"go."

Seberas stopped and stopped moving forward.

She whispered, signaling Yilin to walk to the seven monarchs.

"Why?"

Yi Lin asked.

Seberas turned around, his eyes were cold, and he looked at Yi Lin, but he quickly closed his eyes, stood straight, and said slowly: "If you want to learn magic further."

The meaning of the word is that you may not fall in love with it.

Yi Lin nodded and smiled to show that she understood.

The seven monarchs had a faint strange pressure.

Their eyes that fell on Yi Lin seemed to be seven mountains, causing Yi Lin's shoulders to sink, as if they were pressed toward the ground with force.

"Take a warning?"

Yi Lin smiled, raised her head, and met the seven different gazes. The Mind Power Armor was silently spreading all over her body. In an instant, the pressure disappeared, and Yi Lin walked down the high platform with a relaxed pace, deliberately left the empty seat.

After walking the red carpet, Yi Lin felt a little annoyed - he should have walked by humming a song just now, which made him look even more imposing.

"It's him?"

Among the seven monarchs, there is a blond woman with long hair. She looks about thirty years old, with a mature charm, like blooming flowers, bright and colorful. But the expression on her face makes it difficult to associate it with men and women, cold, like a corpse without emotions.

On the woman's shoulder, a black cat was quietly sitting. The black cat's green vertical pupils stared straight at Yi Lin.

The woman asked.

The question is Bathurmero Dylan.

Bathurmero Dylan, who was in a wheelchair, nodded without denying it: "The Monarch Elmero IV is him."

"Oh."

Monarch Elmero IV looked away at the same time with the black cat sitting on her shoulder.

Standing on the far left, a short-haired old man with gray hair and thick blue magician costume appeared on his face with a strange smile, and said, "Weak magician bloodline."

His words came to the forefront.

Obviously, there is a special sense between the magician and the magician.

This should be the "magic concentration" mentioned in the book.

Magic is the second life of a magician.

Magicians' sensitivity to magic is like breathing air. They can clearly feel the concentration of magic around the target, just like they can personally experience the thinness and richness of the air.

"So, I should have gotten started?"

"The pressure they just put on me is probably something similar."

"Normally, in the circle of the apostles, almost no one can make me feel stressed just by being imposing."

Yi Lin said in his heart.

Bathurmero Dylan knew that other monarchs had similar thoughts on the blond boy on the chair, smiled slightly, looked at the gloomy old man, and whispered: "Dear monarch Archibald, what if I tell you, this distinguished guest from the East knew almost nothing about magic five days ago?"

"What!"

The other six monarchs changed their expressions after hearing this.

After Bathurmero Dylan finished saying that, everyone's eyes at Yi Lin changed differently.

Yi Lin frowned slightly.

Next is a simple gift ceremony.

Seberas holds a sterling silver pallet.

There is a set of noble and elegant magician suits neatly stacked inside.

Yi Lin shook open and then suddenly realized why she was posing in such an exaggerated situation here today.

Seven monarchs, thousands of magician apprentices!

It turned out that what was held in this largest classroom was a "color level" awarding ceremony!

Yi Lin is the new magician who was awarded the "color level"!

"congratulations."

said Bathurmero Dylan.

Yilin looked at the "color level" magician suit in Seberas's hand, but did not take it as soon as possible. He sighed softly: "In my capacity, it is impossible to join your clock tower."

"You have been worried about the guests from the East." Bassermero Dylan shook his head: "The only thing that can restrain you is knowledge."

"What's the meaning?"

"Do you remember the words you saw on the street sign?" A rare rosy slight floating on the boy's pale face.

"Is it a permanent inheritance of mysticism...? Interesting."

Yi Lin shook the magician suit open, and the sleeves were dark black.

From today on, he was officially awarded the "Black Level" by Bathurmero Dylan and became a "Black Magician".

This incident spread throughout the clock tower in a very short time.

Every apprentice learned about this.

A guest from the East was favored by the monarch Bassermelo within five days and personally granted the "color level" position.

That is second only to the crown!

Throughout the history of the Clock Tower, only great magicians, or people with special talents, can be awarded this advanced level.

If the apprentice who secretly despised Yi Lin in the library not long ago was just a kindergarten student, then Yi Lin instantly skipped the kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school, high school, and university courses in one day and was admitted as a master's degree.

Until night.

After the end of the show.

Yilin was still thinking about the profound meaning of Bathurmero Dylan's move.

Yi Lin believed that there was no generosity for no reason, nor any gift for no reason.

Among them, there must be reasons that Yi Lin cannot understand at the moment.

What is it?

But it is undeniable that since I obtained the rank of color, Irin's actions in the clock tower have become unrestrained.

He can enter every classroom as the "Black Magician".

Even when Yi Lin walked on the road, there were delicate juniors who came forward to ask for advice. Some bold juniors even made excessive demands to return to their room for in-depth academic discussions.

Yi Lin worked hard to reject many kind invitations.

Half a month later.

Yi Lin walked on the road and met Gu Tianqing by chance.

After not seeing each other for a while, Gu Tianqing didn't seem to have changed much.

"My respectful president, you are doing well now."

Gu Tianqing looked at Yi Lin's magician suit full of stunning and said with a smile.

“Overall.”

Yilin responded with a smile.

The two stopped and communicated briefly.

Gu Tianqing did not hide his whereabouts during this period. He left the clock tower for a while and went to a gypsy gathering place, which is said to be related to his deck of tarot cards.

certainly,

In fact, the two of them were not so familiar with each other.

After a brief exchange, Yi Lin prepared to go to the library.

Today, I was listening to the "Curse" class, in a lecturer in "Practical Application of Curse Magic" explained by a senior lecturer at the "Sacrifice" level. Yi Lin was confused about the principles of magic and was ready to go to the library to find relevant books to make up for it overnight.

He is very busy.

Before leaving.

Gu Tianqing was getting farther and farther away, and a faint laugh came: "There is not much time left."

Yi Lin was slightly stunned when she heard this.

When he turned around again, Gu Tianqing had disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"God."

Yi Lin silently gave a middle finger in the direction where Tani Tianqing left.

Find a chance and beat him up.

I really couldn't help it anymore.

This idea came to Yi Lin's mind and came to the library again.

The soul is out of body, Yi Lin has been able to use it freely.

Habitually putting hundreds of books on the stairs, spreading them out layer by layer, Yi Lin patted his chest again, becoming mentally.
To be continued...