Understand humans!

"It's only been three months."

Under the black hood, a young man asked questions to the old man who was leading the group. The young man was a little impatient and worried about the consecutive attacks, but the old magician was very calm and confident.

"Has the San Lorenzo City Magic Association branch got a new director?"

"Yes, this is a common occurrence. San Lorenzo has been regarded as a private property by those nobles. Even the Magic Association is unwilling to let them interfere."

"Chief, how many more times do we have to help them?"

"We have to keep working for that group of nobles so that they can collect all the magical resources of San Lorenzo for us. We can't stop. If we stop, we will be replaced by others."

"But our school is the only wandering magician around San Lorenzo. Even if those nobles want to find others, where can they find them?"

"Anyone can become a wandering magician as long as they abandon the badge of the Magic Association. Didn't Barrit want to compete with us for resources in the beginning? He lost, and in the end he could only become the deputy director of the association branch. Wandering magicians are the most useful knife in the hands of the nobles. If we don't become one, there are plenty of people who will do it."

"…………" The young magician understood something and finally stopped asking. In fact, after following the old magician to kill so many people for the nobles, the young magician roughly understood the position of his people, but he was just a little worried.

I'm worried that if I keep doing such risky jobs, sooner or later I'll run into someone I can't afford to offend.

The young magician sighed and mentioned the last time he intercepted and killed a disobedient association minister.

"It's very difficult to be the new minister. We lost several people and we couldn't keep him."

The old magician snorted coldly:

"It's not that difficult. We just can't reveal the characteristics of our school, fearing that the Magic Association headquarters will find us guilty. If we use all means without scruples, I can capture him alone... And even if we don't capture the minister himself, didn't we kill half of his guards? He was so scared that he fled San Lorenzo overnight, resigned as minister, and never dared to come back."

"But..." The young magician was still a little hesitant. He had heard some unfavorable rumors from San Lorenzo. "I heard that the new minister is very powerful. She caused trouble at Count Conrad's banquet alone and escaped unscathed. Her magic cannon penetrated the castle. The noise was so loud that people in the whole city saw a light as bright as the sun."

"You just attacked an ordinary person who doesn't know magic, what's there to praise about getting away with it?" The old magician still looked disdainful.

"Barritt was there at the time."

"Balito? He's just a loser. He hasn't fought for years. Ever since his legs were cut off by a noble, he has lost his spirit and abandoned his magic training. He is just a loser who spends all day thinking about intrigues and schemes. I can defeat him with one hand."

"A magic cannon that can illuminate the entire night... This is too horrifying. How much magic power is needed to achieve such a powerful sound?"

"It's okay, don't worry. The formal methods learned from the Magic Association are naturally different from those of us who conduct magic research in private. Those who follow the formal methods have solid magic power, and they prefer to use conventional magic to suppress their opponents in battle. Theoretical research and subjugating demons are their specialties, but we are still good at killing methods."

"Chief, this new minister learned it from Kribi. The magicians from the Magic City are more specialized in fighting than magicians from other places, whether it is against demons... or humans."

"It's not like we haven't killed magicians from Kribi before, but they're just a little harder to kill. You haven't seen the truly terrifying ones. In the pre-examiner era, those magicians who survived the perverted examinations that were infinitely close to death were all specialized in combat. We can't compare in magic power, reaction speed, or ruthlessness... Killing those old magicians is a truly life-threatening mission."

"That was many years ago..." complained the young magician. Every time he complained about the danger of a mission, the old magician would sigh about the magicians of the previous examiner era, saying that that batch of magicians had been through the test of death and murderous intent, and that the new generation of magicians now had no courage or perseverance at all.

"It has indeed been many years... I remember that I also participated in the most perverted magic assessment in history. However, the moment I saw the chief examiner, I was crushed to the ground by the magic power and did not even pass the third-level assessment standard." The old magician was quite nostalgic.

"That chief examiner in the history book is so powerful?" The young magician was a little interested. He didn't expect that such a legendary figure actually met his teacher and leader. "What happened later? Leader, since you have seen that person, do you know where she went? There is no trace of that magician now, and many people speculate that she is dead."

"It's true that I haven't heard from that examiner for a long time. She taught me a lot back then... How could she disappear with her strength? Maybe she went to the demon clan and died on the battlefield."

The old magician's eyes flickered and he could not stop reminiscing. If he had persisted a little longer, he might have passed the assessment, possessed the magician badge with the name of the chief examiner, and become a truly qualified magician. He would be treated as a guest of honor in any country he went to.

