He had seen a tycoon before.
He had never seen such a tycoon!
Not only was he rich, but he was also a little stupid.
The manager was an old man who looked like he was about to die. Although his face was full of wrinkles and he looked like a Shar Pei, Duque could clearly feel the abundant arcane energy in the old man's body.
The system elf had determined that the old man's power level was also 'Crimson Skeleton'! In other words, this old man who looked like he would choke to death when he swallowed his saliva was actually a Boss-level existence whose power was far above Duque's?
Duque was embarrassed.
Should he say that Stormwind City was the second most powerful human magic holy land after the Dalajan?
"Young man, I know you are talented, but no matter how talented you are, you can't master the entire ocean of magic. The magic here can be divided into nine major schools: Defense, Conjuring, Divination, Enchantment, and Evocation. Take the Evocation school that you are most familiar with. Evocation is the shaping of energy. It is also divided into fire, ice, arcane, and other minor schools. "
"Uh, I know that."
"You know that there are so many schools, but you still want to learn all of them? Do you know that even if you can learn all the Level-2 spells that an earth mage can learn, learning so many spells will at least make your beard grow an inch longer! "
"It's not that exaggerated!" Duque looked like he didn't care about Level-2 spells at all. He kept saying that magic was actually easy to learn, and even bragged that he was a ninth-grade talent genius.
In fact, it was to hide the fact that he had the system to learn magic in an instant.
As he spoke, to prove that he was not lying, Duque even drew a Level-2 spell [Ice Armor] and demonstrated it to the old man.
Instantly connecting to the Ice Elemental Realm, a large amount of cold air gathered from the void and condensed on Duque's body. Cold white light gushed out of his arms and quickly covered Duque's arms at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Not only his arms, but his legs and body also flashed with a cold white light. The white light flowed and covered Duque's body and limbs.
It was almost impossible for an ordinary mage to learn a spell formula the moment they came into contact with it. Even if a Breaking Dawn Mage were to come into contact with a rank 2 spell that they had never seen before and learn it on the spot, not everyone could do it.
It would already be impressive if the other Ice Armors had the appearance of armor that could protect the Mage's vitals.
What about Duque?
A mere Ice Armor Spell was actually made into something fancy by him.
The Monarch Plate Armor Set, oh, it was the Storm City Guard Full Body Armor Set, impressively appeared in front of the old man.
Layers of orderly pauldrons, bright breastplates, solid waist armor … It was already very good to be able to create these with the Ice Armor Spell.
Do you know what Duque created?
He had even created a chain armor that was made of small iron rings that interlocked with each other to protect his upper arms. As for the majestic and mighty lion head carvings on his belt and gauntlets, he naturally didn't pull them down.
Apart from the lack of color and the fact that it was made of ice, it was the standard equipment of Storm City's soldiers.
With one look, the old man no longer had any doubts about Duque's talent and abilities.
He was only filled with shock … and resentment.
Was magic that easy to cultivate?
If it was that easy, the Stormwind City Royal Magic Academy wouldn't need to send out a large number of people every year to select apprentices from all over the country. Tens of thousands of youths participated in the test every year, but only a few dozen people were able to be tested for magic aptitude.
Most of these people didn't have enough aptitude. Even if they couldn't be nurtured into official Mages, it would be good to find some apprentices to help them. That was why they were reluctantly recruited into the Magic Academy.
With time, they could become official Earth Mages before the age of 40, and then join the Mage Team as a fighting force.
Hence, in the Magic Academy, apprentices in their forties and fifties were not rare. Thus, Duque's age was considered very young even among apprentices, let alone official Mages.
When Duque gave up on becoming Medivh's disciple, the old man was still resentful. A good seedling had been destroyed just like that.
But how long had it been?
A month.
In just a month, Duque's strength had risen from a level 1 Earth Mage to a level 5 Mage.
If it were any other Mage, such rapid progress would have caused problems with their magic circuits being disrupted, or damaged due to overexertion.
But what about Duque?
He could clearly feel the elemental power flowing slowly and orderly in Duque's body. The extremely gentle elements hid an unimaginable violence. As long as Duque wanted to, these elements could turn into the fiercest flames or frost at any time and attack Duque's enemies.
It had only been a month!
Was a month a lot of time?
Even if Duque had been accepted as a core disciple by Medivh from the start, he wouldn't have been able to make such terrifying and solid progress in a month.
Even the Guardian Medivh, who was known as the most talented, had only improved at such a rate. When Medivh was young, he had been carefully guided by the strongest Mage in Azeroth at the time — his mother, Aegwynn!
And the old man himself had trained from a level 1 Earth Master to a level 5 Mage, which took him a year and a half.
And this was in Stormwind, the second most powerful Mage nation in the human world, second only to the Dalajan.
For those roaming Mages in small places who couldn't receive orthodox magic education, if they relied on their own research and training, it would be a matter worth celebrating if anyone could make such progress in five years.
Faced with Duque, the old man was completely speechless.
To make such rapid progress in a month and have such a solid foundation, this was not only a shock to him.
More importantly, it was a blow to him!
Comparisons were odious!
Was a level 9 talent really so frightening and amazing?
The old man's heart was hit hard.
Taking another glance at Duke, who looked as though it was a matter of course and did not look happy at all, the old man thought to himself, Even if this kid were to be placed among the High Elves, he would still be a monster-level fellow.
Duque didn't have time to care about the old man's thoughts.
He was stunned by the spell list of the Royal Magic Academy.
He really couldn't figure out if the original game had deliberately reduced the number of spells for Mages to become a pure attack and crowd control Mage class, or if Azeroth had so many spells to begin with.
Spell Type [Grease], [Fog Concealment] …
Prophecy Type [Identify] …
Enchantment Type [Hypnosis] …
When the old man brought over a large pile of spell books, which was as tall as a small mountain, and showed a teasing expression, Duque really felt his scalp tingle.
But since he had made such a big statement, he had to learn it!
He had to pretend to be cool to the end even if he had to hold back his tears.
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