Chapter 104 "The Flame of Judgment" Fran Stephens
Fez Royal Magic Academy, Fran Fighting Field.
Yousef and Otis cast various advanced spells wantonly in the field, but their footsteps were still standing where they started, without moving at all.
For them, even if they exerted some anger, they did not risk their lives. Most of them still focused on frontal magic bombardment to overwhelm others.
Although Otis, as an arcanist, has many methods, Yousef, with his luxurious magic equipment, can still compete with Otis in a short period of time, which is worthy of Otis.
But for the students who were watching, they could not see so many ways with their eyesight, and they all exclaimed at the strength of the two men and the ingenuity of their techniques.
“Aren’t these two usually quite friendly? Why did they attack so harshly all of a sudden?”
The students on the sidelines watched intently while discussing with their friends.
“Didn’t you hear that these two people seem to be competing for a student named Li Si!”
“What kind of genius is this Li Si? He actually alerted two big shots and even grabbed the student. The disciples are here.”
"Isn't it? This is the deputy dean of the academy, and the other one is the magic pattern master!"
"I also want these two to accept me as a disciple, then I will definitely have no problem breaking through to the silver level. "
"Stop dreaming, do you know that person named Li Si? He must be a student of the college."
"I have never heard of anyone named Li Si. "
Perhaps it is because Li Si is usually too low-key, or maybe because he is considered to have mediocre talent. No one thinks that the disciple Yousef and Otis are competing for is Li Si Kane, who has no sense of existence. Viscount.
Just as the sparks between Yousef and Otis became stronger and stronger, the protective shield that lit up around the fighting arena suddenly disappeared in a flash of light, along with the advanced spells the two had just cast.
What? ! !
This unexpected situation caught Yousef and Otis off guard. They stopped and observed their surroundings vigilantly.
The students in the stands also turned pale. The feeling of heart palpitations when the protective shield disappeared just now and the huge fireball and wind blade were about to hit them gave them a fear of facing death.
Just when they wanted to ask what happened, all the students' figures flashed and disappeared from the stands.
When they recovered from the dizziness caused by the teleportation, they found that they were already in the square in front of the academy gate.
Everyone who was teleported looked at each other, and people passing by also looked curiously at the sudden appearance of this large group of students.
This, this, this. Did someone use group teleportation to teleport us here?
Who is doing such an exaggerated thing?
Some people have not recognized the reality and are messy in the wind.
Some people seemed to have thought of something, and turned around like crazy and rushed in the direction of the Frank Fighting Field.
When Yousef and Otis saw all the students around them disappear, their expressions also changed.
Is it so exaggerated?
Just when the two were suspicious, a gentle voice sounded in their ears.
“Long time no see, Otis.”
"Why are you fighting with others?"
This is it!
When Otis heard this familiar voice, his face became solemn and respectful.
Yousef next to you was a little confused. The voice was unfamiliar, but the person who wanted to speak was not an ordinary person.
A figure wearing a black mage robe appeared in front of the two of them, with a faint smile on his young and handsome face. "Lord Fran!"
The first time Otis saw the young man, he immediately saluted respectfully and at the same time winked at Yousef who was standing next to him.
This is the legendary mage Fran Stephens, the dean of the Fes Royal Academy of Magic!
Yousef then realized who was standing in front of him and quickly followed Otis in saluting.
It has only been ten years since Youssef joined the Fes Royal Academy of Magic. When he joined the academy, the dean had already gone out to roam, so he had not met the apparent number one in the kingdom. Man, the only legendary mage.
But in retrospect, the person in front of me is indeed very similar to the portrait of the dean hanging in the affairs building.
Yousef was excited. It was really rare to see this legendary strong man. The anger from the fight with Otis just now had all dissipated.
This is the leader of the Fes Royal Mage Group, the dean of the Fes Royal Magic Academy, the legendary mage, the top of the evocation mage, the "Flame of Judgment" Fran Stephens.
This is also one of the reasons why Yousef chose to join the Royal Academy of Magic in Fes. To be honest, although the resources provided by the academy were very generous to him, as a master of magic patterns, Yousef also had no experience in other places. get the same treatment.
But it is different here. Although Yousef has traveled to many countries on the continent of Fanor, the only legendary mage who often appears is the "Flame of Judgment".
Being able to obtain the guidance of the legendary mage is also one of the conditions for Yousef to join the academy.
Fran tilted his head slightly, as if he had gotten Yousef’s information from the academy’s magical intelligent beings. He nodded and said:
“Yousef, right? He’s a good young man. He’s so talented at such a young age. Reach the level of a senior magic pattern master and keep working hard."
"You can come to me during this period of time when I am in the academy."
Yousef was very excited and didn't care at all. Called a lad.
After all, after every life breaks through to the legendary level, its lifespan will be greatly extended, at least to around 500 years old. In addition, legendary strongmen have various ways to extend their lifespan.
So even though Fran looks like a young man, his actual age is definitely much older than his fifty-year-old self.
Hurrying to salute again, Yousef said respectfully:
“Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Stephens!”
“Yes.”
Fran turned to look at Otis and asked with a smile:
"So what is going on, Otis?"
"I saw it as soon as I came back. You and Yousef are competing here. Are you, the deputy dean, so free?”
Otis is also familiar with the dean. Most of the affairs of the college are left to him when the dean is away. Processing, knowing that the dean was joking to himself.
“It’s nothing serious, I just need to practice with Yousef when my hand is raw.”
"Oh?"
Looking at Otis still wanting to hide it, the smile on Fran's face grew stronger, he turned his head to look at Yousef and asked:
"You said, Yousef. What's the reason?"
"Yes, Lord Stephens."
Yousef straightened up, pointed at Otis and said angrily:< br>
"This Vice-Chancellor, you insist on stealing my disciples, it's too much."
I didn't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!
Otis immediately performed a set of three in a row, bowing his head and ignoring Yousef's accusations.
“That’s it”
Fran touched his chin and became interested.
"What kind of talent can you, a vice-dean and a magic pattern master compete for? I'm very curious, Otis."
(End of this chapter)