All the boxes are suspended above the venue. There are seven in total, extending downward in a semi-spiral shape until they are level with the top seats in the upper elf aristocratic area. The level of luxury is also decreasing in order to show the dignity of status.

Padrich pointed to the top of the queue, the largest and most luxurious box engraved with complex patterns and moon decorations, and said:

"That is the Queen's exclusive box. However, in the past ten years, the Queen has been busy with official duties and rarely attended events, so that box has been idle. Look at the one on the left..."

With that said, Padrich pointed to the second box located diagonally above the crowd's box, just behind the queen's private box, and said:

"Her Majesty the Queen's blood relative, Prince Faroldis, is in that box. The Speaker and Deputy Speaker of the Mage Governing Council of Suramar City, that is, my colleagues, are all there to keep company..."

He looked at Angmar and said apologetically:

"In fact, if it were not for the fact that Master Angmar and Prince Faroldis are not acquainted, the Council should have invited you to sit with Prince Faroldis over there instead of being relegated to the third box. I also hope that you will not blame the Council.

Poor hospitality.”

The Grand Arcanist held up a handful of Angmar without leaving any trace.

Angmar was secretly shocked. He said that the third box he was in was only behind the important officials of the empire such as Prince Farodis. This was enough to show the sincerity of the other party.

Angmar frowned and said modestly:

"Master Padrich is too praised. I am just an ordinary traveling mage..."

Padrich smiled and continued the introduction:

"The four boxes below us include the box for the royal mage, the box for the dean of Narthalas Academy and his entourage - they are all well-respected researchers in the Kaldorei Empire, and they are very familiar with the arcane laws of the empire.

They have made indelible contributions to the development of the Tao; and then there are the upper elf mages and military personnel in Elrethalas..."

He paused and joked:

"Master Angmar, you have occupied the box that should belong to the Royal Mage. After you, all the forces who came here to observe had to move to a box later. Kutalos, the owner of Black Crow Castle, is at the end.

·Lord Ravencrest is very dissatisfied with this, because he can only sit in the noble seat below..."

If we talk about the perception of the previous forces, they basically only stay in the understanding of history. Except for the Palace of Faroldis, we cannot intuitively understand the status of the other forces in the ancient Kaldorei Empire, but when it comes to Black Crow Castle

, Angmar understood everything immediately.

Lord Curtalos Ravencrest is the first-class noble of the Kaldorei Empire and an important figure in the military. In the War of the Ancients, it was Lord Ravencrest who responded to everything and integrated all those with unyielding consciences.

The night elf army launched an attack on the demon army pouring out of the capital city of Zin Isshari.

Most people never have this kind of appeal.

Even he is ranked last, so aren't the big forces in front who were squeezed out by him more important?

The more Angmar listened, the more he could feel that the other party valued him. Thinking this, he leaned forward slightly, held on to the hollow fence on the edge of the observation platform, and looked towards the box below, through the translucent magic barrier covering the box.

, he found that the people inside were also looking up at him curiously, obviously wanting to see who occupied the third box.

Angmar withdrew his gaze and sat down again.

Noticing that the students, apprentices and formal mages from the High School of Magic had entered the venue under the leadership of their respective instructors and started the spell demonstration session, Angmar couldn't help but ask:

"Master Padrich, is this how the duel ceremony begins?"

Padrich shook his head, "Now it's just their final exam, there's nothing to see. The duel won't officially begin until they decide who's qualified. During this period... you can understand it as a bet for us.

Make an appointment for the time to place the bet."

"bet?"

Angmar was puzzled, his eyes glowed with blue light, and he began to search among the students. It didn't take long before he found Elisande among the younger students, who was throwing arcane missiles at a teacher.

Just as Padridge said, the civilian audience became slightly quieter, staring intently at the students and apprentices who were showing off their learning results, with faces full of admiration. The upper elf nobles in the aristocratic area looked uninterested.

Apparently, he doesn't care about these things.

