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At that moment, Daniel's thoughts were in turmoil. Maxwell looked at him with a smile, feeling quite satisfied. How could he not be pleased to have such an extraordinary apprentice?
It was a matter of gaining face.
Seeing Daniel gradually calm down, he asked, "So, do you want me to help you find a few Second-Level Apprentices to carry out the mission together?"
Daniel shook his head.
"No need, I'll go by myself! What's the use of finding suitable people only to switch them out in two years? Sigh, my progress is just too fast compared to the other apprentices."
A hint of jealousy flashed in Maxwell's eyes as he pointed at him and jokingly scolded, "You're just showing off blatantly. Do you know how long it took me to advance to Second-Level Apprentice? A full ten years. Even then, I was among the faster ones in that batch of students.
You're truly a prodigy; I can't compare to you. Whenever you manage to modify a spell structure and create your first spell according to your needs, and can meditate on the sixteenth Meditation Rune, I'll give you a gift that will definitely satisfy you."
"Thank you, Master. When will you give it to me?"
Maxwell rolled his eyes at him and replied irritably, "Of course, it will be after you succeed. Do you expect me to give it to you now?"
Daniel rubbed his thumb and index finger together, looking like he was asking for money.
Maxwell paused for a moment before suddenly realizing. He widened his eyes in disbelief and trembled as he pointed at Daniel. "Have you already completed the improvement on your first spell?"
"Yes, Master."
"You can already meditate on the sixteenth Meditation Rune?"
"Yes, Mentor."
Maxwell looked up at the ceiling, feeling a moment of speechlessness. He had tried to overestimate Daniel's learning progress, but he still underestimated it. Compared to his learning speed, why did mine seem so slow?
Maxwell shook his head, brushing away the boring thoughts in his mind.
I can't compare myself to this freak; it's too discouraging. I should think about my former classmates instead. Many of them still haven't become wizards. They are the ones I should be comparing myself to.
Thinking of them, Maxwell instantly felt confident.
Daniel rubbed his hands together and asked, "Mentor, when will you give me...?"
Maxwell wanted to slap him and shout, can you stop being so arrogant? Can't you see I'm on the verge of tears?
"Just go back and wait. I'll discuss it with the principal. I will definitely fight for a good outcome for you. Now get lost, get out of here; I don't want to see you anymore."
Daniel wanted to say more, but Maxwell pointed a finger, and the surrounding scenery changed instantly. By the time Daniel came to his senses, he was already outside Wizard Tower. He touched his nose and shook his head as he left.
Only Maxwell remained inside Wizard Tower, dazed. He felt utterly defeated. How could there be such a monstrous person in this world? Being around him made him feel suicidal.
After a short while, while Daniel was pondering how to improve the Fireball Spell, Maxwell suddenly called him over.
When Daniel arrived at his Wizard Tower, he saw a circle of people sitting in the hall. In the center was not Maxwell, the owner, but a man who looked no more than thirty years old with two tufts of goat-like beard.
Sitting quietly there gave off an overwhelming aura, commanding respect from everyone present.
Daniel recognized him from his image: Cleveland, Second-Rank Archmage. He possessed the Body of Fire ability and could transform into the Flame King during battle, turning the surrounding area into a sea of lava that constantly burned enemies within a hundred meters. Slightly weaker wizards wouldn't even have the ability to approach him.
He is the top expert of the Flame Throne Wizard Academy and also the dean of the academy.
Only he could make Maxwell willingly give up his position.
He hurried over to pay his respects, saying, "Greetings, Dean."
Then he bowed to the people around him. "Greetings, mentors, greetings, Mentor Crestel..."
After a round of greetings, the usually calm Daniel was sweating not from the heat but from the overwhelming status of the people present, which made him feel compelled to show respect.
This time, thirteen Formal Wizards had gathered in the Wizard Tower. This was quite rare; in the two years Daniel had been at the academy, he had never seen or even heard of such an event.
"Are you Daniel?" Cleveland asked coldly.
"Yes, Dean."
"Maxwell recommended you to inherit the position of Wizard Seed after Griffiths left. I want to see what abilities you possess."
Only then did Daniel understand the reason for the gathering of Formal Wizards and couldn't help but feel very moved.
Griffiths was the dean's apprentice who had just become a Formal Wizard and left the academy.
Daniel also knew what Wizard Seed represented. The Wizard Seed is a candidate nurtured by the academy with all its resources, hoping they can become a Formal Wizard within thirty years.
The Flame Throne Wizard Academy only has three Wizard Seed slots, each one being the top apprentices in the academy. For example, Griffiths was said to have the bloodline of a Fire Phoenix, able to be reborn from flames and significantly enhance his strength in fire; his power was undoubtedly formidable.
So they are each a Wizard Apprentice, the objects of envy and jealousy.
Those who are jealous see them as the favored children of the academy. Because their treatment is truly maddeningly good.
For example, they can consult any Formal Wizard at any time and purchase knowledge from them at a lower cost.
Additionally, they receive full protection from the academy; unless they act recklessly, no one dares to kill them during their apprenticeship. Otherwise, they would face relentless pursuit from the academy.
Moreover, they possess the Solar Guardian Badge. The Solar Guardian Badge itself has no significant function, but when combined with the Silver Moon Guardian Badge, it forms the Solar Guardian - Silver Moon Guardian Emblem, which can unleash tremendous power.
It can withstand three minutes of attacks from a Formal Wizard, delivering an equivalent of three attacks from a Formal Wizard and flying at a speed comparable to that of a Thunder Element wizard.
Furthermore, it can ignore most isolation Magic Arrays and send out signals for help in all directions.
It is truly a combination of offense and defense, with boundless power.
Of course, what makes others most envious is their ability to purchase items at all the shops opened by the academy for just thirty percent of the price.
This is not a ten percent discount or an eighty percent discount; it is thirty percent! Such a low price means that even recovering costs is nearly impossible.
Compared to those apprentices still struggling for a low-level Magical Item, they can gather a complete set of top-tier Magical Items at a much faster pace, enough to slaughter others a hundred times over.
All these benefits make competition for spots extremely fierce. Without the most exceptional bloodline, the most resilient spirit, and the strongest backing, ordinary people wouldn't even dare to think about it.
Now, Maxwell Mentor has actually overcome numerous difficulties to propose that he become a Wizard Seed. How could this not move Daniel?
Daniel calmed his turbulent emotions and promised to face the challenge with the utmost perfection. He then asked, "What does the dean need me to prove?"
“Maxwell, you have improved the magic. Show me how well it has been improved and whether it is suitable for practical application.”
“Here?”
“Of course, where else would you want to do it? Do you think your abilities could possibly harm me?”
“I wouldn’t dare, Dean, please be careful.”
Daniel bowed deeply, his right hand open as if holding an invisible sphere. A fireball the size of a basin emerged, hovering in his hand for five seconds until the red fireball turned white-hot, scorching the surroundings and becoming somewhat uncontrollable before Daniel flung it towards Cleveland.
With a loud bang, the fireball exploded, creating a tremendous noise that engulfed Cleveland and took a moment to subside.
As expected of a Second-Level Wizard, once the fireball dissipated, Cleveland remained seated steadily, not even a corner of his clothing was disturbed.
The powerful fireball was contained around him, not even affecting the violet on the table in the slightest.
This further shocked Daniel. As the creator, he was very aware of how powerful “Professor's Explosive Fireball” was.
Especially since it had been held in his hand for five seconds, its power maximized, yet this was still the outcome, which clearly demonstrated the Dean's strength.
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