When he heard the word 'Supernatural Magic Research Institute', Rafael Fovo changed his frivolous attitude and immediately became serious.

He raised his left hand and moved his fingers back and forth between the wooden clock and Ple Filka. His tone was very uncertain: "He said you are from the Institute of Supernatural Magic Research?"

Mu Zhong had a 'puzzled' expression on his face, as if he still didn't understand the situation. He nodded along with the other person's question: "Yeah."

"A student?"

"yes."

"How many years is the limit?"

"I'm a freshman this year."

"Freshman?" Rafael Fovo frowned. He was very suspicious of the other party's identity: "Why is a freshman of one year here?"

Mu Zhong looked embarrassed: "My situation is quite special, so it is not convenient to answer your question. In short, I only left the academy after learning more than three magics. You can understand it as coming to experience life."

After saying this, he walked up to An, touched her little head, and said softly: "You must be frightened by strangers."

Then in front of everyone, Mu Zhong summoned a bunch of summer black grapes. He grabbed An's hand, stuffed the grapes into her hand, then patted her shoulder, "Take the book and go to the room."

Let’s learn here.”

This series of behaviors of Mu Zhong were so natural that even if Ralf could see something was wrong, he couldn't say anything wrong.

"Um."

An responded weakly, packed up the papers and books, and left the living room.

………

Rafael Fovo was a proud man, and it was a little hard for him to accept that the 'commoners' he thought had turned into students from that magic academy in the blink of an eye.

Therefore, before the other party completely proves his identity, he will try his best to find flaws in the other party.

"Was that magic?" Rafael Fovo asked.

"Yes." - wooden clock.

"What system of magic is that?"

This touches on his blind spot in knowledge, but it doesn't matter, he has ways to deal with it.

Mu Zhong showed a polite and distant smile: "I'm sorry, I can't answer this question."

"Oh?" Rafael Fovo felt that he had discovered a loophole in the other party's words. He spread his hands and raised his voice: "Why?! There are only those seven mainstream systems in the School of Supernatural Magic Research. They are all over the world.

Even magicians know it, so what is there that deserves to be kept secret? Or is it that you actually don’t know."

"Don't find fault, okay?" Mu Zhong looked helpless. He shook his head slightly and said: "If you doubt my identity, you can go there and ask Professor Hailin Melt, or you can directly ask Dean Hamill.

, they will tell you the reason why I kept it secret."

The two of them are both long-established great magicians, while Rafael is just a small high-level magician. Let alone meeting each other, he may not even be qualified to enter the academy.

——Thinking of this, Rafael Fovo felt that the crowd in front of him was as tight as an iron barrel, and there was no way to find a breakthrough anywhere.

He looked at Ple Filka and Raja Prent, and both of them reacted with "taboo" and "silence", okay, here is another piece of iron.

Although Ravel was a bit arrogant, he would never use underhanded means to achieve his goals, so he had no intention of pursuing the two men afterwards.

He picked up his chin, stared at the wooden clock, and said suspiciously: "I still don't believe that one-year freshmen can operate outside the magic academy... What's your name?"

"Wu Zhong." Mu Zhong also asked, "What about you?"

"Ralph Fovo." After a pause, he continued: "Can I ask you a few questions?"

"If it's within the scope of my answer."

"How old are you?"

"twenty."

"Huh? Why do you look younger than me?"

"I also want to be a pretty boy..." Mu Zhong glanced at him resentfully and said dissatisfied: "Don't ask me about this."

"Tsk tsk..."

Rafael Fovo finally felt the difference in the wooden clock. This person never panicked from beginning to end. No matter what he asked, the other party could always avoid it calmly.

With such a calm mind, there is basically no mistaking the identity.

but……

When Rafael Fovo had an idea, he grabbed the hem of his robe, lifted it aside gracefully, and asked: "Last question, can I use detection magic on you?"

As soon as the question came up, Pule Filka, who was a bystander, suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart.

He was also a student at the Academy of Supernatural Magic Research back then...but now he is...hard to explain.

…

Mu Zhong crossed his chest with one hand and put the other hand against his lower lip. He had a small problem that he had to think about.

All of his magic origins are integrated into the origin pocket watch. In this case, can the other party's detection magic detect anything?

——There is a high probability that there is nothing.

"Yes, yes, but...in exchange, I want to test an interesting little magic on you."

No matter what prefix is ​​added to something like magic, no one will equate the effect of magic with the prefix, unless the magician's character is very reliable.

The two knights Piri and Tut stepped forward. This was their duty: "Please test it on me."

"Back off."

Rafael Fovo coldly shouted back the two of them, then changed his tone and said to the wooden clock with a smile: 'No problem. Then, I'm going to use magic.'

Mu Zhong also had a smile on his face: "Yeah."

——In the eyes of others, these two people now look like two smiling foxes.

…

Rafael Fevomo recited the magic name, and then a blue light ball flew from his fingertips to the wooden clock and disappeared into the opponent's body.

In less than a blink of an eye, the light ball flew out of the wooden clock's body again, returned to Rafael Fovo's hand, and disappeared.

This magic came and went quickly. Mu Zhong only felt a chill all over his body for a moment, but other than that there was no other abnormality.

Rafael Fovo received the magic feedback information. He was so shocked that he lost control: "This is impossible! You have no magic power at all! How can you release magic without magic power? Are you human?!"

"Why don't you think this is the effect of some magic?"

The other party lost his composure, so Mu Zhong acted even more calmly. With a move of his right hand, he summoned a magic green lemon, "Besides, do you think non-human beings can be as easy to talk to as me?"

He showed a friendly smile: "Next, it's my turn."

As soon as the last note fell, the wooden clock suddenly threw out the magic green lemon in its hand.

Facing this fruit summon flying towards him, Rafael Fovo felt very confused. In confusion, he reached out and caught the magic green lemon.

Hit the target.

The magic works.

An unprecedented sour taste occupied Ravel Fovo's taste buds, and he was so sour that he couldn't help himself: "So sour! What is this taste?! Sour, sour, sour -"
Chapter completed!