Padrich did not answer Angmar's question immediately. Instead, he looked at Wells who was chatting quietly with his entourage, stroking his beard and asked:

"Who are you planning to bet on this year? Are you ready for a lot of blood? Last year, even Lord Harveys lost his favorite staff to me."

When Wells heard this, he smiled with a hopeful smile, "Master Padridge, you have always been very discerning. But this year, our Royal Mage will not lose so miserably again."

"The Master Mage is full of confidence. Could it be that Scott, whom you have focused on cultivating, has reached the level of epic?" Padrich asked with a frown as his hand reaching for the wine glass stopped in mid-air.

Wells smiled frankly, "I firmly believe that Scott will be the final winner."

When Padridge heard this, he raised his brows and showed a meaningful smile. He took out some things and put them neatly on the tray handed by the maid, "I don't think so. Twenty-five dragon scales, I'll give it to Horn."

As soon as he saw the dragon scales, Wells's eyes lit up and he became very interested. He then took out a piece of good magic crystal and put it on the tray. "Is it true that Horn is not what he used to be?"

Padridge smiled and said nothing.

At this time, the maid standing behind everyone smiled sweetly and asked softly:

"Would you gentlemen want to hear the betting status of other boxes?"

"Tell me, I'm very curious about who Prince Farodis will bet on. The contestants at Nasaras Academy are different every year. What if a dark horse that we don't know about comes out and wins all our bets?

It's not fun anymore." Padridge, Wells and Ferguson looked at each other and smiled.

"It's roughly the same as you, half of the adults bet on Horn, and half of the adults bet on Scott... It's just that the third place selection is different. Lord Ravencase from Black Crow Castle bets on the Moon Guard candidate Mourning.

Prince Tortheldrin of Rethalath took the upper elf mage Tharod into custody..."

"This is normal. The two of them have been the champion and runner-up for five consecutive years. Where is Prince Faroldis?" Padrich asked curiously.

"It's a new contestant, it seems to be a female mage named Aluriel. The stakes are high, it's a legendary staff." The maid answered respectfully.

"Your Majesty Elune, the Prince is bound to win. I think we need to reconsider the bettor..."

Everyone was talking to each other, and the entourage happily took out their bets and talked very enthusiastically about the players they valued...

…

Seeing that Angmar was confused, Ferguson turned slightly sideways and explained with a smile:

"The competition system allows all mages below the intermediate epic level to participate. Scott and Horn are both elite mages trained by the royal mages and the Suramar Mages Governing Council. They are both studying at the Higher Magic Academy in Suramar City. They are

In recent years, Horn has been a popular contestant in the Spell Showdown Competition. Last year, Horn defeated Scott and won the final victory. At this time every year, the big shots in the empire would bet on something, including money and magic materials.

To add to the fun. Master Angmar, do you want to play with us? I have a rumor that this year’s winner will definitely not be between Horn and Scott..."

After speaking, Ferguson took out a disc emitting magic fluctuations from his arms and said to the other two people in the box:

"I am Athos."

Padridge and Wells were both shocked. They looked at Ferguson in disbelief and said:

"Is Mr. Consultant so convinced that the free mage from the south will become the final dark horse?"

Ferguson, just like Padridge, nodded meaningfully, "You two, don't underestimate this free mage. As far as I know, he is very proficient in the actual combat of magic. He just retired from the front line not long ago and died in his hands.

There are countless trolls out there.”

"Is the showdown between the academic school and the practical school interesting?"

While everyone was talking, a voice rang out.

"Then I...let's bet that little Elisande will win the championship."

"Master Elisande Angmar, please think carefully. Although Elisande is extremely talented, he is just a student. Looking at the history of the competition, there has never been a precedent for a student to achieve the final victory."

Padridge said in surprise.

Indeed, it is unbelievable that a mediocre student who only has the strength of a junior elite can defeat an apprentice. How can he defeat a group of quasi-epic mages and win the championship crown?

"I'm very confident."

Angmar took out two crystals that shone with golden yellow magic color from his arms and placed them on the table.
Chapter completed!