It's not like it is now, where they claim to have established a school privately but are actually becoming bandits.

Killing people everywhere and doing shady things in exchange for resources to practice magic.

Just as the old magician was reminiscing about the past, the young magician looked down the cliff and suddenly exclaimed:

"She's here, Chief!... But why is she alone? Doesn't she have any guards? Great! We won't lose any manpower this time!"

"No guards?" Unlike the young magician who was ecstatic, the old magician frowned and had a bad feeling when he heard that the new minister came alone.

The old magician squinted his eyes, trying to see the figure walking through the valley below the cliff, but he was old, and his eyesight was not as good as that of young people. No matter how hard the old magician tried to distinguish, there was only a small purple dot in his field of vision.

A human figure can be seen slightly.

The young magician called out to the person behind him who was also wearing a hood to hide his figure:

"Quick, long-range magic attack! Everyone, attack together! Even if the accuracy is not enough, increase the attack frequency and you can hit and kill her!"

Chapter 113 Please Advice

"Wait! Stop it!" After the old magician stopped the people behind him from taking action, he turned his head to the young magician on the side. He finally found something wrong from the previous conversation: "Kribi... You just said that she came from Kribi. Does that mean she is a minister sent directly by Kribi? Or did she just study in Kribi?"

"Is there any difference?" The young magician tilted his head, puzzled.

"What a huge difference!" The old magician's eyes widened with anger. "Quickly confirm whether he is a transfer from an unknown source who learned in Kribi, or a minister sent directly by Kribi to take up the post!"

"The latter." After thinking for a while, the young magician said.

"Damn it, those bastard nobles cheated us!"

"Who signed her letter of authorization?"

"It's not the association's president, Zanze, but a strange name... Celia? Who is that?"

"Fuck it, let's go!"

"Chief, we won't kill her?"

"Why are you killing us? You want to kill us?! I usually tell you to learn more about the history of the Continental Magic Association. It's ok that the chief examiner from more than 20 years ago didn't know, but you don't even know the founder of the Continental Magic Association?! Celia hasn't interfered with the affairs of the association for many years, but that doesn't mean she's dead! If a spirit can live for a thousand years, she can live until we turn to ashes!"

"Not killing anyone... not teaching the new minister a lesson - how are we going to explain to those nobles if we just leave like this, Chief?"

"If something happens to the new minister, whether it's injury or death, as long as it's done by a magic user, Kribi will send a great magic user to lead a team to suppress the traitor."

"Who committed treason?"

"us."

"We are so far away, the Magic Association doesn't even know who we are, and the magic we use is not unique to our school. There is no evidence, so how can the Magic Association accuse us of treason?"

"We don't need evidence. All magic organizations in San Lorenzo will be wiped out indiscriminately."

"What if it was just an accident, a mudslide or something?"

"That's even worse. There are more suspicious people involved, and they all have to die. For the Mainland Magic Association Headquarters, if such a directly dispatched important person dies in a certain jurisdiction, it doesn't matter whether it's an accident or not."

The old magician knew his own faults, so he could hide in the dark and help the nobles do some shady things in the shadows. Even if the nobles were willing to cover it up for him, killing one or two members of the association would be fine, and it would be fine to fake it as an accidental attack by the demons.

But taking action against the important person sent by Kribi directly to exercise supervisory power?

Damn it, Kribi's group of first-level magicians and great magicians don't care whether it was the demons who did it or not. They will just attack all the forces that have the strength to do it, and San Lorenzo will be completely stable.

"Have those good-for-nothings been blinded by the idea of ​​bloodline supremacy? Do they really think the association headquarters will take their noble status into consideration and not take action against them?!"

"Who of those monsters who have climbed to the top of magic cares about the royal power of the nobility?"

The old wizard cursed, put away his wand, and was about to leave with the wizards of his elementary school.

But suddenly I heard the young magician shouting:

"Chief, in front... in front..."

"what?"

"There's someone ahead."

"kindness?"

The old magician raised his head and saw a purple figure gradually appearing in the woods and mountain road on the other side of the cliff. She was wearing a purple top hat, a custom-made luxurious magician's robe, and dragging a huge axe in her hand, plowing a long and narrow gully behind her.

"Chief, it's the new minister who passed by the valley earlier! When did she find us? Shit! There's no other way. Let's kill her first and then think about revenge from the association headquarters!"

