mtlumby2d Chapter 278: Fellow Practitioners 5 Specializations, National Sensation
Chapter 278: Fellow Practitioners 5 Specializations, National Sensation
Chapter 278: Five-year Specialization, a nationwide sensation
Mo Xie instantly felt his mind became much clearer, his eyes shone like torches with golden light because of his abundant mental power.
The spirit fetus in the body is also affected by the subject's emotions, and continuously produces magical power.
But after the excitement, a bucket of cold water was poured down.
How can we use this condition to fight against the God of Creation?
Will I be reborn again after I break through the realm of the Supreme Wizard?
"Xiao Mo."
Moshe raised his eyes to Griffiths, "Yes, Master."
"You need magic," Griffiths whispered.
Mo Xie was stunned for a moment, "As far as I know, magic power and witch power repel each other and cannot coexist."
Moreover, he is intolerant to magic. If he wants to live in this world filled with magic, he must mobilize his witch power to dissolve the magic.
This would greatly limit his power.
Griffith raised his hand and clasped his shoulders, staring at him with his abyss-like eyes. "Just as you have engraved the magic power into your soul, you must also make the magic power an eternal force."
Moshe was silent for a moment, then said, "You already know."
This was originally a secret known only to Bellion, and was evidence that he was not "Moshe MacIntosh".
"You are also a child of our family. How could I not know your bloodline?" Griffiths' tone was very calm, and his cold palm slowly moved upwards.
Yes.
The black-haired and black-eyed man in front of him was the cousin of the original body's mother, Leticia Glory, and also the former friend of the original body's father, Artborg McIntosh.
Will he feel angry?
Or sad?
The cold touch passed over Mo Xie's neck, the strands of hair hanging by his ears, and finally fell on the top of his head.
"You may feel a little confused now, but it's okay, you will get what you want soon."
This reaction was beyond Moshe's expectations.
Moshe let Griffiths's big hands rub his head. "You should tell me the facts instead of asking me to guess riddles."
"How about I change my answer?" Griffiths gave a stiff smile, "We will be honest with each other one day, Xiaomo."
Should I respond with what I said before? It seems that there is no way to reveal the answer now.
Mo Xie exited the perception field, "What should I do now?"
"Minor in Magician's Practical Skills, and then choose the special class I offer." Griffiths said shockingly.
Mo Xie gently pushed his hand away, then combed the broken hair in front of her eyes, "Although I really want to sign up for the exam immediately, you should know that I have to prepare for the exams in two majors, and I am afraid I don't have extra time and energy."
To prepare for the exams in both alchemy experiments and contract summoning, one must not only memorize a large amount of theoretical knowledge, but also master certain practical skills.
"They are just some minor majors. I can help you apply for exemption from the exam." Griffiths snapped his fingers, and then a piece of paper with the red seal of the Royal Academy appeared out of thin air.
Mo Xie shook his head, "Master, I want to grow with my own strength, not relying on your privileges."
"I knew you would say that." Griffiths seemed to be in a very good mood and he chuckled.
A purple light flashed, and a line of words appeared on the paper.
"Take it."
The paper slowly fell and Mo Xie reached out to catch it.
"I wish you a good grade in the exam."
It said: Because Moshe McIntosh has excellent academic performance, he is specially recruited into the special class of "Magic Adaptation and Improvement" in the magician's practical skills major.
Two weeks later, as the exam results were announced, the name "Moshe McIntosh" caused a sensation across Rekton.
——Fort McIntosh, inside the training ground.
"What?!" Arthurs was extremely shocked and subconsciously crushed the iron ball used for physical training.
Yidan was sweating all over. "Please calm down..."
"You're taking four minors, two of them are exempted from the exams, and the other two are almost full marks?"
"What's going on with Lord Xuan Ye's personal invitation to Mo Xie to join the magician's practical skills specialty class?"
"What's the matter with the rumor that Saint Envoy Xuan Ye is Mo Xie's master?!"
The little golden lion is in a state of conflict at this time.
The strong and flexible muscles are slightly bulging, the skin is flushed, and the blue blood vessels are prominent, which are obvious signs of excitement.
But those deep blue eyes were wet and his lips were trembling slightly, as if he had suffered a severe trauma of betrayal, and he looked a little pitiful.
Has Moshe gone mad again?
He has no magic power at all!
Besides, how can he learn the practical skills of a magician with his physique?
No! I want to go find my father!
Arthurs had a determined look on his face, magic energy surrounding him, and he used acceleration magic for the first time at home.
——In the suburbs, the gathering point of the anti-fate organization.
"As expected of you, the leader, you can actually become the disciple of the Holy Envoy Xuan Ye." Braven emerged from the darkness with a stack of account details in his hand.
"In addition to majoring in Chinese language, the leader studied five majors at the same time, which is something his brothers could not do." Jenny's eyes were full of longing and admiration.
"The leader is young and promising, and my companions are also in their prime." The mouse stroked his beard and said jokingly, "I can't hold you back."
"Mr. L, because of your knowledge and skills, we have been able to evade the Gray Feather Team's pursuit time and time again. You are indispensable to the organization." Braven distributed the detailed instructions to them.
"The Spiritual Incense Burner may have marked us. We need to reduce contact in the near future and act with caution." The mouse spread out his palms, and the water magic power condensed into a map with feather patterns flashing everywhere on the map.
——Inside the Royal City District, Castle Rekton.
"The second son of Marquis McIntosh, Moshe McIntosh, studied five majors at the same time and even won the favor of the Holy Envoy Xuanye." The king's voice was low and slow, as if he was chewing every word. "Do you think this is a coincidence, or... some kind of premeditated plan?"
Princess Finigello raised her head and spoke tentatively: "In this expedition, Moshe Mackintosh's performance was beyond everyone's expectations. Perhaps he has made up his mind to change his ways and contribute to the kingdom."
The king sneered, "A makeover... When the light of a family is too dazzling, the vision of others will be obscured, and even the glory of the royal family will appear dim."
Finigello remained silent.
The king tapped his fingers on the armrests of his throne and looked away.
"Tell me what you think, Sigrdrifa."
Without even raising her head, Sigrdrifa knelt on one knee and said four words in a respectful manner:
"The king's power is supreme."
The king slowly smiled with satisfaction, his scarlet eyes flashing with a dangerous light.
——Tea party at Earl Subern’s house.
The porcelain cups clinked lightly, the aroma of tea wafted in the air, and several noble ladies sat around a round table, talking in low voices about Moshe Mackintosh.
"I heard that he was accepted as a disciple by the Holy Envoy Xuan Ye!"
"But he doesn't even have any magic power, how is this possible?" The red-haired lady in the black dress frowned, obviously not believing it.
"He's a genius academically. He has four minors, two of which were exempted from exams, and he almost got full marks on the other two." The lady with long brown curly hair retorted softly, with admiration in her tone.
The host of the tea party, Miss Subern, smiled and said, "If he can really get into the magician practical class, doesn't that mean he is special?"
"I met Master Moshe once. He was very gentlemanly and supported me when I was about to fall." The young lady in a pink dress lowered her head with a slightly red cheek. "If the person I marry is him..."
——Rekton Royal Academy, central square.
A middle school boy who had just eaten and drunk his fill passed by here. He caught a glimpse of a strange hill from the corner of his eye and suddenly turned back with his eyes wide open.
"Senior Vivian, what are you doing?"