"Welcome to the White Rock Tower. The sorceress Modestie smiled, but the next moment her smile suddenly retracted, turning into a serious look, looking at everyone and speaking, "However, how long you can stay here depends on your respective abilities." ”

Uh, this ......

Everyone was stunned, Modette walked to the side, took a few steps and turned back, looking at the people who were still in place, and coldly reprimanded: "What are you doing like a flock of stupid geese? Are you going to bask in the eyes? Don't you see that I'm leaving? Follow me!"

"Well, yes. Everyone was excited, and hurriedly followed, followed Modesti out a few hundred meters, and stopped in front of a stone house in the corner of the small square.

With a "squeak", Modette opened the door of the stone house and walked in, fiddling with the doorway frame, and then taking a seat behind a table in the stone house.

Looking at the crowd outside the door, Modette said, "Okay, I'm going to give you a talent test before admission, and each of you will come into the room in turn." Who's the first? Don't let me waste time! Hurry up!"

Everyone looked at each other, and as they hesitated, Richard saw Nancy walk out first, into the stone house.

Richard noticed that the moment Nancy entered the stone house, a bright light flashed at the doorway, as if some kind of spell prop was in effect, presumably used to test the wizard's talent - this method was less troublesome than the spell used by Wall, a third-level apprentice who had died in Emerald Gold City.

Sure enough, after the door frame flashed brightly, Nancy walked into the stone house, Modette raised her eyebrows, her expression softened, and she said slowly: "Na, is she highly talented, she is still a beautiful girl." Tsk, that's good. What's your name?"

"Nancy. Nancy replied.

"Nancy. Modette nodded, rummaged under the table, and then pulled out a rounded rectangular metal nameplate that was two centimeters wide, seven or eight centimeters long, and a few millimeters thick. The surface of the metal nameplate is shining with a bright golden luster, and it looks very strong, and I don't know what kind of metal it is made of. On the back there is a series of characters and a miniature image of a white stone tower, and on the front is blank.

"Nancy, good name. Modette muttered to herself, like a white finger lightly swiping the front of the metal nameplate, the sound of "rustling" sounded, and the metal powder fell on the table, and Nancy's name was already engraved in the middle of the front of the metal nameplate.

Tossing the metal nameplate with her name engraved on it to Nancy, Modette exclaimed, "This is your ID badge, and with it, it means that from now on, you are already a student of the White Rock Tower Academy—well, an elite student." Okay, there's nothing going on for now, let's go out and wait. ”

"Yes. Nancy said, walking out of the stone house.

Modestie looked up and shouted, "Next!"

A boy walked in, and the doorframe of the stone house flashed, and the light was much fainter than before.

Modesty's face pulled, and her voice, which was supposed to be soft, became a little cold: "A moderately talented, or a boy who doesn't look very good." ”

The boy in the stone house twitched the corners of his mouth a little unnaturally.

"But it's okay, and it's always a full student. Modès said, looking at the boy and asking, "What's your name?" ”

"Taryn, Julie, Ashiburn, Ang Gustaf. The boy hurriedly read out his full name.

"Tylen Julie Yahi......" was repeated less than halfway before Modesti stopped and frowned: "Such a long name?!"

"That's right, Ms. Modesty. The boy hurriedly explained, "I am from Ammar, and in our place, according to tradition, we add to our own name the names of the better people of the father's and mother's families. Among them, my father's family had a general named Ang Gustav, who won many wars. My maternal family had a brilliant poet from Ahbourne, who wrote many poems that were recited by people. So I ......."

"Stop!" Moddesty interrupted the boy coldly, and said unceremoniously, "I don't care where you are from, and I don't care what traditions you have, but I don't like your long name." ”

"That ......"

"As of today, your name has been changed to John. Modette directly changed the boy's most common name, which was not at all related to the original name, and was also resolute, and could not be refused at all, "John will be your only name!"

The boy couldn't help but look at Modette with wide eyes, his expression was dull, obviously he didn't expect this.

If the name is long, it has to be changed? This is too unreasonable, isn't it? His original name has been used for more than ten years, and now he has changed it to John without any preparation, which is a bit too sudden, right?

The boy galloped by 10,000 wild horses in his heart, but looking at Moddy Dy, his lips opened and closed for a long time, and he didn't dare to refute half a word.

By this time Modette had turned over another metal nameplate, the same size as it had been given to Nancy—a rectangle with rounded corners, two centimeters wide, seven or eight centimeters long, and a few millimeters thick. However, the material is a little different, the color is silvery-white, and it looks a little inferior to Nancy's gold nameplate.

"Brush!"

Modesty's white fingers quickly ran over the name tag, and John's name was engraved on it, and then tossed it to the boys.

"Get out, next. "Modès Causeway.

"Well, yes. The boy who had changed his name to John took the silver nameplate and walked out with a somewhat unspoken expression.

The next boy walked in.

Modette took out a silver nameplate and clasped it in his hand, looked at the new boy, opened his mouth and spoke, his tone was not as cold as before, but asked with a bit of laziness: "You...... What's your name?"

"I ......," the boy hesitated.

"Hurry up!" Madestye urged.

"I ...... My name is John. The new boy replied with a spirit, and at the end he quickly added, "Teacher Modesty, my name is John. ”

Modesti: "......"

There was a moment of silence in the stone house.

"John?!" Modestie's eyes sharpened, staring at the boy.

The boy was a little frightened, and quickly tried to prove that what he said was true: "Teacher Modestie, I swear, my real name is John, and my full name is John Boros Bacon. ”

"John Boros Bacon?" Mordash squinted, her fingers rubbing against the metal nameplate, the metal powder falling, the name carved and then tossed to the boy.

The boy saw that it was inscribed: Bacon.

"From this day forward, you are not allowed to call John, your name is Bacon – only Bacon. ”

Boy: "......"

Modestie waved, "That's it! You, get out, next!"

The boy who changed his name to Bacon reluctantly walked out, and another boy walked in.

Madestie spoke, looked directly at the boy who came in, and said, "Don't tell me, your name is John, too." ”

"I ......" The third boy was obviously a little nervous, and was shocked by the powerful aura of Moddesty, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

Modette impatiently took out a silver nameplate, wiped her fingers, carved the name, and threw it to the third boy.

When the boy took it, he saw another very common name depicted on the nameplate - Johnson - meaning John's son.

Boy: "......" instantly felt that there were countless more fathers.