Chapter 192

In the stunned gaze of a group of apprentices, the black haired wizard who boarded the balcony from nowhere jumped down from mid air, staggered in mid air for several times, landed on the open space of the patio like a falling arrow, knelt down on one knee, and the "tree heart" of his right hand lay behind him.

Slowly get up, the calm looking Lauren slowly calmed his fast jumping heart, and the spiritual palace in the depths of consciousness gradually returned to tranquility.

The original restless open space suddenly became much quieter with the "unique" appearance of the black haired wizard.

"... is this, is this a wizard or a mercenary who doesn't know where to come out?!" verlo Bellini, who was stunned for a long time, was almost speechless and his eyes were still twitching: "all the wild Wizards of lottel have such skills?!"

"Who knows, maybe." Baudelaire's expression was as calm as ever, but he couldn't help feeling a little happy - it's really rare to frighten the ignorant bastard verlow into this appearance.

"I'm very sorry to meet you in this way. Please accept my apologies." the calm black haired wizard stepped forward and bowed to the Wizards weirluo and bodrell: "I got the news this morning, so I had to come as soon as possible. I hope it won't be too abrupt!"

"Don't be too busy with polite words. We haven't officially recognized you as a wizard, Lord Ayn Rand!"

Weirlo Bellini snorted coldly and looked contemptuously at Loren, who was sweating and wearing a simple black wizard robe: "before you become a wizard, you should understand that this is not just an identity - we are scholars and truth explorers, not cheap mercenaries and thugs in pubs!

Maybe there's no difference in the countryside of lottel, but this is eboden. The nine pointed star wizard tower can never admit a trickster! "

The atmosphere has become tense.

There was some unexpected smile on Lauren's face. He didn't expect that the wizard he had never seen was aimed at himself, and he couldn't even find any reason.

Is it that the Wizards of eboden have such a mocking face, or is this adult special?

"Your Excellency, I believe these are just misunderstandings." the black haired wizard nodded and said sincerely: "if I did something that doesn't conform to the rules and hurt you, please accept my apology again."

"The only thing you need to apologize for is your arrogance, your excellency ayin Turin." bodrell, who always has a straight face, has a cold voice and can't see any expression on his tight face: "this is the mentor of Alto Bellini alchemist, your excellency vello Bellini. You need to be humble in front of this surname!"

Verlot Bellini, who was introduced by Baudelaire, immediately showed a complacent expression, raised his flat nose and looked at the despondent "lottel hillbilly" in front of him with his white eyes!

Loren, who lowered his head slightly, recognized the meaning of this sentence and inadvertently looked at Baudelaire - he was reminding himself of the identity and relationship of the wizard.

The wizard of the Bellini family is also the mentor of Alto who created a medicine that can cure all diseases. This is a role that needs to be careful.

"I really don't know that the results of the original apprentice can also be displayed in front of others!"

A very disdainful and sonorous voice came out from the crowd. Verlo Bellini, who had just pulled up, was like a mouse stared at by a beast. He trembled and winced and saluted behind him:

"Master Robel freswalker!" bodrell turned quietly and bowed calmly to the old man with a pipe, while weierluo, who was sweating all over, didn't even dare to lift his head.

"What are you doing here without looking at your precious apprentice?" freswalker glanced askance at verlow, his head lowered deeper.

At the same time when the old man arrived, the remaining two wizards in charge of auditing followed him and bowed to master freswalker, which made verlow's face even more embarrassed - it's nothing to be despised by Baudelaire, but if the master was humiliated in such full view, his reputation would be ruined.

"I, I think since it is to test the level of a caster, as a spell expert recognized by the nine pointed star wizard tower, I should be qualified..."

"The nine pointed star wizard tower admitted that it was Alto Bellini and the rich family behind you - you know your own level, do you want me to say?!" the old man was very shameful, picked up his pipe and smoked twice: "who is the person in charge of today's test?"

"I, master freswalker." Baudelaire calmly came forward: "ain Rand is the wizard I nominated. According to the rules, I am responsible for his test."

"Then you'll be the presiding judge, and we'll be responsible for the evaluation." the old man nodded and glanced at weierluo with his head down next to him: "what are you doing there? Come here soon!"

"Yes, yes!" weierluo, who was almost soaked, quickly followed with a smile, but his right hand was clenched into a fist.

Wait, you old man, I'll have to let Alto clean you up sooner or later!

When the four wizards were ready, bodrell turned around again and nodded at Loren with a motionless look: "good, Lord Ayn Rand, although the test was advanced for various reasons, I hope you have been fully prepared."

"I'm ready." nodding slowly, the black haired wizard felt countless pairs of eyes staring at himself, and the apprentices gathered around held their breath.

"According to the tradition of the nine pointed star wizard tower, the level of a wizard's spell learning is generally determined by the proficiency and complexity of the high-level spell used by the other party." bodrell raised his right hand slightly to Loren: "you can show what you have learned now. As for the level, we have our own judgment.

Of course, if you think such a test method can not reflect your real achievements, you are also allowed to appeal - but whether you accept it or not will be decided by our vote! "

With that, his eyes fell on the black haired wizard. Although his expression did not change, his eyes seemed to be looking forward to something, waiting for Lauren's answer.

This is a test co hosted by five wizards and participated by master freswalker. In full view of the public, if Loren can't produce enough amazing results, it is absolutely impossible to be recognized!

"I appeal to change the way of testing."

With a confident expression, the black haired wizard said in a deep voice.

Baudelaire raised his eyebrows, but restrained his amazement: "tell me your reason, Lord ayin Rand."

"There is only one - I think that just relying on the level of the spell is far from enough to reflect the level of a caster. As we all know, the title of high-level magic spells is actually very broad. Strictly speaking, all large-scale magic spells can be included in the category of high-level magic spells!

If so, how can we judge by the degree of complexity and proficiency? Some high-order magic spells may not be so complex as to be unimaginable, but they have extremely powerful practicability; while others are designed for a special situation, and there is no comparability between them.

So I appeal here to change the way of testing. "

The voice of the black haired wizard still echoed in the open space in the middle of the patio. The two wizards on the jury looked at each other, while weierluo disdained to turn his mouth and didn't take what Loren said seriously.

Master freswalker, smoking his pipe, squinted, as if he had guessed that the dark haired wizard would do so, and could not see his expression at all

"What kind of evaluation method do you want to use?" bodrell continued, seeing that Loren was so confident and somewhat expected, "if this method is unfair, as you said."

"In fact, it's very simple..." the black haired wizard slowly raised the "tree heart" of his right hand and replied with unparalleled calm: "I designed a new way of casting spells."

"What did you say --?!!"

"I said, I created a new way of casting spells."

In an uproar, Loren finally raised his mouth: "although the explanation time may be a little long, please listen to me patiently..."