Chapter 644: The Extravagant Duke

"Wow!" Amidst the cheers of the three dwarf kings, the Alliance bigwigs, and even the surrounding nobles, unleashed a second wave of astonished exclamations.

Who is Antonidas?

In the known nations, he is one of the only two Star Mage level Masters. After Quel'Thalas left the Alliance, Antonidas undeniably became the pillar of the Alliance's arcane domain!

The items Duke bestowed upon his two disciples were so precious that even Antonidas coveted them. Just how invaluable were they?!

Upon hearing Antonidas's evaluation, not to mention Rhonin, who had never seen top-tier equipment, even Jaina, accustomed to grandeur, was astonished, her mouth forming an 'o', almost sticking out her little lavender tongue.

Initially, Daelin feared Duke might be too stingy. After all, his daughter was forced upon him, and Duke was not too willing. Daelin wanted to gauge from Duke's gift whether he truly valued his daughter.

Now knowing that Duke had given something of immeasurable value, Daelin, on the contrary, had some complaints about Antonidas: "Hey, Antonidas, that's not very generous of you. That's a gift Duke gave to the younger generation, and you dare to want it?"

Antonidas, the old man, blushed rarely, then spoke with immense bitterness and grievance: "Please, it's not just me. Even those high-nosed elf mages, no, even if Anasterian were here, he would want it too! Because those two items are collectibles of Deathwing! My God! They are even [Heirlooms]!"

The authoritative mage's words fell, and the noise in the banquet hall surged once again, practically becoming a tidal wave. The exclamations of the Alliance bigwigs and nobles even alarmed the guards outside. Several paladins, along with the royal guards, rushed into the banquet hall, only to awkwardly exit upon seeing that everything was fine.

Collectibles of Deathwing, Neltharion?

Duke is really willing to part with them!

When Jaina first received the gloves, she instinctively felt that this pair of magic gloves was extraordinary. Admiring the dark red base color interwoven with mysterious purple-blue patterns, Jaina loved them at first sight. The moment she put them on, she immediately felt her magic circuit expand at least twofold. Not only the capacity but also the magic flow speed experienced a significant boost.

Jaina could distinctly feel that this was only a very, very small part of the gloves' contained power, and there was a faint dragon breath power lingering between her fingers. This was not the corrosive dragon breath of Deathwing; this was purified and transformed by some great power, leaving only the frost dragon breath.

For Jaina, now just an Earth Mage, this was undoubtedly an unimaginable treasure.

If it were merely this, it would not be considered a collectible of Deathwing.

What shocked Jaina the most were the words [Heirloom]!

Yes! The value of the gloves lay in them being [Heirlooms]!

In other words: it did not limit the user's magic level, even the lowest-level magic apprentice could wear it. Possessing [Heirlooms], a mage's cultivation speed would be faster, and they would no longer need to worry about collecting the best magic equipment during cultivation. Because the [Heirloom] itself would automatically unseal layer upon layer as the owner's magic level increased, and because the heirloom itself was of a very high rank, there was no need to consider obsolescence until the owner reached the level that the equipment itself should have.

Not to mention, it itself was an epic-level equipment that even Antonidas envied!

Originally, Jaina was somewhat dissatisfied because her father unemotionally handed Duke a saber, giving Duke the power of life and death over her if she violated the prohibition. But in front of Duke's precious and almost counter-heavenly super gift, Jaina's young heart was a bit conquered.

It turns out that Brother Duke... oh, Teacher Duke really likes me! That saber is more of a formality, I won't violate the prohibition, and teacher will never use that saber to punish me...

Jaina's face, like white jade, puffed up red from excitement. She lifted her pointed little chin, looking up at Duke's gentle and kind face: "Teacher, what is the name of these gloves?"

Duke, possessed by the acting emperor, kindly replied: "These gloves have a very nice name, called [Smoky Flow Gloves], oh!"

"Like a blooming firework, like a flowing ripple, right? So nice! Thank you, teacher, I like these gloves very, very, very much!" To express her excitement, Jaina used a full three 'very's to describe her excitement.

The dark-hearted individual in his heart sneered: Yes! Smoky Flow, Smoky Flow, if you dare to mess around in the future, I will light you up like a cigarette.

Over there, Rhonin was also so excited he was almost in tears.

In this life of Rhonin, because he did not have the merit of being the main force to save the Red Dragon Queen, even though he did not pit any teammates this time, he was still unpopular in Dalaran. His days were miserable.

Originally, Rhonin, under the suggestion of Krasus, did not think Duke would really accept him as a disciple when he asked to be his student. He was already overjoyed when Duke accepted him, who would think that Duke would be so extravagant, taking out two rare treasures from Deathwing as gifts for accepting disciples.

Looking at the ornament in his hand, which was like a small stone tablet, Rhonin was speechless for a long time. Even a magic apprentice could feel the supreme power contained within, as well as the magical power amplification.

This was not a simple power amplification. Rhonin could feel that when he started casting spells, the ornament would provide him with more than one stage of amplification, very likely two stages, even maybe three stages!

This was an unparalleled treasure that any mage would dream of!

Such an awesome thing, Teacher Duke actually just gave it away! How much does the teacher see in me?!

Tears were already swirling in Rhonin's eyes!

"Teacher! Thank you! I... I... I..." Completely unable to express his excitement in words, Rhonin simply ran to Duke, heavily falling to his knees in supplication.

In this era, generally only the lowest commoners needed to perform such a grand ceremony when seeing their lord. Even if Duke was a teacher, it was a bit exaggerated.

But everyone understood.

Behind King Daelin, Daelin's old lover and personal bodyguard,

Jaina Goldsword, also did not hide her envy. She quietly brought her mouth to Daelin's ear, speaking with magical transmission: "I really envy Jaina. If someone gave me this before I met you, let alone bow in submission, I would sleep with him for a lifetime."

Daelin knew his old lover was joking, but he was still deeply moved.

Duke lifted Rhonin: "Get up, this ornament of yours is named [Unbridled Will]! Like Jaina's, it is also a rare treasure, oh!"

Duke, while maintaining his righteousness, lied through his teeth!