It didn't take long for the younger generation of this group of Philadelphia aristocrats to complete this relaxed mental strength test.
Of course most people are disappointed.
Only Grace Abraham, who was the first to take the initiative to test, Warren Abraham, the charming young man, and Paris Greer, who looked arrogant and arrogant, passed the spirit. force detection.
Their mental powers are "10", "12" and "10" respectively.
The other people's mental strength is below "10", not qualified.
Cyril saw that most of the people in this group were only poor "1" and "2", and even Warren Abraham, who had the highest mental strength, was only "12" - less than half of him.
Cyril raised a smug little tail in his heart, he felt that he could do it again!
The Earl of Abraham was very happy to see that he had two juniors who could embark on the path of wizards.
Thank you Goddess of Light!
Although there is a son who is an illegitimate child he made after a night of absurdity.
But he never deducted the food and clothing rations of these illegitimate children!
The Earl of Abraham was especially pleased to see the hope of the family's continuation.
Even among the other aristocratic descendants in Philadelphia, only the boy of the Geller family who did not deal with him very much passed the test, which did not spoil his good spirits.
"Respected wizard, I have sent a telegram to the envoys of the royal capital according to your instructions, and they all said that they are waiting for your arrival at any time."
The Earl of Abraham gives Brian the latest news he has just received.
The Earl felt a little smug in his heart. He didn't expect that he would be so lucky to be the first stop of this wizard's recruitment!
This is a great honor!
The sorcerer actually decided not to go to other great lords' territories, but to go directly to the capital!
He didn't know that Brian's first foothold in Philadelphia was just to find Green, the alchemy snake in the foggy forest.
The closest big city to the Foggy Moon Forest is Philadelphia, so the Earl of Abraham took advantage of it.
Hearing this, Brian casually turned the ring on his little finger and nodded.
Since he left the Wizarding Continent under the guise of recruiting, he needs to bring back some little lambs.
However, he couldn't let the owner of a wizard's tower go to other big cities to test those idiots so painstakingly.
Wang is where he intends to perfunctory last.
Brian pondered in his heart that he had already asked Zoe to inform Christina, that shrewd witch would definitely understand what he meant and would send another reliable candidate to recruit.
"I implore you to stay one more night tonight! Let me say goodbye to my lovely granddaughter and grandson!"
The earl of Abraham was respectful and earnest in his tone.
"Of course, dear sir."
Brian showed a smile that was very aristocratic etiquette.
"Praise your kindness!"
The Earl of Abraham once again felt that he was fortunate enough to meet a very reasonable wizard.
"If you want, I can arrange for someone to accompany you around Philadelphia."
The Count suggested.
"Then trouble you to arrange."
Perhaps the current interest is not bad, Brian agreed.
***
When going out in the afternoon, Paris Gradler got the news from nowhere, and heard that the wizard was going to go shopping in Philadelphia.
He volunteered to go with the wizard.
Cyril was about to go back to his room, when Mr. Scott said lightly ("Little Cyril wouldn't mind walking around Philadelphia with me, right?") and caught the carriage.
They were riding in an ordinary luxury steam carriage prepared by the Earl of Abraham. Paris Grad was a little disappointed. He learned that the wizard was riding in a skeleton carriage when he entered the Earl's mansion.
However, as soon as he got on the carriage, Paris Grauer cheered up again, and eloquently showed off his historical and cultural knowledge of Philadelphia, trying to make a good impression in front of the wizard.
Cyril gave him a helpless look.
I don't know if it was because of the arias that the nobles used, but he always felt that Paris Gradler was using too much force.
It's like performing a theatrical performance.
This was Cyril's first ride in a steam carriage.
He listened to Paris Greer's cadence, and looked at the structure of the steam carriage.
Sitting in this steam carriage can also hear the slight mechanical sound of gears turning.
Although it was smoother and more comfortable than an ordinary carriage, it was far from Mr. Scott's luxury RV-like wizard's carriage.
