Chapter 6

At this moment, several of Brando's servants had already approached menacingly.

Brando, with his arms akimbo and chin held high, looked down at Duke with a condescending gaze. He really wanted to know who had given this ragged commoner the nerve to question his reputation in public!

Deputy Captain Vieri was also anxious: "Child, if there’s no other way, I suggest you kneel and beg for forgiveness."

Kneel!?

Kowtow!?

Damn! What kind of nonsense is this?

Duke was instantly furious. As a穿越者 (穿越者: time traveler), and a young man deeply influenced by modern enlightened ideas, Duke had never had the habit of kneeling to anyone.

Well, maybe one day, when he finally got rid of his single dog status and got married, he might kneel.

Exactly! Kneel to heaven, kneel to earth, kneel to parents.

But not to you, this damn noble!

At this moment, Duke made up his mind: If I have to be a martyr, so be it. I’ll just come back to life anyway. At worst, I’ll lose some integrity, but I’ll make sure to kill you in the end!

Being beaten to death would probably be very painful.

Duke was also determined. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "So what if you’re a noble! If a noble says the sun is black, it’s black! I don’t accept it. Can you turn a fireball into an arrow? It was clearly the High Elven Ranger General of Quel'Thalas, Alleria Windrunner, who killed that boar. How dare you take credit for it!?"

When Duke said this, the surrounding crowd was in an uproar.

Even Brando’s scalp tingled.

Why did this involve those arrogant, long-eared elves? This could easily turn into an international incident.

Despite the lack of a formal alliance, the status of the High Elves was paramount. Without the High Elves teaching humans magic, humans might not have been able to defeat various beasts and troll tribes with just swords and spears.

Not everyone present knew who Alleria was, but there were knowledgeable people.

At this moment, an elderly voice came from behind Duke.

"Hey, young man, I’m the Mage Aptitude Tester for Northshire. My name is Karab Nordon. Would you like to try the mage aptitude test? If you pass, you can achieve a status equal to Sir Brando."

Duke turned around and saw a crystal ball on a table, and an old mage who looked like a fortune-teller waving at him.

Mage!? Duke’s heart skipped a beat. In the game, he was a true mage, or rather, he loved using mages, warlocks, and priests—any cloth-wearing class.

But could the game’s mechanics translate to reality?

Could he just pose like Kamen Rider and “biu, biu, biu” fire off huge fireballs?

Despite how absurd it sounded, Duke was inexplicably drawn to the old mage.

At this moment, Brando’s fierce warning came: "Commoner, do you really think a mage apprentice status will save you? Do you know what you’re doing? You’re not just defaming me, Fam Brando, but you’re challenging the entire Brando family!"

Vieri was also anxious and whispered quickly, "Duke, don’t! Mage aptitude is extremely rare. Out of a thousand commoners, not even one might become a mage apprentice, let alone a high-level mage. To stand up to the Brando family, you need to become a court mage in Stormwind..."

Duke gave Vieri a grateful look, then turned and walked straight to the old mage.

Seeing Duke’s actions, a servant immediately cursed, "Damn brat, stop! How dare you ignore Brando..."

Brando, however, stopped his servant: "Let him go!"

"Master, but..."

"Haha, do you think mage aptitude is something you can just have? Among those illiterate commoners, one in a hundred thousand might have it. Hahaha!"

Brando’s laughter echoed in the ears of the surrounding crowd.

Every commoner’s face showed hesitation and reluctance.

On one hand, they longed for a young hero to prove to these arrogant nobles that talent and genius could come from the common people.

On the other hand, they knew this hope was too slim. Not to mention the unimaginable magical aptitude, just the runes and magical theories alone could confuse them to death.

The commoners hesitated, silently watching Duke.

Scorn, laughter, and lack of faith from the world.

Feeling the pitying gazes around him, Duke’s chest filled with a sense of indignation.

Layer upon layer, it grew higher and higher, more and more, like a volcano about to erupt.

Duke clenched his teeth and asked, word by word, "What do I need to do?"

Completely ignoring Fam Brando’s hostile gaze, the old man Nordon spoke: "This crystal ball contains the most basic fireball spell formula. Do you know what a formula is? Never mind, just use your mind to sense it. If you can make even a spark with this crystal ball, you’ll be a first-level mage apprentice."

Sense it?

Behind him were the noble Brando and his lackeys, who wanted to tear him apart. With Duke’s small frame, he definitely couldn’t fight them. Well, treat it like a dead horse and try, Duke placed his hand on the crystal ball.

The moment he did, the system sprite’s annoying voice rang out again.

"Detected unknown spell model... Comparing with host’s knowledge... Thermodynamics and fluid mechanics formulas imported... Entropy calculation in progress, improved spell model constructed, importing heat energy from the fire element plane..."

Under the old man Nordon’s terrified gaze, Duke’s astonished eyes, and the shocked expressions of all the onlookers, red ribbon-like runes suddenly shot out from the crystal ball, wrapping around Duke and forming brilliant rune circles that rotated continuously.

In the next instant, a fireball as large as a water barrel, burning fiercely and emitting terrifying heat, shot out of the crystal ball with a long tail of flame...

"Boom—"

The unimaginably huge explosion made the nearly a thousand people in the trial field’s scalps tingle, and their ears buzzed.

"Oh, by the Light."

"What happened!?"

Those nearby could see, but countless people far away were screaming in shock.

"Move! Everyone, move!"

"Evacuate all non-essential personnel! We may have been attacked!"

It had to be said, the guards of Stormwind were quite competent. Upon hearing the explosion, they immediately took their posts, the patrol teams rushed to the scene, and the resting soldiers rushed out of their quarters to evacuate the crowd.

Another deputy captain arrived with a fully armed patrol squad of twelve men.

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