Chapter 104 “The Flame of Judgment” Fran Stephens

Fez Royal Magic Academy, Fran Fighting Field.

Yousef and Otis cast various advanced spells wantonly in the field, but their footsteps were still standing where they started, without moving at all.

For them, even if they exerted some anger, they were not at risk of their lives. Most of them still focused on frontal magic bombardment to overwhelm others with force.

Although Otis, as an arcanist, has many methods, Yousef, with his luxurious magic equipment, can still compete with Otis in a short period of time, which is not a waste of Otis.

But for the students who were watching, they could not see so many ways with their eyesight, and they all exclaimed at the strength of the two men and the ingenuity of their techniques.

"Aren't these two usually quite friendly? Why are they so cruel all of a sudden?"

The students on the sidelines watched intently while discussing with their friends.

"Didn't you hear, these two seem to be competing for a student named Li Si!"

"What kind of genius is this Li Si? He actually alerted two big shots and even snatched away his disciples."

"Isn't that right? This is the vice president of the academy, and the other one is the master of magic patterns!"

"I also want these two to accept me as their disciple. Then I will definitely be able to break through to the silver level."

"Stop dreaming. By the way, do you know that person named Li Si? He should be a student of the college."

"I don't know. I've never heard of a genius named Li Si."

Perhaps it was because Li Si was usually too low-key, or maybe because he was considered to have no talent. No one thought that the disciple Yousef and Otis were competing for was the insignificant Viscount Lis Kane.

Just as the sparks between Yousef and Otis became stronger and stronger, the protective shield that lit up around the fighting arena suddenly disappeared in a flash of light, along with the advanced spells the two had just cast.

What? ! !

This sudden situation caught Yousef and Otis off guard, and they stopped and observed their surroundings vigilantly.

The students in the stands also turned pale. The feeling of heart palpitations when the protective shield disappeared and the huge fireball and wind blade were about to hit them gave them a fear of death.

Just when they wanted to ask what happened, all the students' figures flashed and disappeared from the stands.

When they recovered from the dizziness caused by the teleportation, they found that they were already in the square in front of the academy gate.

Everyone who was teleported looked at each other, and people passing by also looked curiously at the sudden appearance of this large group of students.

This, this, this. Did someone use group teleportation to teleport us here?

Who is such an exaggeration?

Some people have not yet recognized the reality and are messy in the wind.

Some people seemed to have thought of something, and turned around like crazy and rushed in the direction of the Frank Fighting Field.

When Yousef and Otis saw all the students around them disappear, their expressions also changed.

Is it that exaggerated?

Just when they were suspicious, a gentle voice sounded in their ears.

"Long time no see, Otis."

"Why did you start fighting with others?"

This is!

When Otis heard this familiar voice, his face became solemn and respectful.

Yousef next to you was a little confused. The voice was unfamiliar, but the person who wanted to speak was not an ordinary person.

A figure wearing a black mage robe appeared in front of the two of them, with a faint smile on his young and handsome face.

"Lord Fran!"

The first time Otis saw the young man, he immediately saluted respectfully and at the same time winked at Yousef who was standing beside him.

This is the legendary mage Fran Stephens, the dean of the Fes Royal Academy of Magic!

Only then did Yousef realize who was standing in front of him, and he quickly followed Otis in saluting.

It has only been ten years since Youssef joined the Royal Academy of Magic in Fes. When he joined the academy, the dean had already gone out to roam, so he had not met the most famous person in the kingdom and the only legendary mage. .

But in retrospect, the person in front of me is indeed very similar to the portrait of the dean hanging in the affairs building.

Yousef was excited. It was really rare to see this legendary strong man. The anger from the fight with Otis just now had all dissipated.

This is the leader of the Fes Royal Mage Group, the dean of the Fes Royal Magic Academy, the legendary mage, the top of the evocation mage, the "Flame of Judgment" Fran Stephens.

This is also one of the reasons why Yousef chose to join the Fes Royal Academy of Magic. To be honest, although the resources provided by the academy are very generous, as a magic pattern master, Yousef can also get the same treatment elsewhere.

But it's different here. Although Yousef has traveled to many countries on the continent of Fanor, the only legendary mage who often appears is the "Flame of Judgment".

Being able to obtain the guidance of the legendary mage is also one of the conditions for Yousef to join the academy.

Fran tilted his head slightly, as if he had received Yousef's information from the academy's magical intelligent life, and nodded and said:

"Yousef, right? The young man is good. He has reached the level of a senior magic pattern master at such a young age. Keep working hard."

"You can come to me while I'm at the academy."

Yousef was so excited that he didn't even notice that he was being called a lad.

After all, after every life breaks through to the legendary level, its lifespan will be greatly extended, at least to around 500 years old. In addition, legendary strongmen have various ways to extend their lifespan.

So even though Fran looks like a young man, his actual age is definitely older than that of his fifty-year-old self.

Quickly saluting again, Yousef said respectfully:

"Thank you for your generosity, Lord Stephens!"

"Um."

Fran turned to look at Otis and asked with a smile:

"So what's going on, Otis?"

"I saw you and Yousef competing here as soon as I came back. Are you, the deputy dean, so idle?"

Otis is also quite familiar with the dean. When the dean is away, he mostly handles the affairs of the college. He knows that the dean is making fun of him.

"It's nothing serious, I just need to practice with Yousef because my hand is raw."

"oh?"

Seeing that Otis still wanted to hide it, the smile on Fran's face grew stronger. He turned his head to look at Yousef and asked:

"Say, Yousef. What's the reason?"

"Yes, Lord Stephens."

Yousef straightened up, pointed at Otis and said angrily:

"This Vice-Chancellor insists on taking away my disciples, which is too much."

I didn't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!

Otis immediately performed a set of three in a row, bowing his head and ignoring Yousef's accusation.

"That's it"

Fran rubbed his chin, becoming interested.

"What kind of talent can you, a vice-dean and a master of magic patterns compete for? I'm very curious, Otis."