As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

Panting heavily, the little boy walked down the stone slab.

It was obviously a test of spirit and magic power, but he seemed to have fought a tough battle.

Suddenly his legs went limp, and he couldn't stand upright and fell to the ground, with a piece of skin on his head broken.

"The quality of the magic power is not good, and the mental control is also lacking."

The magician and the examiner exchanged opinions:

"I haven't even passed the first test. I'm already over 13 years old. There should be no hope."

Hearing that he failed, the little boy burst into tears!

His parents hurriedly carried him back, not letting him disturb others there.

"If the little boy just now was in Poltain, he would already be considered an excellent seedling."

Seeing the strictness of the recruitment here, Ai Wen felt a little sour:

"But in Farnes, they couldn't even pass the threshold..."

As one person went up to carry out the assessment, the number of people in the hall gradually decreased.

In the end, only four or five people were able to stay, and the others all failed.

"--Hey you!"

Egwen was about to slip away when someone stopped her suddenly.

The magician in charge of the assessment came over, frowned and asked:

"What's your number? Why don't you take the test?"

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"That... I am number 18."

The silver-haired girl had no choice but to show her number:

"I was sick to my stomach just now, so I missed it..."

"Then hurry up!"

The magician in charge of the assessment asked angrily:

"What test did you take?"

"...The wizard test?"

The silver-haired girl thought for a moment, then answered weakly.

"Have you reached the third level?"

The magician looked at her in surprise:

"how old are you?"

"17 years old."

"You're a little bit older."

The other said regretfully:

"However, if you can pass the third-level assessment, you can at least enter Class B. Magisters under the age of 20 are not common."

not common?

Someone is shocked and abnormal:

In Poultin, magisters were already qualified as court magicians.

If it is a mage under the age of 20, he will definitely be regarded as a super genius!

Here, it can only be regarded as "uncommon"?

"For the wizard assessment, five tests are required."

Hearing that she was participating in the Tier [-] assessment, the attitude of the other party changed a lot. After all, this person is only a Tier [-] magister:

"They are mental power test, magic power reserve, magic power suitability, quick chant, and final actual combat."

"Come with me, the test site is inside."

He walked inside with the silver-haired girl.

"I'm not going."

The examiner waved his hands in a lack of interest, stood up and said:

"Wait until someone reports the results to me."

"Master Martin, please go slowly."

"Ok?"

The examiner named Martin just stood up, when suddenly there was a sense of oppression from the side.

"what happened?"

That feeling surprised him, and he hurriedly looked at the silver-haired girl.

But the oppressive feeling only appeared for a moment, and soon disappeared.

"17 years old..."

Thinking of the conversation between the two just now, he shook his head and laughed:

"how can that be."

"Who was that just now?"

The silver-haired girl asked curiously.

"That is Mr. Martin, the examiner this time."

The magician replied:

"It's a very old mentor in our academy...It's a pity that there is no hope of being promoted to a sage, otherwise Farnes would have 138 sages."

"No, it's 137 bits."

A shadow suddenly appeared on his face:

"The great sage of Sven is no longer here..."

Hearing this sentence, the silver-haired girl could only act stupid behind the scenes.

"Oh, isn't this Darnell?"

The two came to the test site, just in time to see a male teacher with a mustache come out.

The other party seemed to be very talkative, and patted the magician on the shoulder enthusiastically:

"How about it, are there any good seedlings this time?"

Then he laughed loudly, and his hand clapped "bang bang":

"If there is any, remember to leave it to me in advance, and then I will invite you to Rhine Street to have fun."

"No."

Darnell's shoulder hurt from being patted by him, and he replied with a wry smile:

"How can a good seedling come here now... But there is a 17-year-old student who came to take the mage exam. If he passes, he will probably be able to enter Class B."

"Is that her?"

The mustache looked at Ai Wen, and said puzzledly:

"Female student?"

He walked up to Egwene:

"Nowadays, young women also like to wear robes? It's really rare..."

"Play well, a 17-year-old mage will definitely be able to join Sanctuary Academy, but I don't know which class to go to yet."

Then he reached out his hand, as if wanting to pat her on the shoulder.

"Shh!"

His hands just dropped.

The silver-haired girl dodged slightly and easily avoided his palm.

"So fast?"

Bazihu ​​was stunned for a moment:

"I said, are you a magician or a thief? Not many people can escape me."

"This is female self-defense."

Aiwen said blindly:

"My current magic level is still very low, and the singing speed is relatively slow, so sometimes I need to use physical skills."

"Oh, yes."

The character mustache didn't feel very suspicious, he stroked his beard and looked at her:

"If you are good at physical arts and magic at the same time, you can try it in my class. I welcome students like you very much."

"By the way, what's your name?"

"Uh……"

The silver-haired girl looked at the magician named Darnell next to her.

——Until now, she still doesn't know who the other party is.

"This is Lord Tabor Patry."