Chapter 192 Gretel Should Belong to Our School!

You are watching the exhibition in the Tower of Babel, and the wizard of the Tower of Babel is looking at you from behind the magic circle.

The one-day trip to the Magic Parliament was over, and the students in the training class took a small train down the mountain. As soon as the latest records from the observation room and the student information were sent up, there was a huge commotion in the Tower of Babel.

The archmages took piles of compared materials, smashed the forms full of crosses, slapped the table, threw quills, and ink bottles. If it weren't for the forbidden magic circle set up in the conference room, they wouldn't be able to do it even if they threw fireballs on the spot, threw rainbow light sprays at each other, disgusting people, etc.

They are all good seeds! The country is such a big place, and each county only chooses one to catch it!

They have been teaching together for such a long time. Archmages above level 10 teach in person, and mages above level 5, who are the backbone of the council, grade papers in person!

The research direction, thesis topic selection, and the magic that can be redeemed to learn are all recorded in the training class. Learning ability, imagination, creativity, self-control, temperament and character are all the same among the teachers in the college, and they all watch them silently. It’s finally the graduation season and you can grab someone, so why don’t you strike first?

"Christian... is seventeen years old. She has three papers, one B- and two B's. Two of the three papers are in the direction of spells. We, the 'Spell Weavers', want them."

"Corian Franz... is eighteen years old. He advanced to the second level mage last month. One A-, one B+, and one B. Three papers, one on protection, one on conjuration, and one Change system, three first-level magics that have been exchanged, secondary deflection force field, spiritual armor, and summoning spell materials. This one is biased towards the protection system, do we want the 'Unbreakable Shield'?"

"No! We are also optimistic about this, otherwise, let Livia be given to you?"

"Victor Mueller... is eighteen years old. He just advanced to Level 2 Mage last week, with one A- and one B+. We at Thunder Horn want him!"

"Hey, hey, you guys, please be more restrained! His A-paper is from the illusion department, and it should obviously belong to our Illusion Light Sect! Don't rob Thunder Corner just by looking at it!"

"But his mentor is from the plasticity department!"

"What mentor! The presiding mage of the mage tower is also called a mentor?!"

Ping, bang, crackle. Ink splattered and pieces of paper flew everywhere. In the corner of the long table, a female mage from the Charm Control Department pulled her best friend and whispered:

"These two are from the same family...one for you and one for me?"

"Wait for me to do some divination first!"

The female mage of the prophecy department began to take off her jewelry. Two strings of pearl earrings, then a string of crystal necklaces, then a string of turquoise bracelets...a tourmaline ring, an opal ring, a tiger's eye stone ring...the female mage of the enchantment and control system was dizzy when she saw it:

"I said, why do you have more bits and pieces on you than me?"

"Of course! You wear those two pieces of jewelry just to seduce people. I wear these for divination!"

"..."

The conference room was filled with persuasion, bickering and haggling. In fact, there aren't many people worth arguing about. There are sixty or seventy people in this training class, and less than ten people can be directly admitted by the Archmage. Others are allocated for their own organizations, one more and one less, and it is not a big problem to exchange one with another organization.

Noisy and noisy, the student files on the table were reduced one by one. Two hours later, there was only one left:

Gretel, everyone wants Nordmark.

"I'm leaving first." The female mage of the enchantment and control department was the first to stand up. Her skirt was swaying, her ring was jingling, and there was a red mark slanting at the corner of her eye, which was extremely charming. She took two swaying steps. Seeing that her best friend was still sitting motionless, she looked back in surprise:

"Does your family want him?"

"Of course!" The female mage of Starlight raised her kodan and slowly put on the jewelry. Bracelets, necklaces, earrings, rings...

Piles and piles of jewels and jewels were returned to their places one by one. In the end, everyone only saw a dark purple gauze, which covered the female magician's indifferent features.

Who doesn’t want it?