Brian's face remained calm, and he wished to give this noisy boy a tongue-cutting curse.
His forehead twitched impatiently, and his eyes darkened.
Or an "Empowerment Spell" would be fine too, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
He likes to talk so much, so let him keep speaking his innermost thoughts for three days and three nights.
Cyril noticed the slight impatience in Mr. Scott's brows as soon as Paris Greer began to speak.
Yet the young speaker, seemingly oblivious, continued to recite the history of Philadelphia in his slow aria.
Cyril observed quietly for a while, and found that Mr. Scott was indeed not interested in Geller's words, and his impatience increased.
He was suddenly a little worried about the situation of this future classmate.
Cyril inexplicably thought of the miserable appearance of the mutant long-horned wild boar in the foggy moon forest at the end.
It's really hard to end without interruptions.
Cyril cut his teeth and interrupted Greer. He twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "When we reach the main square, why don't we go down for a walk? What do you think, Mr. Scott?"
Brian heard a trace of untraceable urgency in Little Bone's voice.
He raised his eyebrows, realized something, and the tyranny in his heart was suppressed for a moment.
count you lucky.
Brian gave Paris Greer a cold look and got out of the carriage.
Paris Greer was a little dissatisfied that Cyril interrupted his good opportunity to perform like this.
This damn civilian!
There was no family surnamed Lawrence among the nobility of Philadelphia.
He had observed it before, and felt that the boy did not look like he was very mentally powerful.
It is estimated that Lawrence is just an ordinary wizard apprentice reserve.
Paris Greer gave Cyril a stern look.
Good intentions were misunderstood.
Cyril shrugged.
Of course he wasn't mean-spirited, but he just had a gut feeling that if Mr. Scott suddenly got angry, he might also be affected.
The environment of the Grand Place has not changed much from the last time Cyril was there.
The sun shone on the white dome of the cathedral, and dazzling spots of light flickered on the large sheets of stained glass.
The old gears of the quaint clock tower rattled.
Cyril glimpsed from a distance a few nuns in white robes surrounded by women and children in dark clothes in front of the church.
It seems that the people of the church are handing out black bread to the poor.
Cyril sighed softly.
If he didn't happen to have the golden finger of a special wizard physique and system, he wouldn't know where he was working so hard to make a living, just to eat a bite of rough brown bread that barely filled his stomach.
***
"That's great, Loz! I finally got it right this time!" A pleasant female voice entered Cyril's ears.
Her voice was small, but Cyril could still hear it clearly.
Cyril found that his facial acuity had improved to varying degrees in the past two days.
It was only when he complained to the system about the crystal ball after the test this morning that the system revealed that it suspected that Cyril had drawn a little unusual power from Mr. Scott's crystal ball.
And such a good thing
Cyril was overjoyed.
Could it be that he was hurt and stronger
[The energy I can obtain is too small. After two days of analysis, I still can't tell the difference between these powers, and can only be classified into mental power in general. 】
The system said it truthfully, and in order to express its sincere regret, it also sighed.
Cyril called out his body data:
[Name: Cyril Lawrence
Age: 15
Stamina: 7
Strength: 7
Mental Power: 25
Mana: 10
Achievement: Favor of the Necromancer
Description: Retweet this Cyril Lawrence to increase the chance of winning the favor of the Necromancer by 1%! Then tell that wonderful feeling to everyone in the world! 】
Cyril looked at the explanation that was still yin and yang, and his smile gradually disappeared.
Thank you, it has been included.
The girl's voice in the distance became clearer as they approached.
"The brown bread we received this time is enough for us to last for three more days! I hope we can be lucky enough to see it next time!" There was a hint of joy in the girl's voice.
The boy next to her just nodded silently, and then took the initiative to take the brown bread in the old newspaper from the girl's arms.
"Praise the goddess of light!"
The girl paused, thinking of something, and laughed the next second, and said, "I suddenly remembered that the wizards all say that they praise Merlin!"
