Arthur arrived in front of the middle-aged Wizard and thanked him respectfully: "Sir, my name is Arthur, and this is my younger sister, Beth. Thank you very much for your help."
Beth bowed slightly, saluted the middle-aged Wizard, and said respectfully: "Thank you, Sir!"
The middle-aged Wizard swept Arthur and Beth with a glance and said with a trace of lofty and vague disdain: "No need to thank me.
I was just carrying out Sir Ian's orders. "
"Let's go!"
The middle-aged Wizard left behind a few words, then strode out of the slums with the Knight rank bodyguard.
He didn't want to stay a minute longer in the filthy and stinky slums.
Arthur also felt the disdain hidden in the middle-aged Wizard's words.
He understood at once that the middle-aged Wizard was only carrying out Master Ian's orders, and didn't have any good will towards the siblings.
Arthur was very clever. He followed the middle-aged Wizard with his younger sister and quickly left the slums.
The man with the black poker cards didn't dare to look for trouble with Arthur, and could only watch him leave the slums with his younger sister.
As soon as Arthur left the slums with his younger sister, they headed west of the St. Tulan City.
After crossing one street after another, a huge and luxurious college covering an area of more than 300 hectares appeared in front of Arthur and his younger sister.
This huge college covering an area of more than 300 hectares was the magic college that Yang Feng spent a huge sum of money to build.
The huge magic college had 4 gates. Numerous luxurious carriages gathered at the east gate, and many young men and women dressed in aristocratic attire formed circles of various sizes at the east gate.
Arthur glanced at the east gate, then quickly turned around and took his younger sister to the north gate of the magic college.
At the north gate of the magic college, numerous commoners and impoverished youngsters dressed in ordinary clothes lined up in a long line. All the youngsters came to the front gate of Yang Feng's magic college with the dream of changing their fate, eager to enter.
As long as the children of aristocrats had money and were willing to donate a large sum of money, and their cultivation aptitude wasn't too bad, they would be directly recruited into the magic college.
As for the commoners and impoverished youngsters, if their aptitude for magic cultivation was extraordinary, they would be exempted from tuition fees, and would be subsidized a certain amount of money every month to let them practice magic.
The north gate of the magic college was a door of hope for commoners and impoverished youngsters to come into contact with the world of magic.
Every time the north gate of the magic academy opened, two to three hundred commoners and impoverished youths would rush in. Not long after, those commoners and impoverished youths would walk out, and most of them had disappointed looks on their faces.
Every time they came out, only one or two youngsters would have an excited look on their faces, wishing that they could let everyone know that they had passed.
More often than not, the youngsters would have gloomy looks on their faces after coming out.
The huge crowd quickly decreased, but at the same time, the number of youngsters also increased. Slowly, many youngsters appeared behind Arthur and his younger sister.
A few hours later, it was finally Arthur and his younger sister's turn. They followed the 200 youngsters into the north gate of the magic college and entered a spacious room engraved with countless mysterious magic runes.
Inside the room sat a middle-aged Magician with a rigid appearance. He snapped his fingers, and the entire room instantly became dark and devoid of light.
Seeing that the room had become dark and without light, the youths all panicked and started to make a ruckus.
Arthur stood in front of Beth and pulled out his dagger, a vigilant look on his face.
The middle-aged Wizard barked majestically: "Keep quiet and don't talk!
Otherwise, get out at once. "
When they heard the words of the middle-aged Wizard, the youngsters quietened down. This was an opportunity to change their fate, so they couldn't let it go.
The middle-aged Wizard silently recited an incantation and pointed with his finger, and a magic radiance lit up in a magic crystal ball in front of him.
In the room, magic runes lit up, and strange magic fluctuations enveloped the youngsters in the room.
Light of different degrees rose from the youngsters. Most of the youngsters were very dim, while the light emitted from Arthur and Beth was like a small and a big sun, suppressing the light emitted from the other youngsters.
"Geniuses!!
Two geniuses, great, I actually found two geniuses! "
The middle-aged mage was filled with excitement as he looked at the two dazzling suns, one small and one large. His voice was trembling as he spoke.
"I must report this to Sir!!"
The middle-aged Wizard took out a communications crystal and poured a tremendous amount of spirit force into it.
Yang Feng's indifferent yet majestic voice came from the magic crystal: "What's the matter, Fitz?"
Fitz said respectfully: "Sir Dean, I found two geniuses, no, two peerless geniuses. They should be youngsters of commoner or slum background."
