If it weren't for the many people sitting in the audience staring at them, Zhao Xu almost couldn't help but burst out.
After calming down for a while, he figured out that Antinoya was probably joking.
Maybe the emergency situation a week ago corresponded to this incident.
"Stop joking, mentor." Zhao Xu curled his lips.
"I'm not kidding. In fact, all it takes is a legendary mage to take turns to deal with it. The most indispensable thing for our 'Final Scroll' is the legendary mage. As long as someone is willing to contribute, the headquarters will definitely have no objection to this."
"Don't say once a month, it doesn't matter if you come here every day."
Even though Zhao Xu knew that he was hugging a thick leg, he couldn't help but take a breath when he heard this.
A 17th-level mage who can cast nine-level spells, not to mention becoming a king, can conceivably be able to recruit his own army and become a lord-level ruler.
It’s not about whether you can do it or not, it’s about whether you want to.
For a legendary mage of level 21 or higher, the problems they face every day are to rise to the level of saving the world.
Thinking of this, Zhao Xu couldn't help but look at the corner where Wang Ningwei was sitting with a little sympathy.
The fact that these players can sit here and awaken at this time shows that they were basically delayed alive for five days or even more in their previous lives.
Maybe there are a few among them who are suppressing their thoughts and pursuing the honor of being the first to complete the Mage Academy training.
It's a pity that this is Mystra, and for thousands of years, countless top and most talented mage apprentices have been sent here.
No matter how powerful a genius is, he has to keep his tail between his legs in this place.
Zhao Xu's eyes slowly glanced over, looking at Arthur's indigenous magic apprentices, and he asked with slight surprise.
"Teacher, is there a way to spend money to improve a mage's talent?"
Antinoya followed Zhao Xu's gaze and said, "You reversed the cause and effect."
"I ask you, if you were a lord or even a king, would you prefer to send your children to be a mage or a warrior."
Only then did Zhao Xu fall silent.
Although the indigenous mage apprentices all wore the uniform apprentice robes here, they only had a badge on their chest that was the same as his.
But someone like Zhao Xu, who had been a guard, had a very vicious vision.
It can be seen at a glance that there are definitely a lot of nobles among these mage apprentices.
This unusual quantity made him unable to help but ask.
"The most direct way to improve a mage's talent is to improve his intelligence attributes."
"However, among the people off the field, there will not be more than five people who have read the 'Jing Meditation Volume' or received the 'Prayer Technique' to increase the inherent bonus of intelligence."
Zhao Xu then turned his head and glanced at Antinoya.
Even the nobles may not be able to enjoy the "wishing technique", so the woman in front of her simply demonstrated it and performed it on herself.
If there were no players present, Zhao Xu would definitely not be able to help but say, "The wine and meat in the Zhumen stink, and the roads are freezing to death."
"Don't think too much. I only cast it once. The upper limit of the inherent bonus of intelligence is 5 points. Not everyone can cast the 'Prayer' five times in a row so easily."
"The mage increases the inherent bonus of intelligence by 5 points, mostly by reading the '+5 Quiet Meditation Volume'."
"If you can collect 135,000 gold coins someday, I can sell you a copy, but you can't buy it on the market."
Zhao Xu secretly murmured in his heart that he would not be so greedy and would be satisfied if he could add two or three points of intelligence to him.
Five prayers, who would dare to imagine.
It's only 130,000 gold coins. Even if he could smuggle silver over, it would still cost 50 million yuan.
If it were denominated in gold, it would be 400 million yuan, let alone 400 million yuan.
In previous lives, players were basically struggling at the poverty line.
Suddenly, the half-closed door at the front desk was gently pushed open.
An old mage who looked to be in his seventies or eighties walked in slowly, holding a cane that was almost one meter high.
Hearing this sound, the novice mages in the lobby quickly sat upright, showing their meticulous demeanor.
Looking at this old man with the image of Gandalf, Zhao Xu still silently respected him.
In fantasy books, the strength of a mage is generally linked to age, except for the one next to him.
"Teacher, that metal cane looks very handsome. When I attended the forum, I saw many mages wearing canes. Will you give one as a gift after taking office?"
Antinoya glanced at Zhao Xu.
"Sometimes you know a lot, and sometimes you really don't understand anything. That is the 'Advanced Super Magic Instant Scepter', which can make your spells instantaneous three times a day."
Zhao Xu received a lot of shocks today. He knew the strategic value of Instant Hair and quickly asked - "How much?"
"170,000 GP."
"How much?" Zhao Xu suspected that he heard wrongly.
"You heard it right, this one is the most expensive one in the Super Magic series."
Zhao Xu could only lower his excited voice.
"I know that the unit of measurement for a mage's things is not gold coins, but tens of thousands of gold coins."
Such an expensive thing would definitely not be accessible to players in the first year, so he didn't recognize it.
Zhao Xu had only been exposed to magic wands in his previous life, which were equivalent to multi-hair scrolls and were less than 30 centimeters in length. Who knew there was such a thing that he had never heard of before.
"Um?"
Zhao Xu suddenly noticed that the old mage was slowly walking towards him. Behind him was a middle-aged mage with a very respectful expression.
Zhao Xu was standing at the boundary between the front desk and the seats behind him. He turned around and found that there was no one else standing behind him.
It's totally for them.
Shouldn't they be driven away
Then the old mage discovered that Antinoya was just a rookie mage. Those things he had been fooling him all along, including the gold coins conjured by yesterday's wish, were just illusions.
Just when Zhao Xu was bored and thinking about the plot, he noticed that the mage was getting closer and closer despite his slow steps, and Antinoya was completely unmoved.
There is no idea of respecting the elderly and caring for the young.
Then, when the old mage came within half a meter of them, he paused.
The novice mages sitting in the entire lobby were attracted by this scene, no matter how arrogant they were.
Influenced by the old mage who performed the ceremony for them next.
"Teacher, you are still as charming as before." The old mage lowered his head, and his white beard seemed to fall to the ground.
"Can't you use any door or dimension to jump over?" Antinoya said.
"Teacher, spell slots are every mage's trump card. It's a waste just to use them for a few steps." The old mage replied respectfully.
"Haha. Go make arrangements quickly, I'm in a hurry."
The old man's eyes fell on Zhao Xu, "Teacher, the talents you selected are indeed outstanding."
Zhao Xu didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see some emotion in the old man's shining eyes.
"Young man, just go up and sit on the 'Mysterious Throne'."
Thank you all for your recommendations and encouragement. There will be another chapter later.
(End of chapter)