What was the result?
There were no murderers to be seen, only two black men and the scarecrow that was placed on the empty ground as a symbolic target were all reduced to dust.
Not far away, Vice-Captain Virie was dumbfounded. His mouth was so wide open that an egg could fit in it.
A little further away were Sir Fahm Brando and his servants, who were paralyzed on the ground in fear.
"Oh my god, what did I just see?" Virie could not believe his eyes.
His former captain had once told him that if he was an outstanding wizard, he could use the crystal ball to release a fireball and turn a scarecrow into dust.
What did he just see?
A row of ten scarecrows were all gone. The ground was covered in black ash and a small amount of dried grass that had not been completely burnt.
"Cough cough cough..." The two fellows, one old and one young, were coughing violently. Both of them were choking on the thick smoke brought by the fire.
"Sasha." The old wizard called out to his assistant, his voice filled with unspeakable ecstasy. "Inform Old Mike to bring me that bottle of wine that I have treasured! I found a treasure! "
"Treasure!? What treasure? "The assistant, who had rushed over in a panic, was a little confused.
Old man Norton pulled Duque, who was still in a state of confusion. "He... is a great wizard that only appears once in a thousand years, no, once in ten thousand years!"
"Wow..." In an instant, the entire Northshire Abbey's training grounds were in an uproar.
Regardless of the era, soldiers who did not need talent and only relied on a body full of muscles were the most common. On the contrary, the more skills and talent were needed, the rarer the profession. Regardless of which profession, mages were extremely rare, to the point that they were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
Almost at the moment the old man made the announcement, Duque could feel that everyone was looking at him differently.
Most of them were envious, a few were jealous, but there was also... respect!
Duque's ears were a mess, but he still understood the gist of it. As long as he became an official wizard, he would be the equivalent of a noble. In the future, he would even have his own fiefdom, his own wizard tower, and so on.
The two guards who once looked down on him were dragged over by Vice-Captain Virie and begged for Duque's forgiveness like dogs.
Of course, the one who was most shocked was Phame Brando.
After the initial shock, his face immediately turned from shock to ashen, because he heard a sentence.
"Kid, from this moment onwards, you are the highest grade nine wizard apprentice in Stormwind City Royal Magic Academy. Yes, I will apply for special treatment for you. In this way, you can enjoy the same benefits as a knight. "
What!? Impossible!
In Brando's eyes, Duque's handsome face was even more detestable and hideous than the most hideous ghoul. Brando couldn't believe his ears.
Ninth grade aptitude!
What was ninth grade aptitude?!
Since the founding of Stormwind City, there had only been one person who had received the ninth grade aptitude evaluation! That person was the current Stormwind City Royal Court Grand Wizard Medivh, the legendary man who was hailed as the next World Guardian!
Who was Medivh's mother?
The famous Guardian of the World of Azeroth, Aegwynn.
How could a poor kid of unknown origin have such terrifying aptitude?
Brando was going crazy!
He knew he had lost!
Although there was no bet, Brando knew he had lost.
The reason why he could falsely claim credit was because of his noble status, and also because he had received the qualification of a grade five apprentice in the mage trial that was arranged in advance.
Among mortals, grade five meant excellence.
There was only one Medivh in the world, and the more outstanding wizards had long been recruited into the holy land of human wizards, Dalajan City. Therefore, the status of a grade five apprentice was enough for Brando to do whatever he wanted in Stormwind City.
It was a pity that compared to the grade 9 Acolyte Duke who had appeared out of nowhere, he was nothing.
"Kid, what's your name?" The old man held onto Duque's hand tightly, as if the treasure would run away if he let go.
"Duque."
"Duque? What's your surname? "
Duque was stunned. Uh, right, this was a fantasy world with a western theme.
To others, Duque was just a name, not a surname. He couldn't tell the old man that his surname was Du, and that he was a distant relative of the great poet Du Fu.
At this moment, a surname suddenly appeared in Duque's mind. It was the surname of a winner in life that all men in World of Warcraft envied and hated.
For some reason, Duque blurted out, "Marcus … Duke Marcus!"
The old man grabbed Duque's left hand with his right arm and raised it high, "This year's wizard apprentice trial's king of rookies has been born, and he is Duke Marcus!"
Once this result was out, everyone was shocked. Over a thousand people's mouths were wide open, so wide that even a duck's egg could be stuffed into it, and they looked at everything dumbfoundedly.
There was complete silence.
Unknowingly, everyone's eyes focused on the young noble Brando again.
Facing the malicious, hostile, and even contemptuous gazes, Brando's face felt like it was on fire.
Apologize? Impossible!
Nobles would only ever apologize to another noble!
Even if they knew they were in the wrong, nobles would never yield to a commoner. What equivalent to the status of a knight? That's right, the status of a wizard was transcendent, but no matter how talented Duque was, he was still just a wizard apprentice.
Before he became a court wizard, there was no need to think about apologizing at all!
"Hmph!" With a livid face, Brando stomped his feet and ran away with a bunch of servants.
After a long time, when Brando's figure was completely far away.
Boom!
The crowd was in an uproar.
Only then did the uproar erupt.
Every commoner was talking wildly, describing what had just happened to their companions in whispers, which led to waves of screams.
"I … I … I didn't hear it wrong, did I? That kid called Duque won the bet? "
"You didn't hear it wrong! Duque defeated the kid from Brando's family in one fell swoop in the wizard apprentice trial. Ninth-grade aptitude! That's completely above Brando's fifth-grade aptitude. "
"Yes, a commoner kid defeated the noble Brando, this is unbelievable!"
"If that's the case, then little brother Duque has entered the Royal Wizard Academy in Stormwind City?"
"Wow, now that you mention it, it seems like since the founding of Stormwind City, Duque is the first person to enter the Wizard Academy as a commoner!"
A muscular young man said excitedly, "Duque is too powerful, this won't do, when he graduates from the Wizard Academy, I want to be his follower!"
"You still have to wait for Sir Duque to graduate? I suggest you get in touch with him as soon as possible. Ninth-grade aptitude, maybe he'll be the next court wizard of Stormwind City. "
"Tsk tsk, look at the glowing eyes of the surrounding ladies, they want to swallow Duque into their stomachs."
A large group of lads were shouting wantonly, venting the excitement in their hearts.
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