Duque was shocked!
To be Rhonin's teacher?!
That didn't seem right!
Although there was no seniority in learning, as long as you were of a lower level than the other party, regardless of whether you were eighty years old or a hundred years old, you had to call someone senior, but a seventeen-year-old young man with a twenty-year-old disciple, that scene …
Not to mention that was Rhonin!
The famous example of a loser's counterattack in history, Rhonin, who had no background but was almost at the level of a Mage!
If he took Rhonin as his disciple, he felt that his moral integrity would be greatly reduced.
Well, even Duque himself did not believe that he was a person of moral integrity for a long time.
Duque told himself in his heart, "I even saved Lothar, what difference does it make if I take Rhonin as my disciple?"
However, he still had to put on an act.
Duque said sincerely, "Rhonin, after all, I have gone through life and death with you. Personally, I quite admire you. Perhaps I have enough achievements to boast to anyone, but my age is right there, and I may not be more knowledgeable than you. Do you really want to be my disciple? "
Rhonin looked a little embarrassed.
Duque was right, but so what?
Duque's resume blinded all the mages.
A seventeen-year-old Radiant Moon Mage.
Killed the Burning Legion's boss, Sargeras.
Saved hundreds of thousands of Stormwind citizens.
Transported fifty thousand elite soldiers on an ice ship in one night.
Became the Alliance's Deputy Commander at the age of sixteen, led the army to conquer the entire Lordaeron continent, and killed millions of Orcs.
Killed the Sacred Swordsman chief, destroyed a Warlock.
Saved the Red Dragon Queen, killed Nethario.
Even though he had gone on adventures with Duque, Rhonin knew very well that the one standing in front of him was a living legend of the Alliance.
He put one hand on his chest and bowed.
"No, Lord Marcus is too humble. Your courage is no less than Wuther the Lightbringer who charged against two hundred thousand Orcs with twelve riders. Your wisdom is enough to light up the entire Azeroth Starry Sky. I, Rhonin, sincerely hope to worship Lord Marcus as my master, to learn how to be a person, to learn wisdom, and to learn the mysteries of magic! "
These words … … were definitely not thought up by Rhonin himself!
If Luo Ning was this good with words, he wouldn't have offended so many people in the first place.
Duque shifted his gaze to Krasus's face. The human-shaped red dragon couldn't help but blush. Damn you! He was just short of whistling and pretending to be innocent.
Luo Ning panicked and tried to explain: "No! Lord Marcus, don't blame Lord Crassus. I was afraid that I would say something wrong, so I asked him for advice. "
This time, it was Krasus' turn to laugh. "Don't underestimate our great hero, Duque! If he was such a petty person, no matter how great his achievements were, he wouldn't have been recognized by so many kings. "
In the direction Krasus was pointing. Sure enough, Luo Ning saw the officials of the Nine Great Kingdoms chatting merrily and wittily. This was a private banquet, but the dignitaries of various countries had come. What was their purpose?
This had long since surpassed simple benefits, it was more of a recognition of Duke Marcus.
At this moment, Luo Ning's eyes were filled with indescribable envy. This expression lasted for two seconds, and then he turned around and bowed deeply towards Duque: "I ask Lord Marcus to accept me as a disciple. I might not be able to become a great hero like you, but I still hope that one day, I can become a great Arcana Master on par with Lord Marcus! "
"Good! I agree. However, calling him Lord Marcus was too distant. You can call me Teacher Duque in the future. "
"Understood, Teacher Duque!"
Seeing the super awesome person whose name would go down in history actually take him as his master, Duque felt his bones go numb, even his footsteps were a bit light.
After Luo Ning left, Aurelia, dressed in evening clothes, couldn't help but ridicule Duque: "Hey! Duque, is taking Luo Ning as a disciple really something to be happy about? "
Wintessa also came over: "Yes! I feel that he's a bit special in arcane magic, but not necessarily outstanding! Don't true geniuses have already shown their talents long ago? "
"No, no, no!" Duque pretended to shake the index finger of his right hand mysteriously: "Rather than doubt, you should believe in my foresight."
Speaking of foresight, the Windrunner sisters put their hands on their hips. On this point, they really had to admire Duque. He really made a mistake when using people. Even bringing Marian when saving the Red Dragon Queen could not be said to be a mistake, because judging from how Duque had backfired on Nesario, perhaps Duque had predicted this from the beginning.
Duque did not know if he could train Luo Ning well.
After all, in the original history, there were three great Pharaoh of the younger generation: Khadgar, Luo Ning, and Jaina. One became a ghost, one seemed to have been robbed of his role by someone and became a bit unknown, and the last one was still a loli who had not yet expired.
Duque silently muttered in his heart: This is the world's fault!
After the Second World War at the Dark Portal, Duque still felt that the world did not seem to have changed as much as he had imagined. However, with this abominable transmigrator stirring up trouble, things seemed to be developing in a strange direction.
On the other side, Dailin and Laing seemed to be talking about something, and then Andoine also went over to join in.
Looking at the three guys who were beaming with joy, Duque suddenly had a feeling that these three guys were going to cause trouble.
Suddenly shivering, Duque had an ominous premonition in his heart.
Sure enough, in the next second, three burly animals came together.
Duque pulled Luo Ning over as a shield. "Yo, why are the three of you here together? Just in time, let me introduce you, this is my new disciple, Luo Ning. He is extremely talented in arcane magic. "
Seeing the three nobles at the same time, Luo Ning was a little confused. Only when Duque secretly kicked him did Luo Ning come to his senses. "Your Majesty Proudmore, Your Majesty Wrynn, Commander Lothar, greetings!"
"Haha! Disciple! It's okay, I believe in your judgment. "Lothar's loud voice was the first to congratulate him.
But Laing … For some reason, Duque always felt that Laing's gaze seemed to be telling him, Duque, "You brought this upon yourself?"
Eh? Did I do something wrong?
"Duque, you've started to accept disciples?" Dailin's eyes were playful.
"Uh, can't I? At least I can be respectfully addressed as the Great Mage, "Duque replied with his hands on his waist.
"No, no, no, I very much recognize your strength. Since you've already accepted a disciple, why don't you also accept a genius in frost magic? "
"Who!?" As soon as he asked, Duque felt a little regretful. He already knew the answer.
"Yo, Jaina, come here for a while." Dailin called out to his daughter.
Duque clenched his teeth, looking as if he had a toothache.
The next moment, Duque saw a golden-haired loli in a blue dress with white edges walking over quickly.
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