Chapter 44 (1/2)
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44 – Malicious Ridicule
“14 years old, superior level-6 spirit apt.i.tude, qualified!”
The spirit apt.i.tude of most of the youngsters was basically between level-4 and level-5, suddenly, a somewhat excited voice sounded and the gazes focused on a blond and blue-eyed beautiful young lady with a fiery figure.
The level-1 Warlock in front of that blond and blue-eyed beautiful young lady was very excited, he looked at the beautiful young lady as if looking at a treasure.
That level-1 Warlock seemed to be 35 or 36 years old, his gaze soft, handed the beautiful young lady a slip of paper as he gently said: “I’m Nice, an official level-1 Warlock of Warlock College Antalya. If you want to become my personal disciple, please contact me. Here my means of contact.”
The students that looked at the beautiful young lady, their eyes were br.i.m.m.i.n.g with envy.
Nice previously gave the other students the cold shoulder, yet he handed an olive branch to that beautiful young lady. This showed that he was extremely optimistic about the future of the beautiful young lady.
With superior level-6 spirit apt.i.tude, if there were no accidents and there was an abundance of resources, promoting to a level-1 Warlock was basically a sure deal. Only, when breaking through to level-2 Warlock would a bottle neck and a the possibility of failure arise. Naturally, such a student made Nice very tempted.
With regards to even an Apprentice Warlock that wasn’t an ordinary student, receiving pointers from an official level-1 Warlock was definitely an opportunity for which one even yearned in one’s dreams. It could spare one a lot of detours as well as gain large amounts of resources.
That beautiful young lady bowed slightly towards Nice in salute and tactfully declined: “Many thank for Your care Nice Daren, I’ll consider it!”
Nice somewhat regretfully swept that young lady with a glance, then his gaze fell on the rest of the youngsters and he regained his indifference: “Next!”
The youngsters continued to step forward and examine their apt.i.tudes.
Yang Feng has been observing and discovered that the majority of the youngsters had level-4 spirit apt.i.tudes and only a few of them had level-5 spirit apt.i.tudes, as for level-6 spirit apt.i.tudes, there was only that beautiful young lady.
After approximately more than 1,000 youngsters went through the examination, suddenly there was a slight uproar. A 14 year old lesser aristocratic youngster, his examination showed a reading of lesser level-6 spirit apt.i.tude. This time, the lesser aristocratic youngster directly chose to become a personal disciple of the official Warlock.
The majority of the youngsters that chose to join Warlock College Antalya were eager to become personal disciples of those official Warlocks. Only those who possessed a formidable background and already had selected a talented teacher in advance, only then would they choose to tactfully decline an official Warlocks recruitment.
After yet another several hundred youngsters went through their examinations, only then was it finally Yang Feng’s turn.
In front of Yang Feng was a male Warlock, he was approximately 36 or 37 years old – he gave Yang Feng a glance, his eyebrows creased slightly and said: “Our Warlock College Antalya, the enrollment this time is for students under the age of 16, your age is to high and doesn’t meet our requirements, leave!
“I’m Yang Feng, the nephew of the Steel Lord! This is my special enrollment certificate!” Yang Feng, in a calm and unhurried manner, took out a badge that emitted faint magic fluctuations and handed it to the Warlock.
That Warlock took the badge, then after carefully looking at it for a while, creased his eyebrows slightly and said coldly: “Place your hand on the crystal.”
Yang Feng at once placed his hand of the crystal.
After a few moments, that crystal released traces of weak murky grey radiance.
“25 years old, inferior level-1 spirit apt.i.tude, qualified!” That Warlock looked at the crystal, his complexion marvelous, and said while almost gnas.h.i.+ng his teeth.