"........."

"Chief! Chief? Chief——"

"..."

After calling out three times in a row, the young magician received no response from the old magician.

He couldn't help but turn his head in confusion and saw the horror on the old magician's face.

"Examiner?"

The old magician stared blankly at the purple figure in the distance, muttering to himself.

What kind of examiner is this? Is he very powerful?

The young magician couldn't help but feel puzzled. Now that all the members of their school were here, even if he was facing a first-level magician, he might still have a chance to escape.

But why did the leader just stand there in a daze instead of fighting or retreating?

It's impossible to just give up hope and wait for death, right?

The old magician was stunned for a long time, and when Aura was still far away, he suddenly took off his hood, placed his staff across his chest, and performed a disciple's salute of magic in the pre-examiner era towards the distance.

This was the etiquette of magicians before the establishment of the Continental Magic Association. In that era when magical knowledge was not yet fully open, even a casual word of advice was worthy of this special disciple etiquette.

However, most modern magicians have forgotten this tradition.

The old magician didn't know why he chose to do this suddenly before the battle, perhaps it was out of fear as if facing a powerful enemy, perhaps it was the awe of her in his memory, or perhaps the desire to beg for mercy conflicted with the dignity of a magician who had reappeared... In short, he instinctively performed this salute from a distance.

The purple figure in the distance naturally had better eyesight than the old magician. When she saw the familiar etiquette from many years ago suddenly appearing on the enemy, she was stunned for a moment, and then put the axe aside.

Aura took off his hat, picked up the luxurious wizard's robe, just like picking up the edge of a dress, and calmly saluted in the direction of the old wizard.

When she was an examiner, Aura had imitated this human etiquette countless times. Now, she performed it with no change from the past and was extremely elegant.

The old magician looked up in a daze, looking at the two horns, one long and one short, that were revealed after Aura took off his purple tall hat.

The moment he saw the two horns, he understood.

No one present here today can survive.

"The Grim Reaper with the Top Hat..." the old wizard murmured the name he remembered.

That’s what it meant.

Complete the assessment ceremony.

Aula slowly put on his tall hat, with a faint smile on his face, then leisurely picked up the axe, swung it in an arc gracefully, and carried it on his shoulder.

She looked calmly at the hunched old magician opposite with her purple eyes and spoke gently:

"Candidates, please check within five minutes whether your magic power reserves are sufficient, whether your magic formula is complete, and whether your magician badge is intact."

"Candidates should prepare their own weapons. There is no limit on the magic form, magic props, rules, or ending form of this exam."

"This assessment has no upper limit. Please aim to kill the examiner and persist until the end of the assessment."

"Once the examinee stops living, the examination will be stopped. The examiner will collect all the broken props for the examinee and deal with the body."

"Today is the 1,703rd assessment that I am leading. Examiner Aura, please give me your guidance."

After saying that, the purple-haired demon stroked his robe and bowed forward.

"…Candidate, Christopher, please give me your guidance."

In the silence, the old magician bent forward with his hunched body, performed the disciple's salute, with tears streaming down his face.

Chapter 114 Qualified

Aula left home at noon and returned that same evening.

Although it was late at night, it was much faster than Silla had expected.

Even if an ordinary human magician is proficient in the magic of acceleration, it is impossible for him to visit the sheriffs of San Lorenzo and nearby towns one by one with limited magic power.

Either he has more than two hundred years of magical power, or he has mastered some magical magic other than conventional acceleration magic - Sheila thinks Aura should be the latter.

"How did you get blood on your body? Did you resist during the journey?"

"They didn't resist. They were all very well behaved—"

Of course. When I see you walking over with an axe and feel a chill on my neck, who wouldn’t behave?

Sheila helped Aura change the magician's robe that was stained with a little blood, and looked at the pattern stained by blood with heartache.

This is not a robe randomly given to magic apprentices, but one that is customized for high-level magicians by the Continental Magic Association. Sheila herself is a third-level magician, and she is not even qualified to customize the unique style of magician robes - I heard that only second-level magicians and above or important personnel in the headquarters are qualified to customize them.

Sheila had seen the custom-made robe that Barrit wore when he was young. It was also of ordinary style and not as luxurious as this one.

I don’t know what level of magic robe this one with purple patterns belongs to.

Too bad it was stained with blood.

"If you didn't resist, where did the blood come from?"