A level one magician can cast "Arcane"!

There have been several in the past ten years, and several more since the establishment of the Magic Council!

Not to mention first-level mages, those who can cast "Arcane" below level five, except for those who die young if they indulge too much, all start out as archmages!

With better luck, it will be the seed of legend!

"Does your school of prophecy want it too?"

The Archmage of the Transformation School was surprised. The old man from Mainland, begged and begged, promised a pair of diamond golems to bring Gretel over. Even though the kid doesn't like the transformation system, for the sake of reward, he still has to work hard.

This was the perfect opportunity to speak. The Archmage's slender fingers rubbed a square, sometimes pulling out a strip, sometimes forming it into a rectangle, constantly changing it. He lowered his head intently and glanced at the female mage from the corner of his eyes:

"Are you sure he will come to your place? When he was at the Star Dome before, he wasn't very interested..."

"But his first paper was about changes to [Detection Magic]." The female magician showed no sign of weakness, raised a pair of black and white eyes from the seam of the veil, and answered loudly:

"The paper I submitted recently is about sonic magic, but its essence is to detect the environment. Wouldn't it be a good choice for a magician like this to join our prophecy department?"

"Prophecy? Forget it." The mage on duty of the spell weaver sneered:

"Your prophecy department relies too much on talent. What you eat is not the usual spiritual talent, but the kind of illusory and blabbering stuff. People with talent can level up very quickly, but those without talent will not be able to pass level five in their lifetime.

Those who are talented often vomit blood and are often sick for seven or eight days, and their life span is half that of mages of the same level. You still insist on bringing him to the prophecy department - are you sure you're not wasting a good seed? "

The female magician choked. Upgrading is difficult, and it is really the eternal pain of the prophecy system - not only is it difficult, looking into the long river of time, but it is also very easy to damage one's body and life. Seeing that her momentum was low, the archmage of the conjuration department knocked on the table and continued leisurely:

"Besides, that kid is a healer. When it comes to treatment, why don't we go to Black Crow Swamp instead of the medical branch of our Conjuration School?"

"What happened to Black Crow Swamp!" The Necromancer shouted:

"That child is a natural necromancer! Have you ever seen him cure a disease? He never throws healing spells with his eyes closed. Every time he thinks about where the disease is, cut it open and take a look. Can it be cured? If it can't be cured, just cut it off! What can your medical branch teach him about this kind of treatment? What can you teach him!"

"But he is interested in our school of conjuration!"

"He is also interested in the Necromancy School! As he was underground just now, I dare say that as long as the glass wall is opened, he can dissect corpses inside all night! What can your Conjuration School give him? At least we have enough corpses here. , he can dissect him as much as he likes!"

"When it comes to interest, I think he is most interested in the Evocation School." The archmage from Thunder Horn interjected slowly after watching the show for a long time.

"you shut up!"

"you shut up!"

The two mages from Black Crow Swamp and Spellweaver spoke in unison and turned to spray him. The Archmage of Thunder Horn stood up with his eyes raised, glaring at the two men at the same time.

The magicians of the Evocation School are generally very capable in single combat. One versus two, there is no fear at all - not to mention that the Necromancy School is not only afraid of the Holy Light, but also the specialty of the Evocation School, such as thunder, fire and so on. stuff...

The air crackled, crackled. Even with a high-standard anti-magic force field suppressing it, sparks almost erupted.

"...It's better not to argue." Wu Jianshi, the Archmage of the Protection School, is a white-haired old man with a round face and a happy smile. As the host of this meeting, he watched the show until now, and then slowly spoke to break up the fight:

"Talents like this are indeed rare. No one wants to let go, and I understand that. How about we report the situation and let the gentlemen of the review committee make the decision?"

"..."

"..."

"Then, no one is allowed to negotiate terms with him first!"

"Okay! Don't run away!"

Thanks to x-on:Xin Yanren for the 100 starting coins

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