Allen and Jeffrey walked down the stairs and saw Jimmy holding an envelope in his hand, squatting in the corner in despair, his face frighteningly white.
"Like you, Jimmy also wants to go to the Mage Tower," Jeffrey whispered in Allen's ear. "He has been working hard for it, but unfortunately, he is not as lucky as you."
Allen was silent.
At this moment, he deeply felt the cruelty of competition.
People tend to only focus on the lucky few in the spotlight, but forget how many dead bones of losers are buried behind them.
He wanted to step forward to comfort Jimmy, but was stopped by Jeffrey.
"My dear Mr. Magician," Jeffrey said to him in a low voice, "In such a state of mind, the last thing Jimmy wants to see is someone like you."
After he finished speaking, he dragged Allen towards the other side of the corridor.
When the two were about to walk to the mailbox, they bumped into another person head-on.
"Hi, Howard!" Allen greeted with a smile, "Looking at how happy you are, do you have any good news to tell me?"
Howard pushed up his glasses, waved the envelope in front of Allen, and said:
"One piece of good news, one piece of bad news."
"Well, let me guess... the good news is that you were selected to take the talent test in the Mage Tower?"
Howard nodded: "That's right."
"What about the bad news?" Allen then asked, "Is it possible that you regretted it?"
"How is that possible?" Howard shook his head, "Well, to be honest, this time, my first place was snatched away by an unknown pervert."
After saying that, he gave Allen a meaningful look.
Allen smiled awkwardly and stopped talking.
He had a vague premonition about this "perverted" identity.
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After passing through the noisy crowd, Alan and Jeffrey finally arrived at the mailbox.
"Who goes first?" Jeffrey said with a smile.
However, seeing that Allen ignored him, he opened the envelope on his own.
"Sure enough, the make-up exam notice," Jeffrey laughed to himself, feeling relieved, "I just said I would fail this time."
Allen patted him on the shoulder and said nothing.
Then, he also opened the mailbox and opened his own letter.
Jeffrey leaned his head and read the contents of the letter with him.
But a few seconds later, Jeffrey suddenly seemed to be frozen in place, motionless.
"What's wrong?" Allen glanced at him suspiciously.
"Alan, are you sure this letter is addressed to you?"
"Yes, it has my name written on it."
Hearing this, Jeffrey took a deep breath, then turned around, stared at Allen with the eyes of a monster, and then said word by word:
"Well, congratulations. The great magician Mr. Alan York has gone from last to first. Your experience can be used to write a novel."
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At the same time, the Mage Tower.
While students at the University of Cambridge are either rejoicing or worrying about their exam results, magician Les Ross and her team are making final preparations for admissions.
At this moment, Les came to the magic laboratory of "Father of Steam" James Ward, intending to make final confirmation on his request to find a successor.
She knocked lightly on the door.
"Come in!" An old and hoarse voice came from inside.
Upon hearing this, Lais opened the door and walked in.
This is an extremely messy laboratory, filled with strange mechanical equipment, magic materials and colorful potion jars.
Not far away, a flask was being roasted by magic flames, spewing purple smoke, filling the entire laboratory, making Lais's vision hazy.
From time to time, there will be some broken metal parts and broken medicine bottles on the ground. Because the owner of the laboratory is too lazy to clean them, they have become obstacles to walking.
As Lais stepped forward cautiously, she silently thought to herself: It seems that the rumors are true. Senior Walder has indeed not left the door of this laboratory for several months.
Old man Walder was seen sitting next to the experimental table, staring intently at a flask in front of him. Even when Les walked to his side, he did not turn his head to look at her.
He was wearing a dirty mage's robe, and his gray hair was like dry straw. It had obviously not been washed for a long time.
"Wait for one more minute and let me finish this little experiment." Wald said.
Lais nodded, obeyed his instructions, and stood aside silently.
However, five minutes later
"Bang!"
The flask in front of Walder suddenly seemed to be boiling, a large number of bubbles emerged, and then suddenly exploded.
Suddenly, liquid splashed and flames shot out.
Under the strong light, Laisi couldn't open her eyes for a while.
However, she still remembered to cast a magic protective shield spell on herself to prevent sparks and potions from hitting her.
At this moment, she heard crazy and excited shouts from beside her:
"I succeeded! I succeeded!"
I saw old man Walder jumping up from the fire, like a child, so happy that he couldn't help himself.
Seeing a few more stains on the old man's robe, Lais shook her head silently and thought to herself: The old man is so obsessed with research that he doesn't even get a magic shield and is not afraid of anything happening to him.
Thinking of this, Lais had to sigh silently. Mr. Walder was so lucky to be able to survive one dangerous experiment after another!
When Walder finally calmed down, Lais took a step forward and said:
"Mr. Walder, I'm very sorry. Although my team and I would like to help you find a suitable student so that your knowledge can be passed on, we have to regret to say that you have very high requirements for this successor's magical talent.
It's too high. I'm afraid even if we search the entire plane, we may not be able to find one that meets your requirements."
"But I feel like my requirements are not too high," Walder frowned. "The magic talent of 'excellent' and above is not weaker than my magic control ability and creativity. I don't think this is too much."
"But... Duke Solomon's youngest daughter, Selina, whose talent rating is 'excellent', even she was rejected by you. I really can't think of anyone who is better than her."
"Selena Solomon's magic talent is indeed good," Walder nodded, then changed the topic and said, "But she lacks the courage to break the rules."
"But you haven't even seen her face..."
"I have indeed never met her," Walder admitted, "but when I learned that she was willing to obey her father's order and sign a marriage contract with Marquis Scott, who was twenty-five years older than her, I knew that
Apart from her higher talent, she is no different from other noble girls."