Chapter 153 Snow Owl’s Mages Guild Assessment (2-in-1)
The next day, the sunlight passed through the stone carved window lattice and sprinkled on the satin curtains in the spacious bedroom.
Yeats woke up from his brass four-poster bed, buttoning his silk gown and glancing at the paintings on the wall.
The oil painting is mounted in a gold frame. The solemn Madonna in the painting is slightly melancholy, and the Holy Child in her arms is quiet and subtle. It is a classic theme of the Madonna and Holy Child.
In the Duke of Alba's castle, there are mostly paintings with themes of Holy Light. Yeats did not see even one piece of art with pagan themes.
"Alba is a famous devout believer."
In the dining room, Crane tore off a small corner of the bread, dipped it in cheese, threw it into his mouth, and immediately said:
" You and I have not been baptized, and he is eager to drag us into the church.”
Silver candlesticks are placed on the long dining table, and the breakfast is sumptuous and tempting: lobster cream bisque, trout with lettuce. , pea puree, crispy onions.
Yeats cuts a fried trout steak. Edinburgh has a good port facing the North Sea, with developed fishery resources and delicious seafood.
"So, Alba left the castle early in the morning to attend mass?" Yeats asked casually.
"Eighty percent yes." Crane took a sip of hot tea, "The monastery is not far from the castle, and Alba will attend every mass on time... But I find the verses read during the mass boring. Besides, It’s really troublesome to receive the Holy Body and Blood after praying.”
“Holy Body and Holy Blood?” Gray took a spoonful of fruit milk cereal and asked curiously, “What is that?”
“It’s actually bread and wine.” Crane said, “According to legend, on the eve of the sacrifice, the Holy Son used these two to metaphor his flesh and blood in the Last Supper... At that time, the wine cup was filled with wine, and later it was regarded as a real thing. Filled with his blood, this chalice is the holy object that Emperor Lorraine was looking for——"
"[Holy Grail]"
Candela forked a piece of honey muffin and interjected: "Like the Holy Spear, it belongs to the church's sacred weapon."
Klan nodded and said: "It is said that those who find the Holy Grail can be promoted [ Sanctuary]...I don’t know what kind of style it should be!”
Yeats’s heart moved slightly.
Although I have never seen the so-called Holy Grail and Holy Spear, I have sensed the power of the Holy Realm.
The artifact ‘Spear of Destiny’ in the hands of the King of the Wild Hunt is comparable to these two sacred artifacts.
"Who is the bishop of the monastery where the Duke of Alba attended mass?" Yeats remembered.
Klan thought for a while and replied: "It is Archbishop Torbin, the most respected bishop in the northern province. He has managed the diocese in Edinburgh for many years."
Ye Zhi: "..."
Every time he presides over mass, Torbin, a believer in the fog, is probably secretly happy in his heart!
Follow the original itinerary.
Yeats, Gray, and Candela took a carriage along the cobblestone corridor and arrived at the Magisters' Guild branch in Edinburgh.
The Mages Guild is located at the top of the long steps. Marble columns surround the white building to form a square corridor. The whole is full of the beauty of symmetry and balance.
In the center of the white building, there is a towering stone arch. An open magic book is carved on the lintel, and above the lintel, there is a lifelike bronze statue of an owl.
“There is a proverb circulated in the Mages Guild that the owl of Minerva only takes off at dusk.”
Candra held his staff in hand and stroked his white beard: “It means that only at dusk can the owl take flight. Looking back at what happened during the day, knowledge and rationality are born from constant review and reflection.”
Yeats tried to draw inferences and said: "The general idea is that we don't know the whole picture, so we can't comment?"
"Candra, your new student seems to have a very good understanding——"
Master Zi A graceful and beautiful woman in black robe walked out of the guild's stone arch, with an elegant and calm smile on her face.
She has thick black hair reaching her waist, wearing a pointed wizard hat, and a cluster of silver highlights on her forehead adds to her charm.
Yeats' attention was immediately attracted.
OK, it’s the black and straight big sister!
The slightly upturned ears are not as obvious as those of elves. He must be of half-elf descent.
"Senior Megan." Candela smiled slightly, "Your style is still the same as before."
"What are you talking about?"
The noble and elegant Black The half-elf put his hand on his chin, and his deep and bright eyes curved into crescent moons: "What year?"
Candela was silent for a moment, wisely changed the subject, turned around and introduced:
"This is Yeats of Morning Frost Ridge, the famous baron."