She looked at the boy beside her, blinked her eyes, and said, "Loz, do you remember? The drunk Hanston at the old well pub! He always fantasizes about being a wizard, nagging every day 'Damn it' Yes! Merlin's smelly socks!'"
The girl imitated it very much, vividly sketching the swearing appearance of a depressed and despondent drunk.
Cyril followed the voice and looked over, and he felt that the girl seemed a little familiar.
The boy finally burst out laughing, and in the next moment he restrained his expression as if embarrassed.
"Jenny, thank you."
Loz said softly, knowing that his sister was always looking for ways to make his life a little bit happier.
Despite their poverty and poverty, struggling to live on night shifts in oppressive factories and occasional relief from church, sister Jenny remains optimistic and full of hope for life.
When Loz was disposing of the kitchen rubbish at the Old Wells Tavern (the owner of the tavern, Richard is a stingy old man, he only gave him 2 copper coins at a time), he heard the drunk Hanston crying and shouting while drinking. Why didn't Master Wizard recruit him to the Wizarding Land.
"This is against Merlin's will! That damn wizard without eyes!" He took a sip of wine and then cursed: "Damn it! Merlin's stinky socks!"
The drink that had not yet slid down his throat ran out of the corners of his mouth, down his cheeks and neck, onto his dirty old dress.
Hanston is a famous drunk in the Old Wells Tavern. He claims to be a descendant of a desolate aristocrat. He spent a lot of gold coins because he was not selected when he went to the capital to participate in the recruitment of wizards.
The owner of the tavern, Richard, is also happy to let Hanston get drunk every day, trying to squeeze every copper coin that the drunkard has left.
Loz was noncommittal.
But he felt that if there was a wizard who followed Merlin's will to recruit students, his sister Jenny should be recruited.
Jenny has been able to foresee some future events on and off since their parents died.
Sometimes very accurate, sometimes quite different.
Although this ability is unstable, Lords believes that it must be an unusual ability for wizards.
He just walked into the church to pray while waiting for his sister to pick up the brown bread (this is only for women and children), in addition to praying for his sister's health, he subconsciously prayed that a wizard would really find the difference in Jenny place.
Loz didn't know what kind of life he could live as a wizard, but judging from the awe of everyone's wizards, at least it would be better than now.
They now rely on Jenny's foresight ability to accurately know the time of the church's irregular distribution of brown bread several times, which makes life a little easier.
Loz looked at the pigeons strutting in the square, and a trace of ridicule flashed in his heart.
These pigeons are exceptionally rounded under the feeding of people from time to time.
Many people in the slum do not live as well as a pigeon in front of the church square.
"Loz, do you remember the boy I met in the dark alley last time I told you? I saw him wearing a neat wizard robe and calling out our names." Jenny's eyes brightened.
"If only it were true," she sighed.
yes.
If only Jenny's predictions were true, they would be better off.
Loz shook his head.
At this time, they almost walked to Cyril and the others.
At this time, a pigeon flew straight towards Lodz, who was wandering.
When he was alarmed by the sound of the pigeon flapping its wings, he could only use the black bread in his hand as a weapon to swing the daring pigeon to the other side.
"Damn it, do you have eyes!" Paris Greer's voice sounded, with a hint of anger in his voice.
The stupid pigeon was driven to his side just now!
"I'm sorry." Loz apologized when he saw that he accidentally bumped into a gorgeously dressed aristocratic young master.
After Paris Geller finished scolding according to his usual way of doing things, he remembered that the wizard was also on the side.
He cursed inwardly, with a fake smile on his face, and said, "It's okay... Be careful next time."
Perhaps it was because he was not used to saying such words, his tone was stiff as if he wanted to fight the boy in front of him.
Cyril was thinking about what the girl just said.
When he raised his head, he happened to meet the girl's eyes.
Cyril's almond eyes widened slightly, and he suddenly realized.
"Hey, it's you!"
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Cyril (happy written all over his face.jpg): I am in pain and stronger.