Othar's Anger

"Yes, indeed, this is an intermediate magic, Fireball." Othar recovered from his shock, with a hint of confusion in his eyes. Even if this guy could practice magic, it would be impossible for him to release intermediate magic, right? Could it be that he has some magic crystal cards?

As soon as this thought came to Othar's mind, he overturned it himself. Othar looked at Moransiu's wrinkled clothes disdainfully, thinking to himself that it would be a big joke if this guy also had magic crystal cards.

Everyone knows that magic crystal cards are made from rare minerals, and then engraved by engravers with their own magic. Some nobles or wealthy merchants would spend a large sum of money to purchase such cards. When necessary, these magic crystal cards could save their lives.

Magic crystal cards are made with special procedures and do not require any magic activation or incantations. When used, you just need to open a small mechanism on the card to release the magic. The price of magic crystal cards is even higher than that of storing spells in equivalent level magic stones. For example, a magic crystal card containing the fourth-level Fireball spell is several times more expensive than a magic stone containing the Fireball spell.

The reason is simple. Although magic crystal cards can only be used once, they have no requirements for the user. Even lower-class commoners can use them freely.

Not only Othar, but Ziyun and Maya were also amazed at the Fireball Moransiu released. Ziyun, who had just reached the fourth-level magician realm, was well aware of the requirements for using Fireball. With her current magic power, she could only use Fireball twice at most. And the key was that she couldn't chant the incantation as fast as Moransiu.

Not only her, Ziyun made a comparison in her mind. She suspected that even the teachers in the school, the grand magicians, would find it difficult to match Moransiu's speed. She keenly noticed Moransiu's speed in releasing magic. That speed was like using a magic crystal card.

"Fi... Fireball?" Muk stuttered.

He stared at Moransiu in confusion. Moransiu had told him in the afternoon that he had just broken through to become a third-level magician from a second-level one. And now, he released a Fireball. Could it be that Moransiu had hidden something from him?

Impossible. Muk quickly dismissed this suspicion. Moransiu couldn't hide anything from him. If he really wanted to, he wouldn't need to tell Muk anything about himself.

But how should this Fireball be explained?

The nobles around were originally just watching the excitement quietly. They weren't used to the behavior of this young master of the Oriman family. If Othar could make a fool of himself, they would be happy to see it.

Now, what they were watching seemed a bit thrilling. A child under ten years old directly released an intermediate magic, which completely exceeded everyone's cognition.

"How about it? Did you see it clearly?" Moransiu saw the expressions of the crowd and regretted showing off. In fact, he could have just released a small fireball.

"Ah, maybe tonight, I'll be the topic of discussion again!" Moransiu sighed in his heart.

"Really didn't expect, genius is indeed genius." Othar smiled slightly awkwardly.

"Ziyun, then I'll leave now, see you next time." Othar walked out of the tavern with embarrassment, accompanied by his four bodyguards, four senior swordsmen.

Although there were far more swordsmen than magicians, their status was not low. Senior swordsmen could use fighting spirit, which provided some security against magicians. Fighting spirit was a major symbol of strength disparity among swordsmen. Swordsmen who could use fighting spirit were usually popular on the Holy Spirit Continent.

If it weren't for the magic Moransiu released, Othar would definitely not leave like this. Nevertheless, the anger in Othar's heart burned even more fiercely.

Back in the family, Othar angrily smashed four crystal cups in succession. These cups, worth tens of gold coins, couldn't completely vent his anger.

He deeply remembered the insults from Muk and Moransiu, especially in front of so many noble families in Soth City.

"Yuri." Othar sat in the dim living room of the house.

"Young master, you're looking for me?" After Yuri saluted to Othar, he asked.

"Help me investigate the background of two people, they are both new students at Mulan Academy, Moransiu and Muk. After finding out, inform me immediately." Othar tried hard to suppress his anger, clenched his fists, and his body trembled slightly. He was not a reckless person. As the heir of the Oriman family, he couldn't be brainless.

"Yes, young master." Yuri responded and slowly retreated.

He knew that the young master was going to kill someone again. These two people, if they didn't have prominent backgrounds, would probably become two corpses soon. Yuri turned over the names of the two people in his mind: Moransiu, Muk.

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"Moransiu, aren't you supposed to be unable to practice magic?" After Othar left, Ziyun asked her doubts.

"Not unable to practice, but don't need magic stones, I can still use magic. As for the reason, I don't know why." Moransiu knew Ziyun would be curious long ago, but he could only say so much. He didn't know the specific reasons.

Also, why could he release intermediate magic with the strength of a third-level magician? He didn't know either. He just knew that he could do it. Even if he wanted to, he could barely release fifth-level magic.

"It's really incomprehensible," Ziyun muttered.

Maya's bright eyes swept over Moransiu, then back again, as if Moransiu were a novel toy. Being looked at like that made Moransiu uncomfortable all over.

"Are we still eating?" Muk asked quietly on the side, the aggrieved expression showing up on his face again. It was like a child who had made a mistake, standing quietly there.

"Of course, you just wasted a plate of food." Moransiu felt hungry, and the dishes looked so delicious.

"Oh, that's easy, let's order more." Muk's expression changed instantly, and he immediately smiled and said.

After dinner, the four parted ways and returned to the academy. Moransiu and Muk returned to their dormitory. Muk originally wanted to escort the two ladies, but he was directly rejected.

"Moransiu, you have to tell me how you can release intermediate magic." After Moransiu entered the room, Muk immediately closed the door and prepared to interrogate him carefully.

"I really don't know how to explain this." Moransiu helplessly said, "It's like when my magic power was only at the second level, I could release Water Shield."

Only then did Muk realize that, yes, Moransiu was only a second-level magician before, but he could easily use Water Shield.

"Why? Why can I only release the lowest-level Fireball, while you can easily release a Fireball? It's so unfair

!" Muk suddenly roared like a shrew.

"What why?" Moransiu asked in surprise.

"Why, why can I only release the lowest-level Fireball, while you can easily release a Fireball? It's so unfair!" Muk cried out with a sad face, pounding on Moransiu's bed, showing great dissatisfaction.

"Maybe, starting from tomorrow, you should practice with me. And don't wipe your snot on my sheets." Moransiu thought for a moment, deliberately said, and reached out to pull Muk off his bed.

"Oh my god, forget it, I'd rather continue releasing my small fireballs." Muk immediately got up from Moransiu's bed, wiped his face, and lay back on his own bed. If practicing like that, he'd rather kill himself.

Moransiu smiled faintly!