“Young man, interested in a chat with an old fellow?” When Ethan heard this, he pretended not to have heard it.
After all, meditation increased his rate of getting stronger, and he didn’t want to waste time.
But as soon as the other person finished speaking, he felt his meditation state uncontrollably exit on its own.
He stared blankly at the old man who had appeared beside him.
He had just seen this person; it was the one who stood on the stage announcing the start of the exam.
A First-Class Mage, Lernen.
On the way here, Ethan overheard people chatting that this man seemed to be a mage from the time the Continental Magic Association was founded.
He was one of the first disciples of the Great Mage Serie, and his strength was unfathomable.
“You are… Lord Lernen?” “You are Ethan, aren’t you?” Lernen’s lips curved into a smile.
“I wanted to greet you much earlier, but I’ve been tied up with various matters and haven’t had the chance.” “Don’t joke with me, what right do I have…” Ethan caught a bad vibe from this line.
Usually, this kind of opening meant he would be asked to do some troublesome thing.
He didn’t have time to help the Continental Magic Association; he was planning to travel across the continent.
“We know about your contact with that man back then.” Lernen’s smile didn’t change at all, but the content made Ethan freeze in place.
Löwe… this person left an impression on Ethan because that bastard actually wanted to kill Frieren.
What a joke!
She was the teacher who taught me so much magic.
Whoever dared to touch her, I’d send them to hell, damn it.
But if Lernen knew, it meant the Continental Magic Association knew too… How did they know?
Could it be that someone had been monitoring the entire city all along?
Lernen could tell Ethan was overthinking things and quickly said, “If you’re curious about our source of information, I can tell you this… It was Lady Frieren herself.
She came to the Continental Magic Association in person.” Ethan’s expression froze.
Frieren had once said that she didn’t get along with Serie, so the Continental Magic Association always treated her like a bad omen.
Only when Serie wasn’t around could she approach magic association-related businesses.
After all, she only had minor disagreements with Serie; the Continental Magic Association held no grudges against her.
But even so, Frieren wouldn’t go near the Continental Magic Association unless absolutely necessary.
Yet, she specifically went to the association for his sake.
“We know your attitude.
I can guarantee that we are your comrades,” Lernen sighed.
“The Empire’s infiltration efforts in the Central Kingdom in recent years have been considerable, but the capital is only a small branch.
Their true targets are the large branches in the magic cities and the Holy City where the headquarters are located.
After Frieren’s report, we have expelled most of the imperial spies in the capital.” No wonder he hadn’t seen any imperial people in a year.
So, Frieren went to call for backup and handled the matter.
Yet Frieren hadn’t mentioned a word of it to him.
“So, for what purpose did you ask me to chat?” Ethan got straight to the point.
“Actually, you probably figured it out.
We do have a request.
Since we helped you, please help us deliver a letter to the Southern Countries.” “The Southern Countries?” He really hadn’t been there before.
“I don’t have any acquaintances in the Southern Countries.” “The recipient is the former Hero’s Party’s priest, Bishop Heiter.” Heiter… Ethan’s expression immediately became interesting.
He was the priest for the Hero’s party, of course he wanted to meet him.
Moreover, this person was also an acquaintance of Frieren.
Frieren would likely be happy to see this acquaintance as well.
“No, isn’t Bishop Heiter in the Holy City?” Ethan asked, confused.
“At least the intelligence we have indicates that Bishop Heiter appeared in the Southern Countries half a month ago… so, the letter must be delivered quickly.” Lernen’s gaze was somewhat serious.
“Great Mage ‘Aura’ has started a large-scale war in the Southern Countries.
It’s too dangerous for him to stay there.
We even have reports saying that many imperial people have gone there.
The Southern Countries are now descending into chaos, and Bishop Heiter must return to the Holy City immediately.” War… and one of the three Great Mages, ‘Aura’?
This was a big shot, on the same level as Serie.
He heard she was also an elf.
… Lernen left.
Ethan still felt a bit overwhelmed by the information.
He had only come for the exam, not to accept quests from the Adventurer’s Guild.
He also knew why Lernen was giving him this task.
It was because Heiter was good friends with Frieren, and likely would only listen to those he knew.
With Frieren there, no matter what Heiter wanted to do, the probability of him returning to the Holy City for safety reasons would be higher than if just anyone tried to convince him.
His idea of continuing to meditate was gone, so Ethan began watching the exam scene like the other candidates.
It had to be said, this was indeed a slightly lower-level exam.
The requirement to defeat a Level 5 golem wasn’t particularly high, and the pass rate was actually forty percent.
Yes, many mages didn’t even have the ability to break a Level 5 golem.
As for the Level 3 golems mentioned beforehand, they never appeared.
Realizing this, Ethan couldn’t help but look at Lernen in the distance.
He saw the other man nod at him.
Damn it, this old man is doing it on purpose!
When he left earlier, Lernen had deliberately patted his shoulder and expressed confidence in his abilities.
Was this what he meant?
The only Level 3 golem, you used it to deal with me??
Of course, this didn’t mean Ethan couldn’t handle it.
His daily sparring partner was Frieren.
Soon, the last group of people went up, and the Level 3 golem that had never appeared was bound to appear here.
The other four people showed expressions of nervousness and despair, as the probability of picking one out of five was quite high.
As for those who had finished and hadn’t left yet, they were only there to see what a Level 3 golem was like.
Of course, what they most wanted to see was others getting beaten up.
When it came to spectating, humans were pretty much the same in any world.
Only Ethan knew the probability was one hundred percent, because that Level 3 golem was in my hands.
After breaking the glass bottle, a Level 3 golem, one head taller than the Level 5 golems, appeared before Ethan.
The oppressive feeling it generated was far greater than that of the four Level 5 golems next to it.
Now, the candidates who had come to watch the fun even started to worry about Ethan’s safety.
It felt like Ethan would die with just one punch from this thing.
Facing the over five-meter-tall giant and its terrifying appearance, Ethan glanced helplessly at Lernen, sighed, and took out his small magic staff.
A huge amount of mana instantly gathered into a spherical ball of mana at the tip of the staff.
The fluctuation within it made even Lernen’s eyes widen slightly.
The disciple that Frieren personally vouched for could absolutely not be just a Fifth Class mage.
But he didn’t expect that the control and strength of the mana would still exceed his imagination.
Although during the previous mana detection, Ethan’s mana level seemed to be the same as an ordinary Level 5 mage, now it seemed he had been suppressing it all along?
No, what was the point of doing that?
Ethan raised his hand, and the light at the tip of the staff instantly unleashed a torrent of mana, its fierce power instantly capturing everyone’s attention.
Since he had to destroy this thing in one go, he had to exert a little effort.
A ‘Killing Magic’ that consumed half of his mana!