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But...you can try it, see if you can do it?"

Pell looked at the exquisite ice flowers floating in the air.

Even if professional craftsmen slowly carve, they probably won't be more beautiful than this.

It can be seen that Claire has indeed worked hard in this regard.

Pell looked at it, shook his head, and said, "I can't do it."

Claire didn't expect that Pell gave up quite quickly and smiled, "Isn't that what I won?"

Pel shook his head again, smiled mischievously, and said, "I don't know this, but... I know this."

As she said, she grabbed the brim of her hat, raised her little head slightly, and a faint light appeared in her eyes.

At this moment, her long hair floated slightly.

The next second... "Surf" In front of everyone, one of the more than 20 ice flowers was suddenly wrapped in flames that came out of nowhere, burning, and instantly turning into nothing.

The next second, "Surp--Surp--Surp---Surp-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

In a total of a few seconds, more than twenty ice flowers all dissipated into the flames.

Finally, after the flames burned the ice flowers, they had not disappeared. They were connected one by one and turned into a small fire dragon, hovering around Claire's body for several times before suddenly dissipating.

During the whole process, the flames were very close to Claire, but they did not hurt Claire at all.

At this moment, the whole auditorium suddenly became quiet.

The many freshmen watching were mute.

Claire was also stunned and watched the flames dissipate, and was greatly shocked.

She is actually a magician who is very persistent in studying magical techniques, and she is extremely serious in learning magical techniques.

So she also knew very well how exaggerated the series of operations just now were.

And what's even more exaggerated is that... Claire looked at Pel's hand and his pupils shrank again.

Pell didn't take anything in his two white little hands—or no orbs.

"Without the orb, use such a wonderful magic technique...you...have you exceeded the ninth level?

This...how is this possible?"

Claire opened her beautiful eyes wide, her little face turned slightly white, full of disbelief.

As soon as these words came out, a huge scream of exclamation broke out in the auditorium that had been silent for several seconds.

"What?

More than the ninth level?

Isn’t that…the God’s servant?”

"How is this possible?

Although the dean said she was an elder, how could she reach that level at the age of only thirteen or fourteen?"

"I must have made something wrong, how could there be such a young waiter?

The God’s Waiter is not a cabbage!”

Amid the screams of everyone, Perl smiled badly.

She flipped her little hand and turned into a magical flame. With a wave of her hand, the flame was extinguished.

Then she looked at Claire with a smile and said, "Okay, okay, I won't bully you a junior student."

I am Pell, I am not a little girl, I am the elder of this academy.

Claire, your talent is already great and your progress is very fast, but it is still early to surpass me.

So... you lost!"

When Claire heard this, he was stunned again.

Pell... Elder?

When Claire just heard the name Pell, he actually felt like he had heard it somewhere, but he didn't remember it completely.

But at this moment, with the word "elder", she suddenly remembered that when she first entered the school, the dean mentioned that there was an elder in the academy named Pell. If he met, he must not provoke him, otherwise Pell would not give in to the eldest lady of the Spencer family like other elders.

So, the little girl in front of me is the elder who must not be provoked?

Oh my God! This is too incredible! While Claire was shocked, Perl did not give her enough buffer time.
Chapter completed!
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