Chapter 14 - Level Certification
“Kevin!” the old man screamed as he got to the second floor. “You lazy punk, get out here! There are things to do!”
A long silence. The fat old man got angry and the tightly shut door was kicked and split in half with a thud. Lin Li stood at a side, stunned by what he just saw. How was the old fellow so strong? Was he a mage or a beast?
“President Gerian…” The room was in ruin; inside was a thin, young mage who looked to be about twenty or thirty years old. He stood dumbfounded, looking at the door. He was about to say something but the fat old man shot him a fiery glare, and he could only swallow the words back down his throat.
“Come, let me introduce you. This is Mage Felic, a new mage. He has decided to go through the level certification in Jarrosus’ Guild of Magic. Bring him down to process the documents; I’ll look for someone to arrange the certification. These little rascals are getting more brazen, hiding in the room early in the morning. I wanted to teach that bastard from Shadow City a lesson, but couldn’t find any helpers to back me up…
“Oh, right. Felic, this is Kevin, the famous nice guy in Jarrosus Guild of Magic. You’ll follow him to handle all the paperwork, I’ll come and find you later.”
The fat old man went off swearing, leaving Lin Li and Kevin standing there in a daze.
“Heh heh, the President’s character… Uh… He’s more straightforward, you’ll slowly get used to it in the future.” The young mage lifted the two broken pieces of door from the ground as he explained to Lin Li with a smile.
Any mage would know what it meant to have a magic output that lasted up to twenty-eight minutes. Most spells, with the exception of a few channel spells, required only an instantaneous burst of energy. In other words, it was only at the moment of unleashing spells that magic output was needed. A minute of continuous output could be converted into at least a hundred instantaneous bursts of power. The mental strength of a human was limited, after all; even a top mage like Gerian could only maintain five minutes of magic output at the time he had been advancing to the Archmage.
He would never have imagined there’d been such a monstrous character like Lin Li in the world.
Twenty-eight minutes of continuous output meant a few thousands of low-level magic spells. Even if they were legendary spells, this would be enough to unleash a dozen of them. Gerian had really wanted to ask Lin Li whether he was truly a human.
What was the scariest of all was that even after twenty-eight minutes of continuous magic output, Lin Li had shown no signs of fatigue at all. The kid had even approached them in great spirits and asked, “How was it? How did I do?”
Gerian was about to answer when Kevin, who was standing beside him, slapped his hand against his forehead and let out a cry. “Oh no!”
“What?”
“I forgot to record his mental strength!” At the moment, Kevin wanted to drop dead. It was his responsibility to record the data, but he had been so engrossed in watching that he had forgotten about doing his job. Kevin wanted to hit his head against the wall. He was so doomed; something so important had gone wrong in his hands. With Uncle Gerian’s character, even if he didn’t die this time round, he’d probably still have to get skinned.
“Fool!” Gerian, however, did not throw a fit—not physically. Instead, he scolded him in a fit of rage. “Record for what! A mental strength that can support an output of twenty-eight minutes… Even if you did record it, no one would believe it.”
Then, he took a look around and made sure no one was eavesdropping on them. With a menacing stare directed at Kevin, he threatened, “Destroy all other evidence except the magic level. Also, do not reveal the things that have happened today no matter who asks about it—and that includes your father. If news is leaked, let’s see how I’ll deal with you!”
Kevin hurriedly agreed. He was so scared that he broke out in cold sweat.
In the end, Lin Li’s level in magic had become the least important of things.
With a stroke of the pen, Gerian filled in an “8” under the column for magic level. With that, a level eight mage certification was considered complete.
“Mage Felic, on behalf of the guild, I officially welcome you as one of us. From now on, you are a member of the Jarrosus Guild of Magic. If there are things you don’t understand, do ask Kevin,” Gerian announced with a smile of satisfaction on his face as he gathered the level certification records.