Chapter 7 Boiling in North County

The results of it?

They didn't see any criminals, only two black people, and the straw man who had been placed in the open space and used as a symbolic target, all turned into powder.

Not far away, the vice-captain of Viri was stunned, and he could even put an egg in his open mouth.

And a little farther away were Sir Fam Brando and several of his servants who were paralyzed on the ground in fright.

"Oh my God, what did I see?" Willie couldn't believe his eyes.

His former ex-captain once told him that if he was an excellent mage seedling, he could use that crystal ball to release a fireball and beat a certain straw man into scum.

What does he see now?

A row of ten straw men were all gone. The ground is full of black ash and a small amount of dry grass that has not been completely burned.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Both the old and the young were coughing desperately, and both of them were choked by the thick smoke brought by the fire.

"Sasha." The old mage called his deputy, with indescribable ecstasy in his voice: "Notify old Mike, bring the bottle of wine I treasure! I found the treasure!"

"Baby!? What baby?" The mage's assistant who hurriedly rushed over from other places was a little at a loss.

The old man Norton pulled the still stupefied Duke over: "He——the once-in-a-thousand-year, no, the once-in-a-thousand-year mage seedling!"

"Wow——" All of a sudden, the entire North County Abbey trial ground was fried.

No matter which era, there are the most big soldiers who don't need talents and only rely on muscles. On the contrary, the more skilled and talented professionals are, the rarer they are. Law professionals, no matter what kind they are, are extremely rare and even rare.

Almost as soon as the old man announced, Duke could feel that everyone looked at him differently.

Mostly envy, a few envy, but there's also...awe!

Duke's ears were messed up, but he basically understood it. As long as he became an official mage, he would be equivalent to a nobleman. In the future, he would even have his own fiefdom, his own mage tower and so on.

The two guards who had looked down on him were pinched by the vice-captain Viri one by one, begging Duke for forgiveness like a dog.

Of course, the most shocking is Fam Brando.

After the initial shock, his face immediately turned from shock to livid because he heard a sentence.

"Boy, from this moment on, you are the highest-ranked ninth-class mage apprentice at the Royal School of Magic in Stormwind. Well, I will apply for special treatment for you. Then you can enjoy the benefits equivalent to that of a knight."

What! ? impossible!

Duke's rather handsome face, in Brando's eyes, was more hateful and ferocious than the most ferocious ghoul. Brando couldn't believe his ears at all.

Ninth class qualification!

What is a ninth-class qualification!

Since the establishment of the Stormwind Kingdom, there has been one and only one person who has received the evaluation of the ninth-class aptitude! That is His Excellency Medivh, the current Grand Master of the Royal Court of Stormwind City, who is known as the legendary man who will be the next patron saint of the world!

Who is Medivh's mother?

The famous Aegwynn, the patron saint of the world of Azeroth.

Why does a poor boy of unknown origin have such terrifying aptitudes?

Brando was going crazy!

He knows he has lost!

Even though he didn't make any bets on it, Brando knew he lost.

The reason why he was able to pretend to be credited was because of his noble status, and because he obtained the qualification of a fifth-class apprentice in the pre-arranged mage trial.

Among mortals, the fifth class already represents excellence.

There is only one Medivh in the world, and better mage seeds have been recruited into Dalaran City, the holy land of human mages. Therefore, the status of a fifth-class apprentice is enough for Brando to walk sideways in Stormwind City.

It's a pity that compared with Duke, the ninth-grade qualified apprentice who turned out to be born out of nowhere, he is nothing.

"Little guy, what's your name?" The old man grabbed Duke's hand tightly, as if the baby would run away if he let go.

"Duke."

"Duke? What's your last name?"

Duke was taken aback: Uh, yes, this is a fantasy world with a western tone.

In the eyes of others, Duke is just a name, not a surname. He couldn't tell the old man that his surname was Du Mingke, and that he was a theoretical N-generation distant relative of the great poet Du Fu.

At this moment, a surname popped up in Duke's mind. It was the surname of a winner in the World of Warcraft game that made all men envy and hate.

Duke said it out of nowhere: "Marcus...Duke Marcus!"

The old man grabbed Duke's left hand with his right arm and raised it high: "This year's master apprentice trial rookie king is born, and he is Duke Marcus!"

As soon as the result came out, the audience was shocked. Over a thousand people opened their mouths that could fit a duck egg, and watched all this stupidly.

There was silence.

Unknowingly, everyone's eyes refocused on the aristocratic young Brando.

Faced with malicious, hostile, and even contemptuous gazes, Brando's face was on fire.

Apologize? How can it be!

A noble will never apologize to another noble!

Even if they knew they were wrong, nobles would not yield to a commoner. What is equivalent to the status of a knight? Yes, the status of a mage is transcendent, but no matter how talented Duke is, he is only a mage apprentice after all.

There is no need to think about apologizing or anything before he becomes a court mage!

"Hmph!" With a livid face, Brando stomped his feet and ran away in despair with a bunch of servants.

After a long time, after Brando's figure completely disappeared.

boom!

The audience was in an uproar.

The sensational frenzy erupted at this moment.

Every civilian was talking crazily, describing what had just happened to their companions in a low voice, causing bursts of screams.

"I... I... Did I hear you right? That guy named Duke won the bet?"

"That's right! Duke beat Brando's kid in the sorcerer's apprenticeship trial in one fell swoop. Ninth-class aptitude! That's completely above Brando's fifth-class aptitude."

"Yes, it's unbelievable that a commoner boy defeated Brando, who was born in a noble family!"

"In this way, little brother Duke has entered the Royal Mage Academy in Stormwind?"

"Wow, when you said that, I suddenly remembered that since the Kingdom of Stormwind was founded, Duke is the first person to enter the Mage Academy as a commoner!"

A muscular young man said excitedly: "Duke is too powerful, no, I want to be his follower when he graduates from the Master Academy!"

"We still have to wait for Master Duke to graduate? I suggest that you get online early. Ninth-class aptitude, maybe he will be the next Grand Master of the Stormwind Palace."

"Tsk tsk, look at the glowing eyes of the girls around, I wish I could swallow Duke."

A large group of young men were yelling wantonly, venting their inner excitement to their heart's content.

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