I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

"We're going back to the days of having no snacks every day."

Firen grabbed Fulilian's hands, and it seemed that he couldn't stop Fulilian from leaving.

Suddenly.

Firen failed to hold Fulilian, and his hands were broken free.

"But I haven't passed the magician qualification exam..." Fulilian stopped at the door, and her tone was a little difficult to speak.

[How could you not pass the magician qualification exam? ? ? ]

[You are a thousand-year-old magician, there are not many people in the world who can compare with you in magic, right? ]

[Fufu, did I forget something? ]

Suddenly.

Fulilian seemed to remember something, and she took out a rusty certificate.

"The Holy Staff Certificate should not be used, right?"

Firen looked at the things in front of him, and obviously didn't know about this certificate.

But.

Behind him, the white-haired old man in the hall was preparing to handle something at the door of the hall. Hearing the words of the Holy Staff Certificate, he turned and looked at Fulilian.

"So where on earth did this antique come from..." Philen couldn't help but complain.

"Over there." The white-robed and white-haired magician called out to Fulilian and Philen.

Fulilian and Philen looked at him.

"Can I see that?" The white-robed and white-haired male magician asked.

[Is this a connoisseur? ]

Looking at the rusty staff medal in front of him, the white-haired man's eyes widened.

Sweat even flowed down his cheeks.

He took the staff medal in his hand, clasped his hands and looked at Fulilian.

"You want to take the first-level test, right?"

Hearing the tone of the white-robed man, he suddenly became very polite.

Fulilian and Philen looked at each other, is this a possibility?

Evening.

The sunset covered the sky.

"I got the qualification to participate." Fulilian looked at the Holy Staff Certificate in her hand.

"I didn't expect that someone would recognize this."

Holding his palms tightly.

Furlian had never thought that after a thousand years, someone would still know about this thing. I thought it was useless. [The tone of voice changed from a calm tone to a respectful one in an instant.] [‘Over there’ → ‘You’, hahaha!] [Great!] [This is something from ancient times!] [Is this a powerful thing?] [Ferren was a little confused.] She obviously didn’t recognize it. Furlian said calmly: “It should be.” [Screen switching.] Eighty years ago. Furlian and the brave Sinmeier were in the same city of Visastri. [Furlian, you didn’t join the Magicians’ Guild, did you?] Sinmeier asked her. Furlian turned around and answered Sinmeier: “The group that manages magic changes too frequently.” [Who can add one by one?] [Hearing Furlian’s words, “Oh——” Sinmeier understood why Furlian didn’t join the Magicians’ Guild.] Fulilian trotted to the front, turned around and said to Xinmeier and the others, "And I have this."

Smiling, she showed the pendant in her hand to Xinmeier, Haita and the others.

"The Holy Staff Certificate, it's amazing, right?"

Flilian laughed happily.

At this time.

Xinmeier and Haita came over and looked at the Holy Staff Certificate in Fulilian's hand for a long time.

Finally.

Xinmeier asked, "What is this rusted jewelry?"

He asked Haita beside him, "Do you know?"

Haita adjusted his glasses that reflected white light, "I don't know at all."

'Ding ding~'

'Huh? 'Aize pushed the two people apart and came over to take a look.

Then shook his head.

Aize didn't recognize this either.

[Eize doesn't know, it must be something from hundreds of years ago. ]

[Hahahaha, this shaking head sound effect is so cute. 】

Flillian put away her smile and blinked.

These three people don't know the Holy Staff Certificate? ?

"Is that so." Flillian said in a low voice, and put the Holy Staff Certificate around her neck.

"This is the only thing that can prove my identity as a magician."

She said to Xin Meier and the others.

Xin Meier seemed to realize something, "Flillian, we really don't know this jewelry..."

"But we know that you are an amazing magician."

He looked at Flillian firmly.

Beside her, Haita and Aize also looked at her with a smile.

Flillian looked up and looked at Xin Meier.

"Isn't that enough." Xin Meier said gently.

Along the way, they knew Flillian's strength very well.

So.

It's just the certification of a magician, and it can't shake their recognition of Flillian.

[This thing is the certificate of the highest-level magician during the period of the Flame Magic Association. ][He is still so gentle.]

At this time, Fulilian glanced at the three of them, turned around and walked forward.

"But you will die soon."

Flilian was a little unhappy.

[Daily Auspicious Words (doge)]

The scene turned back.

Fulilian looked at the Holy Staff Certificate in her palm and tightened her palm slightly.

She put the medal back in her pocket.

There was an unidentifiable look in her eyes.

"Ms. Fulilian." Philen called her.

Standing next to her was Hugh Tark.

"We all know that you are an amazing magician." Philen smiled and looked at her.

Hugh Tark also put his hands on his waist and looked at Fulilian with a smile.

Fulilian's eyes widened and her mouth slightly opened.

She seemed a little surprised by this.

She turned to look at Philen and smiled.

[History is always surprisingly similar. ]

[Ahhhh, the same scene, Fulilian's teammates all said the same thing to her! ]

[Who understands, I'm so moved. ]

[Tears in my eyes. ]

Fulilian stood behind Philen and reached out to touch her purple hair.

"That's right."

Early the next morning.

In the Magic Association of Visast.

"According to the regulations of the Continental Magic Association." Fulilian was in the Magic Library, flipping through the books on the table.

"Generally, starting from level 5, magicians will be considered able to stand on their own."

Philen stood in front of a bookcase that was as high as three floors, flipping through the book in her hand.

Fulilian turned her head to look at Philen next to her, "Philen, why did you take the level 3 exam?"

Philen turned around, "Because it was the closest to the date of the level 3 test."

Hugh Tark was lying on the table, snoring.

Fulilian looked at the record in her hand, "There are 600 magicians above level 5."

"Including magician apprentices from level 6 to 9, there are a total of 2,000."

"Among them, there are 45 level 1 people."

"The level 1 test is held every three years."

[It's not bad, level 1 accounts for 9%, I remember that this kind of test is 5% or less. 】

"It is held in the northern branch of Visast and the headquarters of the holy city of Strahl."

Ferren listened to Fulilian's introduction.

"There are many years when no one passes."

"And there are many casualties."

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