Fes Royal Academy of Magic, Fran Arena.

Yusef and Otis were casting all kinds of high-level spells in the field, but their footsteps were still standing at the beginning, and they did not move a bit.

For them, even if they have a little bit of anger, they are not to the point of fighting for their lives, and most of them are still dominated by frontal magic bombardment, overwhelming people with momentum.

Although Otis is an arcane master and has many means, Yussef is still able to fight in a short period of time with a luxurious magic equipment, and he is not worthy of Otis at all.

But for the onlookers, with their eyesight, they couldn't see so many doorways, and they all exclaimed at the strength of the two and the ingenuity of their techniques.

"Aren't these two usually quite kind, why are they so ruthless all of a sudden?"

The students in the audience watched intently as they discussed with their friends.

"Don't you hear, these two seem to be competing for a student named Lis!"

"What kind of genius is this Li Si, he even alarmed the two big shots, and even grabbed the disciples."

"Isn't it, this is the vice president of the academy, and the other is also a master of magic patterns!"

"I also want these two to accept me as disciples, then I will definitely have no problem breaking through the silver level."

"Don't dream, do you know that guy named Lis? I guess I'm also a student of the academy. ”

"I don't know, I've never heard of a genius named Lis."

Maybe it's because Lees is usually too low-key, or maybe it's because he is considered to have no talent, and no one thinks that the disciple that Yusef and Otis are competing for is the non-existent Viscount Lees Kane.

Just as the smell of sparks between Yusef and Otis was getting stronger and stronger, the protective shield that lit up around the fighting arena suddenly disappeared in a burst of flickering, along with the high-level spell that the two had just cast.

What?!!

This sudden situation caught Yusef and Otis a little off guard, and they stopped and watched their surroundings vigilantly.

The faces of the students in the stands on the side were also pale, and the feeling of palpitations when the protective shield disappeared just now, and the huge fireball and wind blade were about to smash on them, made them feel a fear of death.

Just as they were about to ask what was going on, all the figures of the students flickered and disappeared from the stands.

By the time they recovered from the vertigo of teleportation, they found themselves in the plaza in front of the academy gates.

Everyone who was teleported over looked at each other, and the people passing by also looked curiously at the sudden appearance of this large group of students.

This, this, this. Did someone use crowd teleportation to teleport us here?

Who is such an exaggerated thing?

Some people have not yet recognized the reality and are messy in the wind.

Some people seemed to have thought of something, and turned their heads like crazy and hurried in the direction of the Fran Fighting Arena.

Yusef and Otis saw that all the students around them had disappeared, and their faces changed.

Is that an exaggeration?

Just when the two of them were suspicious, a gentle voice sounded in their ears.

"Long time no see, Otis."

"Why did you get into a fight with someone else?"

This is!

Otis heard this familiar voice, and his face was solemn and respectful.

Yussev next to him was a little puzzled, the voice was unfamiliar, but the person who wanted to speak was not an ordinary person.

A figure in a black mage robe appeared in front of the two, with a faint smile on the young and handsome face.

"Fran-sama!"

Otis immediately saluted respectfully at the first sight of the young man, and at the same time glanced at Yusev, who was standing beside him.

This one is. Dean of the Fez Royal School of Magic, legendary mage Fran Stephens!

Only then did Yusef realize who was standing in front of him, and hurriedly saluted with Otis.

Yusef had only been a member of the Fez Royal Academy of Magic for ten years, and when he joined the academy, the dean had already gone out to roam, so he had not met the first person in the kingdom, the only legendary mage.

However, in retrospect, the one in front of me is indeed seven or eight points similar to the portrait of the dean hanging in the office building.

Yussef was excited, it was really rare to see this legendary powerhouse, and the anger of the battle with Otis just now had all dissipated.

This is the head of the Fez's Royal Mage Corps, the dean of the Fez's Royal School of Magic, the legendary mage, the top of the plastic energy mage, and His Excellency Fran Stephens, the "Flame of Judgment".

This is also one of the reasons why Yussef chose to join the Fez Royal Academy of Magic, to be honest, although the resources provided by the academy are very rich, but as a master of magic patterns, Yussef can also get the same treatment elsewhere.

But this is not the case, although Yusef has traveled to many countries on the continent of Fanor, the only legendary mage who appears regularly is His Excellency the "Flame of Judgment".

Being able to get the guidance of a legendary mage is also one of the conditions for Yusef to join the Academy.

Fran tilted his head slightly, as if he had received information from Yusseff from the Academy's magical intelligent life, nodded and said:

"Yusef, yes, the young man is good, he has reached the level of a high-level magician at such a young age, continue to work hard."

"You can come to me during my time at the Academy."

Yusev was so excited that he didn't care at all that he was called a lad.

After all, after each life breaks through to the legendary level, its lifespan will be greatly extended, at least around five hundred years old, in addition to the legendary powerhouse There are various means to extend life.

So don't look at Fran's young face, but his actual age is definitely much older than his fifty-year-old self.

Hurriedly saluting again, Yusef said respectfully:

"Thank you for your generosity, Lord Stephens!"

"Hmm."

Fran turned to look at Otis and asked with a hint of a smile:

"So what's going on, Otis?"

"As soon as I came back, I saw you and Yussef competing here, and you, the deputy dean, are so idle?"

Otis is also familiar with the dean, and most of the affairs of the academy are handled by himself when the dean is away, knowing that the dean is making fun of himself.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that the hand is born and Yusev will practice."

"Oh?"

Seeing that Otis still wanted to hide it, the smile on Fran's face became stronger, and he turned his head to look at Yussev and asked:

"You say, Yussev. Why? ”

"Yes, Master Stephens."

Yusev straightened up, pointed at Otis and said indignantly:

"This vice president, if you have to rob my disciple, it's too much."

I don't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!

Otis directly made a triple sacrifice and bowed his head to ignore Yussef's accusations.

"That's right."

Fran touched his chin and became interested.

"What genius can make you a vice dean and a demon master compete for it? I'm curious, Otis. ”

(End of chapter)