"Hello. ~Yeats. "
Megan showed an elegant and confident smile, stretched out her right hand as white as jade, and the particularly eye-catching silver hair on her forehead swayed slightly.
"I have heard Candela mention your performance in Pan's Labyrinth. Nice to meet you, chosen by the God of Art."
Yeats shook hands with Megan, the black-haired elder sister, and said in surprise: "You are the one who wants to buy the magic flute, Miss Megan?"
"Your observation skills are very keen. ”
Meghan’s smile was bright, like a rose blooming in the gentle night.
“One of the purposes of my trip to Edinburgh is to take away the magic flute.”
Yeats secretly thought, so Meghan is the one Candela mentioned. Friends who practice magic control.
"Besides...the church doesn't know about Pan's Flute yet."
Megan casually set up a barrier around it and said with a smile:
"Since you are Candela's student , you are a member of the Mage Guild, and the Mage Guild will keep this secret for you.”
Pan’s Flute is an epic item and is extremely rare in the entire Midgard Continent.
This is even an epic musical instrument, which can provide a great bonus to the bard's spells. Once the news is released, countless poets will flock to it.
Meghan is called a senior by Candela, and she has so much confidence that she dares to guarantee herself.
Yeats couldn't help but feel a little surprised by Meghan's background.
"Then I'll thank Miss Megan first!" Yeats said sincerely.
The corners of Megan's mouth turned up slightly and said: "You're welcome... I remember, you are not yet a minor this year, right?"
"Yes, is there any problem?"< br>
"It's nothing, I'm a few years older than you, just call me sister from now on." Megan smiled.
Candra remained silent: "..."
Megan glanced at Kandra sideways and said, "Waiting for the mage registration assessment, will you be the examiner or me?"< br>
Candra said: "After all, I am Yeats's teacher, so you should do it."
Yeats had a complicated mood.
Can the examiner decide so casually?
That’s right, Qi Yi Zhong can be so arrogant!
"Yeats...should be testing the first-level mage, right?" Megan asked.
Candra said: "It's not Yeats's assessment, but his magic pet's assessment of the three-ring mage."
Megan was slightly startled: "What?"
Yeats released the magic pet summoning spell, the plane channel opened, and the snow owl flew out from it and landed on Yeats' arm.
Meghan let out a light sigh.
"This owl?"
......
The assessment content of low-level mage is relatively simple, that is, to compete with the guard golem of the corresponding level and win. That’s it.
Yeats followed the half-elf Megan to the assessment venue of the Mages Guild, a circular arena.
On the stands around the arena, there were several mages watching, and in the center of the venue, a public assessment was being held.
Boom! !
The top of the gray robe mage's staff condensed with blazing fire, and the fireball bombarded the steel guard golem. The smoke filled the air, and the unharmed guard golem emerged from it, its eyes lighting up with blue light.
呲~
Dazzling lightning shot out from the golem's eyes.
In an instant, the protective barrier around the gray-robed mage was broken by the lightning beam, and the surge of thunder illuminated the field.
At the critical moment, he tore up the flash scroll and appeared outside the arena in an instant, with a shocked face and serious injuries.
“The assessment failed——” The light in the guarding golem’s eyes dimmed, and it stood in the corner of the arena like a giant, sounding its emotionless announcement.
"The next challenger is ready."
In the stands, Megan looked at Yeats and said:
"If you think the duel type assessment is difficult, we can also use the protective type , treatment assessment mechanism."
"No need." Yeats smiled slightly, "I am very confident in my snow owl."
Megan glanced at Yeats' shoulder. The Snowy Owl, which retracted its head into its feathers and closed its eyes for a nap, muttered:
"But... it looks drowsy and has no fighting spirit."
"When it is woken up, it will have the fighting spirit." Yeats said.
Megan: "Huh?"
"It's the Snow Owl's turn for the assessment." Candela returned to the stand and said, "Yeats, let the Snow Owl enter the venue."
< br>Yeats nodded, grabbed the snowy owl on his shoulder, and threw it towards the arena——
"The decision is yours! Snow Owl!"
The Snow Owl woke up from its deep sleep. Before it could recover, it flapped its wings and looked around.
The guarding golem's eyes lit up with red light, and it slowly moved its body made of steel, making a loud noise!
The snowy owl was furious.
“Goo! (╬◣д◢)”
It's you who disturbed my dream, right?
Around the stands, the mages who had not left were talking a lot.
“This time it’s a non-humanoid creature coming to test?”
“A bird? Coming to test the mage?”
“The owl is the sacred object of the goddess Minerva. Bird... maybe it is an owl blessed by the goddess!"
