"Bubble milk tea? It looks delicious. Why haven't I heard of this kind of thing being sold in the academy before?"
"I have to say, Stacy is so beautiful, a feast for the eyes."
"Master Merlin is so handsome. I like Master Merlin so much."
"Is Master Merlin's figure that good?"
"Superficial girls, do you only look at the face?" The jealous boy looked at the girls who were gathered together discussing Merlin's looks with blushing faces. As soon as he finished muttering, the girls gathered nearby glared at him fiercely.
"What about you? Master Merlin is handsome and powerful. Look at yourself. Do you know that Master Merlin is already a junior magician?"
"That's a third-level magician. Many second-year students haven't even reached this level!"
"You are just jealous!"
"Master Merlin is not only good-looking, but also talented. He got an A+ in the final exam of alchemy. What was your score in your major?"
The boy's face turned red at what the girls said. He shouted, "So what? Maybe Merlin is not good at actual combat."
"Tsk, please don't insult Master Merlin!"
"That's right, that's right. You don't even look at what level of magician you are. Oh~ You're a second-level apprentice magician. I thought you were so powerful."
Just as the boy was about to say something, the ancient bell tower outside the arena rang, echoing in every corner of the academy, reminding the students that the exam was about to begin.
Then, directly opposite the first-year students, the second-year students who participated in and were in charge of the examination quickly entered the examination room, and the attention of the first-year candidates was instantly attracted by them.
The second-year students had badges on their chests that symbolized their grade and their respective colleges. Some of them held staffs in their hands, while others wore armor with a long sword on their waists. They had confident smiles on their faces, ready to assess the first-year students.
Following a horn sound, the second-year students lined up in an orderly manner and slowly walked into the arena. Their steps were firm and their eyes were sharp, showing their demeanor as seniors.
These second-year students looked at the scene in front of them. Their eyes swept across the arena, and they couldn't help but sigh at the young faces of the first-year students, as they looked the same back then.
Above the arena, the clouds slowly dispersed, revealing a clear blue sky. The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds and shone onto the stone bricks of the arena, adding a touch of sacredness to the upcoming exam.
Above the clouds, streams of light appeared, and more than a dozen figures swooped down from the distant sky. They flew over the spires and high walls of the college, attracting the attention of many students. These people are professors from the School of Magic. They are suspended in the air above the arena, their robes fluttering in the wind.
The professors lined up in the air, their figures looking particularly solemn under the sunlight.
The students in the arena looked up and saw the professors flying in from the air. Their eyes were full of awe and expectation, and some students even couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
Flying magic. A third-level junior magician can fly in the air if he has a high level of attainment in wind magic, but the speed is not fast, and because of insufficient magic power supply, he cannot fly for a long time. Only when he reaches the fourth-level intermediate magician can he fly normally.
However, the flying speed of these magic professors requires at least the strength of a fifth-level advanced magician.
After the professors arrived at the center of the arena, they began to draw complex patterns in the air with their magic wands. These patterns gradually became solid entities, dividing the arena into hundreds of areas.
The chief examiner, Orin Rachel, was the strongest lightning mage in the Arcane Academy. He wore a gorgeous robe with a dark blue robe painted with the sky, white clouds and surging thunder.
Rachel looked like a middle-aged man in his forties, with long hair combed meticulously. His medium-length brown hair was fixed with an exquisite magic hairpin. His eyes were deep and bright, revealing a light of wisdom that made people involuntarily feel fear.
"The vice-president has already told you the rules of the exam. From now on, our Battle Academy teaching group will supervise the entire exam. The arena has been divided into hundreds of areas. The exam will be conducted in order according to the number tags in your hands. Now, first-year students numbered 1 to 100, please step out and go to your respective examination rooms." Rachel's words were cold and exuded an unquestionable emotion. The first-year students quickly checked their number tags, and students with number less than 100 immediately went to the area where they were taking the exam.
Merlin glanced at his number tag, No. 666. He was actually in a relatively front row seat. There were more than 6,000 first-year students at the Arcane Academy.
Chris shook her number plate, and Merlin and Fate saw that it was number 98, and couldn't help but feel a little envious.
"I'll go take the exam first." Chris adjusted her light armor and gripped the hilt of the sword at her waist. As a third-level fire magic swordsman, she was a genius student that the academy paid more attention to. The strength of the second-year seniors assigned to her was naturally third-level or even above.
Merlin and Fate cheered her on, and at this moment, the crystal ball above the arena suddenly showed the images of the candidates taking the exam.
The person in the picture is none other than Merlin's secretary, Stacy.
In an instant, the students waiting for the exam were attracted by the picture in the crystal ball, and they all looked to see what kind of battle this genius fairy user could bring.
This scene was also intentional by the academy in order to stimulate other first-year students and let them see how big the gap is between them and the geniuses.
Merlin also wanted to know how strong this girl who looked weak and a little silly following him was to be called the most talented fairy master of the time.
Staci placed her hands on her chest, took a deep breath, and then looked at her opponent with a determined look on her face.
Opposite Stacy stood a woman with golden hair, as soft and shiny as gold threads in the sun. The long hair was carefully braided into a complex bun and fixed with exquisite hair accessories, adding a touch of elegance.
She has a tall figure and elegant posture, and every step she takes reveals an aristocratic temperament. Her behavior reveals an innate confidence and composure. She is wearing a dark red cloak, and the college uniform on her body perfectly highlights her figure, making many male students drool.
Her face is like a carefully crafted work of art, with delicate and harmonious features and fair skin. Even Stacy can only tie with her in terms of appearance.
Her eyes were a fiery red, which was quite rare. Although there was no emotion in her eyes, one could feel the violent flames hidden underneath.
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