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The time for the second round of the Mage test was about to end.
At the resplendent golden treasure vault.
Yulian, Frieren, Sense, and Fern quietly waited together for the arrival of the examinees who had persevered until this moment.
How many examinees would there be?
Sense couldn't help but feel a little curious.
This was the only time anyone had passed the Mage test she had organized in recent years.
Was it all thanks to Yulian?
Sense looked towards Yulian, who was originally sitting leisurely on the treasure chest, swinging his feet.
but was pushed away by Frieren.
His small face couldn't help but stiffen.
No...
It was very likely that the quality of this year's examinees was indeed very high.
Sense comforted herself this way.
"Fern, save me!"
"Fern!"
Frieren's cry for help sounded again.
Sense's heart skipped a beat, and she looked towards Frieren again!
As expected!
She was eaten into the belly by a mimic again!
Truly... hard to describe...
Sense covered her face with her golden hair once again.
She wanted to make sure her eyes could no longer see these strange things clearly.
"Mr. Yulian, how can you take advantage of Mistress Frieren like this?"
Fern complained about Yulian's little scheme.
He deliberately put a mimic here to set up Frieren.
while laboriously trying to pull Frieren out of the mimic.
"I didn't, Fern."
Yulian laughed, covering his mouth.
but pretended to be wronged.
"You saw it too, she was the one who chased me off the mimic."
"This isn't my fault~"
"Wahhh~"
"So dark~"
"Yulian, I hate you!"
"Wahhh!"
Frieren's heartbroken voice came from inside the mimic.
She knew it was ninety-nine percent a mimic.
But still, that thought!
What if, this time, it was that one percent possibility!
That it was a peerless treasure chest!
"Mistress Frieren, please don't move around!"
Fern said seriously, pouting.
After so many times, she had discovered a pattern!
As long as Frieren didn't move around.
Usually, she just needed to do this first, then that, and finally this and that!
Frieren could be successfully pulled out!
"Okay~"
Frieren's weak voice sounded.
It seemed she utterly detested mimics.
Meanwhile, Yulian sensed the mana fluctuations coming from outside.
He pondered for a moment, stroking his chin, then snapped his fingers and ordered the mimic to open its mouth automatically.
"A Magic that makes mimics open their mouths!"
Yulian said, deliberately teasing Frieren.
The next second, the mimic naturally opened its mouth obediently.
Fern also smoothly pulled Frieren out, like pulling a radish.
"Is there really such Magic?"
After Fern casually destroyed the mimic.
She looked at Yulian curiously.
Yulian, on the other hand, smiled profoundly, and after giving Fern a look.
He stared at Frieren.
One, two, three!
"Yulian, I want to learn this!"
Ignoring the mimic's saliva dripping from her wet hair.
Frieren looked at Yulian with eyes full of piety and holiness.
Magic that can make mimics open their mouths!
So amazing!
"Want to learn?"
Yulian tilted his head slightly, the corner of his mouth unconsciously lifting.
"Mhm!"
"I want to learn!"
"Teach me, teach me!"
Frieren looked at Yulian expectantly.
"I can teach you, but~"
Yulian's eyes darted around.
He was thinking about how to continue the deception.
But Fern couldn't stand it anymore.
"Mistress Frieren!"
Fern 'firmly' tapped Frieren's head with her fair little hand.
"Fern!"
"So painful..."
Frieren covered her head, looking wronged.
She looked at Fern, pouting.
"If Mr. Yulian really had this kind of Magic for so many years and had opened so many mimics..." "wouldn't we know...?"
Fern put her hands on her hips helplessly.
She always felt that mimics had a strange effect on Frieren.
Hmm!
It was the debuff that Yulian mentioned!
"It seems so..."
Frieren reacted.
She immediately looked at Yulian with resentment.
"Such a detestable man!"
She puffed out her cheeks in anger.
Her small fists clenched involuntarily.
"Dong!"
Another head tap!
"Mistress Frieren, although Mr. Yulian is wrong."
"But you also need to seriously reflect on your bad habit of being unable to walk when you see a treasure chest."
Fern sighed.
She started wiping the mimic's saliva off Frieren again.
Fern grumbled in her heart.
