Bird saw two more acquaintances, it was Balk and the priest Cyril who had been in the tavern before, and Balk was standing to Cyril's left, supporting Cyril.

Bird frowned slightly, he and this priest had only been seen for a few months, how could this priest age so quickly, Bird could see the priest Cyril's black and white gray hair from such a distance.

At this time, both of them were dressed in civilian clothes, and it was impossible to tell that one of them was a priest and the other was his apprentice. Balk tried to support Cyril and go up with him to the stone platform, but was stopped by two men in brown linen robes in front of him.

"Only one person is allowed to pass"

"But he can't even walk," Balk grumbled, with some dissatisfaction.

"We're here" One of them stopped Balk directly, and the other picked up Cyril directly and walked to the stone platform.

'I don't know what these two people are doing?' Bird could vaguely see that Cyril was now skinny, and it seemed that he had experienced something, and his vitality seemed to be constantly flowing.

Seeing this, Balk had to take a sharp breath and endure it for the time being, but his fists were firmly clenched, and there was no blood.

The wizard holding Cyril's brown linen robe pressed Cyril's hands directly against the transparent stone, waiting for a moment without any response.

The brown linen-robed wizard's attitude seemed to have changed a little, and he walked directly to the other end in three steps and threw Cyril directly to the ground, but fortunately there were acquaintances such as Old Man Xi Bastian in that place, and quickly helped him up.

Balk bit his lip at this time, and Bird could see that Cyril really seemed to be in a state of inhaling less and exhaling more.

'I don't know what happened to Cyril, the priest,' thought to himself.

Now it's Balk's turn.

Led by another wizard, Balk walked briskly towards the transparent stone, and just a few steps along the way came the wizard who had just thrown Cyril to the ground, Balk paused, but returned to normal in an instant.

Bird could see that Balk seemed to have a great deal of approval for Cyril, far beyond his own respect. If he tried to persuade him not to join the Holy See now, Bird probably wouldn't be of any use. The priest Cyril did have some skills at buying people's hearts, and in just a few months, Balk took him so seriously.

Balk was extremely surprised at this time, he seemed to have seen this transparent stone, and he felt extremely familiar. But the current situation did not allow him to think about it, he was a little sluggish for a moment, and then he was directly pressed by the wizards next to him to press his hands directly on the transparent stone in front of him, he tried to struggle, wanted to withdraw his hands, but was firmly pressed, even if this person's strength was not really much.

The moment Balk's hands touched the transparent stone, he saw a stream of green seep out from the junction between his palm and the transparent stone, quickly disintegrating and expanding like ink droplets into water. The 'droplets' were not just a little bit, but like a trickle, they continued to flow from Bird's palm towards the transparent stone.

I saw that the stone changed from transparent to light green, green, dark green, until finally the green shiny and black. Everyone on stage froze, including Balk himself.

At that moment, Oss suddenly clapped his hands and applauded.

"You're qualified! You have the potential to become a full-fledged wizard. Oss was extremely happy at this time, walked directly to Balk's side, and said with a smile, "Young man, do you want to become a wizard with extraordinary strength?"

"Don't want to" "Huh?" Oss frowned slightly, as if he felt that he had heard something ridiculous.

"Don't want to?" Oss asked again tentatively.

"I really don't want to" Balk shook his head quickly, he wanted to withdraw his hands now, but at this time he was still pressed against the discolored stone.

Bird wasn't surprised that Balk didn't want to be a wizard. Because he now has a better choice, to become a priest, and as a chosen one.

But the only thing that surprised Bird here was when did this Balk have such excellent wizarding potential, and when he used the test crystal to test him before, he was just an ordinary person.

"Angelo, what does this test crystal mean by glowing green?" Bird seemed to think of something.

"It proves that this young man's wizarding attribute is biased towards plants, and the brighter the green light, the better the potential of this type."

"What's the matter with that blackening?" Mia asked curiously, staring at the test crystal and seeing that it was safely darkened.

That proves that this young man's potential is so bright that it can't be brighter anymore, and it goes straight down. This young man's plant-based spells had great potential, but it would be a great challenge for him to learn other types of spells. ”

When Angelo talks about plants, he plays right into Bird's heart. Now that Balk's wizard has such extraordinary potential, and he has come from nothing, and he is also linked to plants, it must be the effect of the fragment of the godhead of the goddess of the forest.

The thought that he had given such a miraculous effect to Balkbird was slightly heartbroken at this time, but the matter had come to this point, and it was impossible to change.

Naos was furious when he heard that Balk didn't want to be a wizard.

"Don't want to, don't want to, do you believe that I strangled this old man to death in front of you?" Oss roared, pointing at Cyril, the priest who had been pushed aside.

Balk didn't speak, just stared at the clear crystal in front of him.

"Take him away!" Oss threw his robe directly on the face of a wizard in brown linen robes, and only a snap was heard, but the wizard did not dare to open his mouth to cry out in pain. He agreed, and then pressed Balk towards the hotel next to the square.

Balk stopped beside Cyril for a moment, glanced at Cyril, and wanted to help him up to see if he was injured, but he was directly pushed and kicked by the wizard behind him, and Balk suddenly fell forward with some unstable center of gravity.

The wizard in the brown linen robe was obviously taking revenge on Balk, who had just slapped his face, and he had to recover some interest no matter what, of course, from Balk, the weakling.

Balk hurried a few more steps forward to stabilize his figure, but he was already a little far away from Cyril.

Balk looked back a few more times, and saw that Cyril was being surrounded by the old man of Xi Bastian and others at this time, as if he had put down some burden, and walked towards the hotel with a little ease.