"Peerless geniuses?
Interesting, I'm coming. "
Yang Feng's voice disappeared from the magic crystal. Not long after, a white light shone, and the whole room was suddenly enveloped in endless light.
The gazes of the youngsters were attracted by the light source, and they saw Yang Feng, shrouded in a sacred radiance and full of majesty, walk out of the light like a god walking in the secular world.
As soon as Yang Feng walked out, he saw the two children, Arthur and Beth, exuding a small and a big sun like radiance.
Yang Feng's eyes flashed with joy, and the corners of his mouth rose into a smile: "I really picked up a treasure."
Judging from the magic radiance exuded by Arthur and Beth, Arthur had a superior level-6 soul aptitude, while Beth, the little girl, had an intermediate level-7 soul aptitude. They were both geniuses on the Warlock Path and on the Magic Path.
Warlock cultivation was very similar to magic cultivation, except that Warlock secret methods cultivated both physical constitution and spirit force at the same time. Compared to the Feisuo Plane's meditation methods that specialized in spirit force, Warlock secret methods were more than a notch stronger.
As long as these two geniuses were carefully polished, they would blossom with resplendent light.
"I am Ian, the dean of this magic college. What are your names?"
Yang Feng walked towards Arthur and Beth. Along the way, the youngsters in front of him were slowly pushed aside by a gentle force, making way for him to reach in front of Arthur and Beth.
Arthur looked up at Yang Feng and said loudly with excitement: "My name is Arthur, and this is my younger sister, Beth!"
Yang Feng said with a gentle smile: "Arthur, Beth, I want to take you in as my disciples. Are you willing?"
Filled with excitement, Arthur smartly pulled his younger sister to prostrate on the ground and said respectfully: "We are willing, we are very willing.
Sir Dean, please accept us as your disciples. "
In a magic college, any Wizard could scold the No. 1 bigshot of the slums, the one-eyed dragon Band, like a dog.
Band didn't dare to let out a fart.
For such a bigwig like the dean of a magic college to personally accept disciples, Arthur was well aware of what it meant. At the same time, he didn't dare to be arrogant, for fear of missing this opportunity.
Yang Feng said with a satisfied smile: "Get up!"
A gentle force shrouded Arthur and Beth, allowing them to stand up.
Gazes of envy and jealousy came from the side. Arthur could clearly feel the envy and jealousy of the youngsters around him.
Even the middle-aged mage had a look of envy in his eyes. He knew that Arthur's fate would change drastically from now on.
Yang Feng pointed with a finger, and a white light shrouded him and Arthur and his younger sister. With a flash of light, the three of them disappeared from the room.
The middle-aged Wizard's gaze fell on the youngsters in the room and he said indifferently: "You are all unqualified and don't qualify for scholarships. Go back."
Even if aristocratic youngsters had poor aptitude, but after paying a huge sum of money, they were still eligible to enter Yang Feng's magic college to study magic. As for commoner and slum youngsters, only geniuses could enter the magic college to study magic knowledge.
Yang Feng couldn't change this aristocratic supremacy custom, nor did he want to change it.
After all, to maintain the operation of a magic college, a lot of money was needed.
Without the huge sum of money from aristocratic youngsters, the magic college wouldn't be able to operate.
After all, the magic college didn't have the financial support of the Morrince Empire.
The youngsters in the room could only leave the room with a look of disappointment on their faces.
In another luxuriously decorated room, there was a flash of light, and Yang Feng appeared with Arthur and his younger sister.
Dressed in a cyan warrior's attire, looking very capable and refreshing, Becky came up to Yang Feng and said respectfully: "Sir!"
These days, Becky had been working for Yang Feng. She had slowly shed her young miss temperament, become very capable, and become a qualified secretary.
Yang Feng said lightly: "Becky, the two of them are my disciples henceforth. Take them away and let them learn the rules."
Becky looked at Arthur and Beth with some envy, and then said respectfully to Yang Feng: "Yes!
Sir! "
There was a flash of light, and Yang Feng disappeared from where he stood.
Becky looked at Yang Feng's disappearing back with a look of longing in her eyes. She turned around and said full of dignity: "My name is Becky. You can call me Big Sister Becky. Now come with me, I'll teach you the rules here."
Arthur said very cleverly: "Yes!
Big Sister Becky! "
Beth followed suit and said: "Yes!
Big Sister Becky! "