Frieren, she makes herself so messy every time...
Doesn't she know how much it pains me to see her like this...
"This is the deepest part of the Ruins of the King's Tomb."
At the stone door of the treasure vault.
A group of people, all with more or less injuries, walked in grandly.
Denken, who was leading, wore a tattered cape.
Looking at the treasure vault before him, his expression improved slightly.
He couldn't help but exclaim that Frieren and Fern truly lived up to expectations!
"Congratulations on successfully conquering the Ruins of the King's Tomb."
"This is a great feat, no less than that of a First-Class Mage, enough to go down in history."
Sense stood up.
After giving a simple reply, she pursed her lips.
with a slight smile looked at Yulian.
Hmm?
Time to work?
Yulian put away his gaze of watching the show, shifted his eyes back from Frieren, and looked at the crowd.
Yulian walked to the front of the crowd.
He surveyed the more than ten people before him.
"According to the agreement, examinees who reach the deepest part of the Ruins of the King's Tomb..."
"...will all pass the second round of testing."
"Therefore, congratulations."
"You are only one step away from the title of First-Class Mage."
And that remaining so-called step away was naturally the third round of the Mage test.
which was the so-called interview stage.
The purpose was...
"The purpose is to eliminate those who got through by luck."
Serie looked at the list of those who passed the second round of the Mage test in her hand, a smile curving her lips.
Ten people.
There were still ten examinees for the First-Class Mage test after passing the second round this time!
No matter how you look at it, there must be some who relied on luck!
"I did my best."
Yulian shrugged helplessly and said discontentedly, pouting.
"There were originally sixteen people, and I eliminated six for you."
"You should be praising me."
"Little Azer, a little more force on the right side."
Serie gave Yulian a sidelong glance.
Thinking, what's the difference between sixteen people and ten people anyway?
"Yes, Sir!"
Yulian replied helplessly.
He slightly adjusted the force of the massage with his right hand.
Ever since he came back yesterday, he had been kept here to do manual labor again.
But fortunately, the good deed of Sense's clone giving him a massage before was still vivid in his memory.
Yulian couldn't complain much either.
Feeling the comfortable pressure kneading her shoulder.
Serie showed a look of contentment on her face.
"It's decided."
"I will preside over the third round of the Mage test."
"You're presiding!"
Yulian's hand movements paused slightly.
"Is that not allowed?"
Serie turned her head to look at Yulian.
Her golden eyes carried a faint sense of pressure.
As if saying, 'If you dare say no, I'll eat you!'
"No, no."
Yulian's mouth twitched.
He shook his head repeatedly.
It's just that if you preside.
I wonder how many people will be able to catch your eye...
Yulian pouted.
It seems like the old one won't have a chance anyway.
But why am I concerned about this?
Is it something I should worry about?
Yulian rubbed his temples and sat down beside Serie.
"What's wrong, are you uncomfortable?"
Serie asked with concern.
"No, I'm not."
Yulian frowned and continued rubbing his temples.
"I just feel that after being an examiner once, I can't help but pay attention to these examinees."
"Mhm?"
"So, you Demons are really rich in emotions."
Serie's mouth curved upwards.
"You've only led one test and you already have feelings?"
"Maybe..."
Yulian hesitated and nodded.
He admitted it.
He had to say, Yulian even felt he was being a bit of a bleeding heart.
Always being sentimental.
"Hey..." Yulian spoke.
"Mhm?"
Serie looked at Yulian curiously.
"Why don't you want Frieren to become a First-Class Mage?"
Yulian asked the sudden confusion in his heart.
It was a memory, and also a feeling.
He remembered that Serie ultimately didn't let Frieren become a First-Class Mage.
"She can't imagine herself as a First-Class Mage."
Serie stood up, walked to the balcony, and gazed into the distance.
Yulian naturally got up and followed.
"Magic is a world of imagination; things you can't imagine naturally cannot be realized."
Serie's mouth curved upwards.
"However, more than that, I just find her annoying."
The second before, Yulian still felt it was strange.
Then Serie spoke her words.
Yulian was then relieved.
Indeed, she found Frieren 'annoying'!
After all, Frieren is a Mage from an era of peace...
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