Compared to the dull and decadent church, the atmosphere of the Mages Guild is more free and open.
Even if they saw Snow Owl participating in the assessment, the mages watching were not overly surprised, and some even took the initiative to cheer for Snow Owl.
Boom!
The demon statue stood tall, wearing armor, using the spell 'Elemental Weapon' to condense a huge ax of burning flames, and its eyes shot out a red light full of oppression.
The giant ax slashed out, setting off heat waves and raging flames.
The Snow Owl released the Flash Technique and instantly disappeared on the spot. While avoiding the slashing attack, it came to the top of the demon statue's head and let out a sharp roar.
Three ice missiles hit the towering body of the guard demon, exploding ice flowers.
The next moment, black clouds gathered over the golem, snow and rain crashed down, and the biting cold wind enveloped the golem entirely!
A trace of surprise flashed in Megan's eyes, and she glanced at Candela: "This is..."
Candela showed a satisfied smile and said:
"Exactly the talent, continuous casting!"
This top talent is extremely rare among human mage geniuses, but it appears in a magic pet at this moment.
Megan's eyes flashed and she said thoughtfully: "Have you focused on cultivating it?"
"No." Candela looked serious, "It purely relies on its own magical talent."< br>
In the stands, the mages also noticed something strange.
"Isn't that right? Why does this snowy owl cast spells so fast?"
"It completely suppressed the guard golem!"
"No, the golem is about to release a lightning beam. !”
It was this killing move that severely defeated the previous challenger, and many mages present were still deeply impressed.
呲呲~
The guarding golem's eyes lit up with blue light, and violent electricity surged through its body.
However.
The active thunder and lightning elements in the arena suddenly ceased.
The connection between the guard golem and the lightning element was cut off. He tried to release the lightning beam but to no avail. He scratched his head in a humane manner.
“Counter Spell…” Megan said with a hint of surprise, “Can this snowy owl judge the timing of releasing ‘Counter Spell’ by itself?”
Spell counterattack can indeed restrain the spellcaster, but it has extremely high requirements on timing.
In the audience, there were also mages who understood this spell and their eyes widened as if they were seeing a ghost.
“Humans are worse than birds!”
“Even an owl can seize the opportunity to rebel against France, how about you?”
“This is the goddess of magic. God’s choice!”
The guarding golem's killing move was thwarted, and the Snow Owl seized the opportunity and attacked continuously.
Boom! !
The guard golem fell to the ground.
There was silence in the stands.
Seeing this, the Snow Owl exhaled.
"Gu!"
Now I can catch up on my sleep with peace of mind!
Half-elf Megan was silent for a long time, looked back at Yeats, and said:
"How... did you cultivate this snowy owl?"
Yeats spread his hands. Road:
"It is completely self-taught!"
*
"This is the Mages Guild Medal for your familiar."
Outside the Mages Guild, Megan will The gold 'Magic Book' medal was handed to Yeats.
“This symbolizes the three-ring mage certified by the Mages Guild...” Megan paused and smiled helplessly, “To be honest, this is the first time that a medal is awarded to an owl.”
Sunset dusk.
Snowy Owl has regained consciousness and is standing on Yeats' shoulders, eyes wide open.
Yeats rubbed the round-faced chubby chicken’s head, turned around and smiled:
“Thank you, sister Megan.”
Megan covered her mouth and chuckled. : "Haha, you're welcome..."
According to the rules of the Mages Guild, those who pass the three-ring assessment can also choose a three-ring scroll as a reward.
Yeats chose the scroll of 'Acceleration' and threw it to the Snow Owl, allowing it to slowly learn on its own.
On the way back to the castle, Yeats's idea was confirmed.
"Meghan is indeed the master in charge of the magic control seat among the seven councils."
Candra said: "As for her age...it's better not to delve into it."
Although the lifespan of half-elves is not as long as that of elves, it is easy to live to more than a hundred years old.
Yeats thought to himself: "A girl of eighteen years and more than a thousand months, right?"
The next day, early morning.
On the high slope outside the castle, the animal trainer brought several eagles and said respectfully: "On the order of the Duke, I will lead you to fly to Jianhe University... My lords, please choose the eagle of your choice. Eagles are used for riding."
Wherever Yeats glanced, the eagles lowered their heads and trembled slightly in fear.
Gray asked strangely: "Yeats, these eagles seem to be afraid of you?"
Yeats: "..."
It makes sense that the ingredients are afraid of the chef!
(End of this chapter)