The entirety of Cartier, except the outskirts, was entirely under the Sacred Tree in the central area. Therefore, naturally, there wasn't much sunshine. It even felt a bit gloomy at times. But overall, there was no shortage of daylight for illumination.

The hall of the Blood Elf Magic Academy was even more so.

A half-egg shape, entirely sculpted from solid wood, with four sides featuring large oval windows to ensure lighting. There was no paint on the walls, maintaining the most original wooden surface, adorned everywhere with intricately carved murals. The content of those murals depicted the legendary stories of the Blood Elf Mages who graduated from here.

Angel glanced around, feeling both nervous and curious.

His gaze finally landed on a small, flattened part of the wall. Although Angel had never been here before, he could guess what the mural must have depicted.

Andrew.

Yes, among the many outstanding graduates of the Magic Academy, there was his brother, Andrew. Despite graduating many years ago, Andrew became a reviled figure.

Even though Andrew's magical achievements were slightly inferior to Gray's, you must know that Gray was a Lich and moreover a "well-educated" Lich. Andrew, on the other hand, was still young, only a little over two centuries old. Considering Elf Mages had many ways to extend their lifespans, he could potentially live up to three thousand years.

Unlike solitary Liches, a highly capable elf living within a clan could experience quantitative change inducing qualitative change. An Elf Mage with an extremely high status would receive the full support of the clan's resources. Under normal circumstances, a three-thousand-year-old Elf Mage could be comparable to an eight-thousand-year-old Lich.

Of course, such genius, long-lived Elf Mages were rare among both Blood Elves and Wood Elves. In the long river of history, even the Blood Elf Great Priest might not necessarily achieve that.

At that time, Andrew was considered the most likely to reach that height, and you can imagine the significance placed upon him. However, he defected. This was well known in the Blood Elf magical circles, an outrageous disgrace in the magic community.

*Having a notorious brother was a painful thing. But what could Angel do? At that moment, he felt as vulnerable as a baby, anyone could break his hand. Whether he accepted it or not, he had no choice but to accept it, powerless to change anything.*

"Don't be nervous, Angel, you have to believe that you are the best." The devil whispered in his ear.

"I've heard that the children coming here for the exam have prepared for a long time, but I haven't prepared anything." Angel murmured softly.

"But you have your brother's notes, don't you? Those books are your treasures. How many nights have you buried yourself in them, reading each one countless times? Your brother was one of the greatest geniuses in Blood Elf history. If he hadn't been too reckless, in a few hundred years, he would have become the most legendary Magic Master in Blood Elf history. You hold his study notes during his learning period, they are priceless."

"I hope so." Angel smiled shyly.

"Angel An, who is Angel An?" An elf woman wearing glasses, with her hair tied up in a bun, entered the hall of the Magic Academy.

"That's me!" Angel quickly stood up.

The elf woman glanced at the excited Angel, then looked towards the front desk.

"Yes, it's him." The receptionist at the front desk smiled helplessly.

The elf woman leading the way then walked up to Angel. She looked down at the notebook in her hand and then smiled, saying, "Follow me."

After speaking, she turned and walked toward a nearby corridor.

Angel quickly strapped his longbow and quiver to his back and followed briskly.

The Magic Academy, whether it was the corridors or other buildings, everything was made of giant pieces of solid wood. Almost every corner was sculpted, full of history. Some history had been destroyed, but in those places, Elf Mages established new histories. Intricate, yet beautiful.

In addition to murals, there were many oil paintings on the walls now.

Angel looked around eagerly, his eyes filled with longing. This was the sacred place in his heart, the place where his brother once stayed.

"Alright, wait here for a moment." The elf woman said as she brought Andrew to a door, then turned back to Angel, "I need to go in and greet the Magic Master. He will prepare the exam for you."

"Okay, thank you." Angel said blankly as he bowed.

Turning sideways, the elf woman reached out and knocked on the door.

"Magic Master, may I come in?"

"Come in." A raspy voice echoed from within the room.

A voice like this was rare among the elves, as their voices were generally very pleasant to hear.

The elf woman pushed the door open and walked in, closing the door behind her.

Shortly after, Angel heard them speaking inside.

"Magic Master, didn't you already agree to help with his exam?"

"You asked if I had time."

"Yes, and then you said you did."

"If it's for assisting with the exam, then I probably don't have time. Why should I waste time on such matters? Thirty-five? Does he want to be the oldest freshman at the Magic Academy? It's useless. He can't possibly become a qualified mage. Just tell him he's disqualified, isn't that enough?"

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