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Chapter 37 The Youngest Lower-Rank Mage

the next day.

Zell got up very early and went straight to the Mage's Guild.

He needs to find his mentor, Marvin, to complete the second round of his magic apprenticeship exam.

It's been almost half a month since the first test, so judging from the timeline, it's reasonable to say that he's learned two level-two spells.

After all, Professor Marvin had given him special treatment, and it wouldn't be good to drag it out for too long.

Upon arriving at the General Affairs Office, Zellier successfully found his mentor, Marvin.

However, to Zelil's surprise, there was another person he had seen before also present.

Lant Taylor.

The shy, rich boy I met at the martial arts training ground.

"Hey, Lant, what a coincidence."

Zellier waved and greeted them, "Here to participate in the mage ranking?"

"Yes, it is."

Lant replied somewhat reservedly, "Zelier, are you one too?"

“I’d say roughly,” Zellier said.

"You two know each other?" Professor Marvin adjusted his monocle.

“I’ve seen you at the training grounds,” Zellier replied.

Without further ado, Professor Marvin got straight to the point, clapping his hands.

"Come on, Lant, you go first."

"Ok!"

Lant took off his robe and placed it and his wand aside.

Then he walked to the crystal pillar, placed his palm on it, and began to channel magic power.

The blue light gradually spread upwards from the bottom, but its momentum was only so-so, stopping at about one meter.

Not to mention Zellier, she was far inferior to Bev at that time.

"The magic power level is not up to standard; it doesn't meet the requirements for a magic apprentice."

Mentor Marvin gently shook his head, "You still need to meditate and practice more."

"Understood, Professor Marvin." Lant's expression was noticeably lowered.

“Come on, let’s see how well you control your magic.” Marvin stepped aside.

"Ok!"

Lant took a deep breath and then began to outline the structure of the technique in his mind.

Zellier watched with great interest, hoping he could bring him something new.

However, it is clear that Lant's magic manipulation skills are not very good either.

The first spell was a light spell that Bev had used before. It took Lant more than eight seconds to fully charge it up, and the light intensity was also weaker.

The second spell was an ice spike spell that Zelier had never seen before.

Ice Spike is a spell that uses magic to drive ice crystals for attacks. Similar to Fireball, it is also an elemental spell.

This time it took even longer; Zellier suspected that Lant's energy charging time had exceeded ten seconds.

Lant was so nervous that he didn't even release the third spell.

The magical light flickered in his palm several times before finally going out.

Zell shook his head regretfully.

It was both for Lant's failure and for his own inability to learn new magic.

"I'm so sorry... I've taken up your time." Faced with such a terrible performance, Lant's head almost hit the ground.

"Go back and practice more. Your current level is still quite far from that of a magic apprentice."

Marvin sighed, "I need to hone my basic skills properly, and I can't miss my daily meditation."

“Understood, Instructor Marvin.” Lant nodded vigorously. “Zelier, it’s your turn.” Instructor Marvin beckoned.

By placing his palm on the crystal pillar and channeling magic power, Zellier easily passed the magic power strength test.

The blue light remained at Zellir's chest, almost half again as high as Lant.

Next is the magic manipulation level test.

The first spell was, as always, the familiar fireball.

The entire process, from energy storage to release, takes about four seconds.

Moreover, Marvin was able to keenly observe that although Zellir's casting time was not much different from last time, the flow of magic and the formation of magic were obviously smoother.

These small details all demonstrate his continuous progress.

Marvin couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

Even if Zellir spent almost half a month meditating, this rate of improvement is still terrifying.

Not to mention he's an adventurer who has to go on missions to earn money to buy magic scrolls.

Has his talent reached this level?
For his second spell, Zellir chose Wind Blade.

The casting speed of Wind Blade is even faster than that of Fireball.

For his last spell, Zelier used the Pressure spell.

If she were to use a light spell or a water balloon spell again, it would be somewhat suspicious... after all, these are spells that Bev has used before.

Unlike the previous two spells, the effect of the Pressure spell cannot be directly observed with the naked eye.

However, the crystal pillar is quite sensitive to magic. When the magic surges from top to bottom, a burst of blue light emerges and flickers from within the pillar.

"Oh...that's pretty good."

Professor Marvin exclaimed in admiration, "You've improved since last time."

Zellier was better than Marvin had imagined.

Seeing Zellir's outstanding performance, Lant's face also showed an envious expression.

He wasn't stupid. Judging from Zellir's lack of a surname and his clothing, the other party must be of commoner origin.

The Lant family had been merchants for generations and owned a considerable amount of land, making them very wealthy.

He received meticulous education from magic teachers from a young age, and his family bought him many expensive magical items.

Even with so many resource advantages, Lant still couldn't compare to Zelier, which made him feel even more ashamed.

"I dare not fail to repay Professor Marvin's help, so I work hard day and night," Zelil said respectfully.

"It seems that when you asked me about the assessment criteria for junior mages before, it wasn't just something you mentioned casually."

Professor Marvin smiled.

"I'm really looking forward to it. If a sixteen-year-old junior mage could emerge from the Blackrock Town branch, it would probably leave those guys at the Imperial Capital headquarters speechless."

"According to the records, what is the youngest junior mage?" Zellier asked curiously.

"Also sixteen years old, Kane Rhodes, from a magical family in the capital."

"Back then, he was hailed as the rising star of the Kingdom of Ser. Ten years have passed; he's probably a high-level mage by now, right?"

Mentor Marvin recalled, "I just don't know if they've gone any further and completed the job transfer."

“I see…” Zellier said thoughtfully.

So it seems quite possible that I could become the next sixteen-year-old junior mage.

Although I am still blocked by that invisible constraint, as long as I take steady steps, I can gradually gain experience.

Two levels...or three levels?
Zelier was able to break through and become a lower-level mage.

I just don't know what the next talent skill will be for me to choose from.

"By the way... how did you get that scar on your face?" Marvin noticed the small scar on Zelil's face.

"This... I got it during the mission, it's nothing." Zellier scratched his head.

He was too embarrassed to say that the marks were from a fight at the tavern; it would be a bit shameful.

(End of this chapter)