cretan courtesy was exercised towards him.

After patiently listening to the middle-aged man in the white robe and the precautions for the freshman report, Crete got the acceptance letter from Ernst College and prepared to leave the church.

"He's from the Edwards." Someone is whispering behind your back.

"Crete Edward? He seems to be the third son of Duke Dale. ”

"I heard that he has been carefully cultivated by the family magician since he was a child, but I didn't expect his talent to be so demonic."

Crete wanted to get rid of the whispers around him as soon as possible, and he didn't like to be discussed behind his back, which would make him feel uncomfortable.

It's chattering, it's annoying.

Without looking back, he walked in the direction of the exit.

After returning home with the housekeeper Victoria, Dale, who had received the admission letter from Ernst College, did not show much joy on his face.

The handsome middle-aged man first retreated from Victoria, and then led Crete to the study on the first floor.

"I would like to ask you, what do you think of today's achievements?" He quietly lit the fireplace, picked up a thick ancient book, sat down in front of the fireplace, and set Crete aside and read it.

The soft glow of the fireplace is emitted by a type of alchemist-treated firewood, which burns at almost 100% the same temperature as the surrounding environment, making it ideal for non-winter burning.

"Very good, accepted to Ernst College." Crete did his best to make his tone seem light-hearted and natural, but it was self-defeating.

"When you were nine years old, your mental strength was fifty times that of your peers, and now a year has passed, and this is the result of your mental power test?" Dale handed him the letter of acceptance from Ernst College and continued to read without looking up.

Crete took the acceptance letter from Dale's hand, and felt as if a boulder had been pressed on his chest that made him unable to breathe, which was even more uncomfortable than the last moment of today's mental strength test.

No matter how he pretends to be relaxed, when he really faces this person, he will always be so uncomfortable and breathless.

Dale glanced at Crete, his eyes were like a sharp blade, this sharp blade was not a Chinese swordsmanship that had become a showmanship, nor a Western swordsmanship that showed off his skills, but a Japanese kendo that killed him.

At this point, Crete felt as if he was going to be killed.

"Since your dream is to become the greatest magician on the continent, think about what you should do and how hard you should go." Dale flipped the page, then waved at Crete, signaling that he could go.

This remark caused Crete to be more emotionally volatile than any harsh remarks.

He slowly stepped back with grievances, and then cautiously closed the door.

"What's wrong with you? Dear Crete? A soft female voice suddenly came from behind him.

The owner of the voice is not tall, and she wears an elegant and simple skirt, which looks a little plain, but it perfectly sets off her slender figure. The long blond hair that fell down to the waist was very thick, and the hairstyle was simple, just tied back casually. Her skin was as white as snow in winter, her eyes were as clear as a spring, so pure and flawless, like an angel, it was unbearable to hurt.

This is Crete's mother, Dale Edward's wife, Jane Edward, whose appearance has not changed in the slightest over time, and is still the same as when she was a girl.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing. Crete said to her.

"I don't believe it." Jane said to Crete that it was so abrupt and excessive to say it in someone else's mouth, but it seemed so natural to come out of her mouth.

Crete opened his mouth to explain something, but he didn't know how to respond.

Jane seemed to see his embarrassment, touched his head dotingly, smiled and said, "Okay, it's okay, you can tell me when you want to talk about it." ”

"Okay." Crete nodded, feeling warm in her heart.

"Mother, I'll go back to my room to practice first."

"Hmm." She nodded slightly, and watched Crete go a long way.

As Crete went upstairs, he vaguely heard the voice of singing coming from the study on the first floor, it was Dale's voice.

The language of this song does not belong to any language in the Magnolia Continent.

It comes from another world, a blue planet called Earth, an ancient civilization known as China.