Chapter 29 The Old Man's Bet

The scene is weird.

Surrounded by a group of well-dressed people, a boy in sackcloth received the arcane badge representing honor and status from the kingdom's most powerful mage, Medivh.

Such a huge contrast made those magic apprentices of noble origin extremely eye-catching. I really want to see what is out of sight, but in terms of etiquette, they are not allowed to bow their heads. Otherwise, this is not only contempt for Duke, but also disrespect for Medivh who issued the badge.

At this time, there was applause all around. Whether it's sincere blessings, or envy, jealousy and hatred that wish Duke to go to hell, at least the applause is very warm.

"Congratulations! Your Excellency Marcus!"

"congratulations!"

Compliments abound. After becoming an official mage, the treatment is naturally different, and almost everyone has a smiley face as if they have changed their faces. It seemed that the questioning and insulting just now were just Duke's auditory hallucinations.

"Duke, you are still young. The world of adults is so bad sometimes. You just need to get used to these things." Medivh smiled gently at Duke, and naturally there was already a clever attendant beside him with a gift box. It was originally supposed to celebrate the birth of the chief apprentice of the Royal School of Magic, but now it was brought, the specifications were a bit off, and the timing was just right.

When Duke mechanically picked up the glass, Medivh clinked the glass with Duke on his own initiative, and then drank his wine in one gulp.

As a senior, as a highly respected court grand master, Medivh's appreciation for Duke fell into the eyes of everyone around him. This is almost an unattainable glory for mortals.

"Gentlemen and ladies, I still have a lot of things to do, so I'm sorry." After saying that, Medivh left in such a graceful manner.

As a royal court mage who is highly valued by the king, Medivh is still fulfilling his duty of assisting the king very well at this moment. On Duke's known timeline, Medivh was at his most active and busy at this time.

I just don't know whether the Medivh just now was Sargeras, or Medivh's own will, or the will of Medivh hinted by Sargeras' spirit. After all, one body with two souls is the most complicated thing.

However, does this count as 'fake it and run, it's so exciting! '?

Or, this is 'boss is forced to run in front of me, it's even more exciting! '?

Thinking of this, the blood in Duke's body boiled unknowingly.

I never thought that one day I would use the villainous super boss as my shield... Duke suddenly found that he seemed to have awakened some evil attribute that pursued excitement.

What happened next became somewhat irrelevant to Duke.

A guy who looked like a host came up and announced: "Okay, now it's time for two-way selection between apprentices and mentors. This year, according to the college's regulations, the mentors who must recruit magic apprentices are..."

The host said a lot of things that had nothing to do with Duke. In fact, this two-way choice reminded Duke of the talent market, but unfortunately, Duke even rejected Medivh, so naturally there would be no mage with a hot face and a cold ass.

In previous years, there seemed to be an award ceremony for the Chief Magic Apprentice, but now Duke, the Chief Apprentice, has directly become an Earth Mage, and this step is also omitted.

The biggest limelight was snatched by Duke, and the rest of the apprentices and mages, no matter how boring they were, soon dispersed.

Only then did Daniel and Itana, who had come with Duke, come up.

"Congratulations, Duke... Uh, Your Excellency Marcus." It was Daniel who spoke, and Itana, who was a little afraid to meet Duke's gaze.

"Just call me Duke."

Daniel seemed a little hesitant, but said straight: "Duke... We have talked with Mentor Norton and decided to become his disciple."

Suddenly, Itana looked up, and this freckled little girl seemed to muster up a lot of courage: "Duke, why don't we beg Mentor Norton together, after all, he discovered you by himself, we..."

Duke held up a finger to stop Itana from speaking.

Duke thought to himself: If old man Norton dared to accept me, he would have come here long ago. I don't know if it's because I'm getting old and timid.

He didn't blame Old Norton, after all, not everyone has the aptitude and luck to become a hero. However, it is the struggle of thousands of mortals against fate that composes epic events.

"Everyone has their own position. Besides, the path I take is very different from yours. You should study hard with Norton. If there are still good things, I will take care of you."

The two young men nodded with a vague understanding.

Everyone dispersed, and Duke asked the waiter where he was. Under the guidance of the waiter, he walked through the long marble corridor, and under the gaze of countless people in the paintings, he still knocked on the door of old man Norton.

It was the ordinary second-year female apprentice named Sasha who opened the door. Seeing Duke outside the door, the female apprentice with flaxen hair and light brown eyes smiled kindly.

She whispered to Duke: "You really came. In fact, the mentor has always expected you to come. The mentor... he is not bad, but he just has too many worries."

After speaking quickly, Sasha said loudly: "Welcome, Your Excellency Duke Marcus, the instructor is free. Just go in by yourself."

Duke nodded with a smile, and walked in with his chest up.

Perhaps it was just a temporary room for recruiting apprentices. The room was quite different from Duke's imagination. To be precise, this is not a magician's room, but more like a nobleman's reception room.

There is nothing on a white rectangular oak table, only the gorgeous golden curved edges full of various arcs can be seen on the edge of the table. In front of the table is a chair with a red velvet background, on which the apprentice can sit comfortably and communicate with the instructor.

The mentor's chair is a bit cool, because there are two crystal balls infused with arcane energy on the long back chair, exuding a soft radiance, probably announcing the field that Norton is good at - arcane.

However, the old man Norton was not on the chair. On the contrary, he turned his back to the direction of the gate, looked out from the large window in the room, and saw the greenery everywhere in the college. The old man seemed to be sighing.

"I'm sorry to cause you trouble." Duke said first.

"Alas—" the old man sighed, "Although you have been in constant trouble since the first time I saw you, I still never thought that you could cause trouble like this."

"Do you regret it?" Duke asked with a smile.

"If I really regretted it, I wouldn't even let you in this room."

"so you……"

"I decided to take a gamble!"

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