The scene was very strange.
Surrounded by a group of brightly dressed people, a youngster dressed in coarse sackcloth received the arcane badge representing honor and status from the hands of the kingdom's strongest Wizard, Medivh.
Such a huge contrast made those aristocratic Magic Apprentices extremely dazzled. What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over, but etiquette didn't allow them to lower their heads. Otherwise, not only would it be contempt for Duque, it would also be disrespectful to the Medivh who issued the badge.
At this time, applause rang in the surroundings. Whether it was heartfelt blessings or envy, jealousy, and hatred for Duque to go to hell, at least the applause was very warm.
"Congratulations! Sir Marcus! "
"Congratulations, congratulations!"
The sounds of flattery rang out incessantly. After becoming an official Wizard, the treatment they received was naturally different. Practically everyone had a smile on their face. It was as if the questioning and even the insults from a moment ago were just Duque's hallucination.
"Duque, you are still young. The world of adults is sometimes so terrible. You just have to get used to it." Medivh smiled warmly at Duque. Very naturally, a clever attendant had already delivered a wine cup filled with fine wine. Originally, this was supposed to be a celebration of the birth of the Royal Magic Academy's chief Apprentice. Now that it was brought, the standard was a bit lacking, but the timing was just right.
When Duque mechanically picked up the wine cup, Medivh took the initiative to touch his cup with Duque's, and then downed his wine in one gulp.
As a senior, as a highly respected court Grand Wizard, Medivh's appreciation of Duque fell into the eyes of everyone in the surroundings. This was an honor that mortals could only dream of but not reach.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I still have a lot of things to do, so I will take my leave first." Finished speaking, Medivh left in a carefree manner.
As a court Grand Wizard highly regarded by the king, at this moment, Medivh still performed his duty of assisting the king. In Duque's timeline, Medivh was the busiest and most active at this time.
He just didn't know whether the Medivh just now was Sargeras, or Medivh's own will, or Medivh's will under Sargeras's mental suggestion. After all, having two souls in one body was the most complicated.
However, does this count as' running away after acting cool? How exciting! '?
Or could it be that this is more exciting because the boss is forced to run away after acting cool in front of me!?
Thinking of this, the blood in Duque's body began to boil.
He did not expect that he would one day use a super villain boss as his shield … Duque suddenly realized that he seemed to have awakened some kind of evil attribute that pursued excitement.
What happened next had nothing to do with Duque.
A guy who looked like a host came up and announced, "Alright, now it's time for the apprentice and the mentor to choose. According to the academy's regulations, the mentors who must recruit magic apprentices this year are … "
The host rambled on and on about a lot of things that had nothing to do with Duque. In fact, this two-way choice reminded Duque of the talent market. Unfortunately, Duque had even rejected Medivh, so naturally, there would not be any mages who would stick their warm faces to their butts.
In previous years, there seemed to be a chief magic apprentice award ceremony or something. Now that Duque, the chief apprentice, had directly become an earth mage, this step was saved.
The biggest limelight was stolen by Duque, and the rest of the apprentices and mages would not ask for a snub. Soon, they dispersed like birds and beasts.
It was only then that Darnielle and Itana, who came with Duque, came up.
"Congratulations, Duque … uh, Sir Marcus." The ones who spoke were Darnielle and Itana, who did not dare to look Duque in the eye.
"Call me Duque."
Darnielle seemed a little hesitant, but he still said straightforwardly, "Duque … We've discussed it with Mentor Norton and decided to become his disciple."
Suddenly, Itana looked up. This freckled little girl seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage, "Duque, why don't we beg Mentor Norton together? After all, he was the one who unearthed you, we …"
Duque raised a finger and stopped Itana from continuing.
Duque thought to himself, If old man Norton dared to accept me, he would have come long ago. I wonder if it's because I'm old and have become timid.
He did not blame old man Norton. After all, not everyone had the aptitude and luck to become a hero. However, it was precisely the struggle of a myriad of mortals against fate that created numerous epic events.
"Everyone has their own standpoint. Besides, the path I'm taking is very different from yours. Learn well from Mentor Norton. If there's anything good, I'll take care of you. "
The two youngsters nodded, not really understanding.
Everyone dispersed. Duque asked the attendant for the location, and under the attendant's guidance, he walked through the long marble corridor. Under the gaze of countless people in the paintings, he still knocked on old man Norton's door.
The one who opened the door was the ordinary second-year female apprentice called Sasha. Seeing Duque outside the door, this female apprentice with flaxen hair and light brown eyes revealed a kind smile.
She said to Duke in a low voice, "You really did come. Actually, Mentor has been hoping for you to come. Mentor … He's not a bad person, he just has too many concerns. "
After saying that quickly, Sasha said loudly, "Welcome, Your Excellency Duke Marcus. Mentor is free. You can go in yourself. "
Duque nodded with a smile, and walked in with his head held high.
Perhaps it was only a temporary room for recruiting apprentices, the room was quite different from what Duque had imagined. To be precise, it was not a room for a sorcerer, but more like a guest room for a noble.
There was nothing on the white rectangular oak table, only the gorgeous golden curved edges of the table that were filled with all kinds of arcs could be seen. In front of the table, there was a chair with a red velvet background, which allowed apprentices to sit comfortably and communicate with their mentor.
The mentor's chair was a little dazzling, because there were two crystal balls infused with arcane energy on the chair, emitting a gentle glow. It was probably to announce the field that Mentor Norton was good at — arcane.
However, old man Norton was not sitting on the chair. On the contrary, he was looking out of the room's large floor-to-ceiling window with his back to the door. Looking at the greenery everywhere in the academy, the old man seemed to be sighing.
"I'm sorry to have caused you trouble," Duque said first.
"Sigh …" The old man sighed. "Although you have been in trouble since the first time I saw you, I still did not expect you to cause so much trouble."
"Do you regret it?" Duque asked with a smile.
"If I really regretted it, I wouldn't even let you into this room."
"Then you …"
"I've decided to take a gamble!"
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
