"Yes, yes, of course! Two young masters, please come with me. Siting wiped the cold sweat from his head, and secretly rejoiced that he had escaped, as long as this matter was done beautifully, it was estimated that Young Master Kirian would not trouble him. Thinking about the way Killian tossed people before, Citine shuddered.

Sitin led the two to the front of the group, although occasionally the magic apprentices who participated in the test threw one or two dissatisfied white eyeballs, but everyone saw the episode just now, and Killian's identity had already spread to everyone's ears like wings.

Everyone thought that they couldn't compete with Killian - in the absence of an heir from His Majesty Rey III, Killian could be said to be the biggest man in the entire imperial capital. Besides, it was obvious to all that Sitin was at the front of the line early, although there was one more person, but the speed of the magic identification tablet test was extremely fast, so almost everyone acquiesced to this.

"Hey, why are you cutting in line?" just when everyone thought that this matter was over, a rough voice said dissatisfiedly. The owner of the voice was a tall black-faced young man, his clothes were extremely shabby, and a patched magic robe that was obviously several sizes smaller was barely put on his body, almost to the point of being unclothed.

"We didn't cut in line, I was already lining up for Young Master Kirian just now!" Siting hurriedly argued, he didn't expect that there would really be someone who didn't give face to the Prime Minister's Mansion and jumped out to make a hindrance at this time.

"I didn't say him, I said this kid. The black-faced boy pointed his finger at Alfie.

"Big black man, did I say you're in the wrong place?" Killian said dissatisfiedly, "Go out from here and turn right, the Warrior Academy is where you should go!"

"What did you say?" the blackface boy took a step closer to Killian, his muscles bulging like an explosion - and in that sense, Killian was right, the strong blackface boy was more of a warrior than a magician.

"Forget it, Tyrore. In fact, Master Killian is right, you are indeed too strong, and anyone will probably have this kind of speculation. A skinny blonde boy who was behind the black-faced boy hugged him from behind.

"Sean, I can't get used to seeing them Gassere!" shouted the black-faced teenager known as Tylor.

"Yo~ Big black man, where is the rule that the queue can't be substituted for two people?" Killian's anger, which had been trying his best to suppress, finally showed signs of exploding at this moment.

"Uh-" Tyrol was asked if he was stuck, and it seemed that there was really no such rule.

"Forget it, Killian. I don't think there are many people left, so I'll just be in line at the end. Alfie watched Tyrol being caught by Killian, and was forced to be embarrassed by a word, and said in his heart. Perhaps the reason for his origin, both his predecessor and him, was that he had a natural sympathy and affection for the poor.

Killian gave Alfie a blank look, the reason why he was so impulsive was actually a little unable to accept the contemptuous gaze of other people, and wanted to escape from this place as soon as possible. Killian didn't know what was going on with him today, thinking about his dignified Richelieu family, the only heir of the Prime Minister's Mansion, when had he ever been looked at like this? Killian subconsciously attributed everything to the turmoil last night, if it wasn't for his mishandling, the old Prime Minister would not have made up his mind to send him to the Academy of Magic for refuge, and everything after that would not have happened.

Killian was completely unaware that his change had only happened after he was with Alfie, and the adventures that Alfie told him were mixed with some of Elfie's ways of dealing with the world, coupled with Alfie's unconscious use of some illusions - Alfie himself didn't know that when he was in the rescue pod with Tenelle, Tenael's illusion talent was inexplicably transferred to him, and occasionally activated when he was unconscious, so that Killian was influenced by him.

"Ki, Young Master Kirian, why don't you let this young master line up in front of me, and you and Tyrol are still in their original positions, isn't that okay?" suggested Sean, who had stopped Tyrol just now.

"Isn't this just as unfair to you as it is to the people behind you, Sean?" said Tyrol, displeased, as if he were the only one who didn't want to be cothered.

"It's okay, Tyrol. In fact, it is a waste of time for us to argue like this. Sean pointed to the magic appraisal tablet that had been empty for most of the day, and I don't know when the last magic apprentice had finished the test, and the magician in charge of the magic appraisal did not rush to urge everyone, but looked at them with a smile on his face to deal with this dispute.

"Sean is right, Tyrol, there's no need to dwell on it any longer, you've wasted a lot of our time!" shouted most of the people behind Sean in dissatisfaction.

"Hmph, it's not a good heart!" said Tyrol indignantly. He didn't expect that in the end he would become a bad guy instead.

"Why don't you do it. Tyrol, let's swap places, you go test first, and I'll be with Alfie later. Killian suggested to Tylor.

Alfie noticed a subtle look of disgust in Killian's eyes, and with what Alfie knew about Kirian, he was not targeting Tylor, but the magical apprentices behind him.

"Tyrol, don't hesitate, there are so many people waiting in the back!" Sean gently nudged Tyrol, motioning for him to accept it when he saw it.

Tyrore's nose was almost crooked, and he wanted to tell something, but after seeing the people behind him who were not good-looking, he snorted heavily, and walked towards the magic identification monument angrily.

"Tyrol, sixteen years old!" Tyrol said with a sullen salute to the magician who was guarding the magic identification tablet.

"You know the rules, don't you?" said the magician, smiling at Tairore.

"Clear. Tyrol nodded.

"Good. Please put your hand on the magic tablet and let's test your magic properties first. The magician pointed to a palm-sized circle in the middle of the magic appraisal monument that was more than three meters high, except for here, the magic appraisal monument was surrounded by complex magic arrays.

Tyrol had been standing in line here for almost a day, having seen how others tested it, and he put his hand into the circle in a similar way, and after a few moments, the magic identification tablet began to slowly emit a rich earthy yellow glow.

"Earthy properties, very good. The magician nodded in satisfaction, as expected. Judging from the character of the black-faced boy, there is no doubt that he should be an earth attribute, and the magic identification tablet really verified his guess.

"Then ...... next" The magician was just about to announce the next phase of testing, but he didn't expect the color of the light on the magic identification tablet to change from earthy yellow to a vivid green color.