The Third Exam

Back at the hotel, Li Yan stared blankly at Frieren, who was still fast asleep on the bed, and placed a roasted chicken leg close to Frieren's nose.

Frieren's cute little nose twitched slightly, a drool dribbled from the corner of Frieren mouth, and her little tummy made a timely "gurgle~". Li Yan raised his hand and waved it gently, sending a fragrant aroma towards Frieren.

"It smells so good!"

Frieren murmured to herself in her sleep, seemingly still in a dream, as if she had encountered her favorite food in her dream, her mouth watering.

"Lady Frieren, wake up! It's time for dinner."

Fern couldn't bear to see Frieren's unsightly sleeping state any longer, so he gently reached out and nudged Frieren. Feeling the sway, Frieren opened her eyes blankly, and the first thing she saw was Li Yan grinning with a roasted chicken leg in his hand.

Thinking of the aroma of chicken legs in her dream, Frieren instantly thought of Li Yan's actions. She wondered how it could feel so real; it turned out to be all her senior brother's schemes.

"Senior brother!"

Frieren waved her little fists, ready to attack Li Yan, but a roasted chicken leg shot straight at her cherry-like mouth, forcing her to abandon her attack and concentrate on finishing off the chicken leg.

Watching Frieren obediently eat the roasted chicken leg like a pet puppy, Li Yan took out all the food from her Storage Alternate Space. As Elf, Frieren was known as a big eater, so finishing off this food was a piece of cake.

"Wow, this is delicious! Which restaurant serves this food?"

Frieren held a roasted chicken wing in her left hand and an Australian Lobster in her right, looking completely carefree. Fern worriedly held a handkerchief, afraid that Frieren would get the oil on her clothes.

"It's in a small roadside restaurant. If you like it, I'll go there again next time."

Li Yan sat behind Frieren, smoothing out Frieren's messy hair and tying it into a style suitable for sleeping.

"Okay, let's go together once we've both passed our exams."

Frieren mumbled as she ate, her mouth bulging from eating the whole lobster, making her look like a steamed bun.

"An exam? If nothing unexpected happens, the third exam will be an interview with Grandmaster Celia."

Li Yan scratched his head. He didn't know if he would be recognized by his Grandmaster in this manner, but he thought it was unlikely. After all, he had been dead for a thousand years, and his Grandmaster should have forgotten him by now.

"An interview? What's that?"

Frieren looked up at Li Yan with curiosity.

"It's essentially a matter of Grandmaster's word; whether you can become First-Class Mage is up to her." Li Yan pondered for a moment before saying this, then added, "Of course, Junior Sister, you'll have no problem. Grandmaster and you have such a good relationship."

"Oh no, that's not good at all. I keep an eye on my Grandmaster's eating and drinking every day. What if she holds a grudge and prevents me from becoming First-Class Mage?"

A slight panic appeared on Frieren's face. What if her senior brother and Fern both became First-Class Mages, and she was the only one who hadn't passed? How embarrassing would that be?

"Probably not..."

Li Yan was also a little unsure, since according to the plot, her master Celia did not let Frillie pass, but simply gave her a "failed".

If judged solely on combat strength, then Frieren would undoubtedly be the strongest, even surpassing First-Class Mage. However, it's clear that Frieren's Serie isn't based on combat strength, but rather on her ambition to become a mage and the various abilities inherent to mages.

Because Moyu Lian had no ambition or fighting spirit, was disrespectful to her Grandmaster, and held a small grudge from a thousand years ago, she naturally failed the interview.

"I'll do my best in the interview, Godfather."

Fern looked serious. She was determined to become First-Class Mage, her Godfather's pride, and a great person like Himmel and Heiter.

"Yes, Fern, don't be afraid when you see your Grandmaster. Carefully point out all her shortcomings; that's the key to passing the test."

Li Yan earnestly provided Fern with cheating techniques for the interview. While eating hairy crabs Frieren's eyes lit up. It turned out that as long as she pointed out her Grandmaster's shortcomings, she could pass the interview.

The third round of exams began quickly. The candidates gathered together, and according to the instructions of the examiner Zanze, they only needed to enter the room on the top floor one by one. As long as the person in the room said they had passed, they could become First-Class Mage.

According to the lottery, Kanne was lucky enough to be the first one. As the first person to go up to the top floor, she was a little excited and thrilled. But when she pushed open the heavy door, the scene inside startled her.

Amidst the sea of flowers, an indifferent Elf woman glanced at her, and in that single glance, she seemed to feel the pressure of thousands of years, a Mana that could not be described in words.

"That..."

Before Kanne could speak, Serie uttered three words indifferently, "Unqualified."

After inquiring about the reasons for her failure, Kanne left dejectedly. The second candidate then went upstairs. Laufen gently knocked on the door, and the moment she opened it, she keenly sensed the immense Mana aura emanating from it. Facing Serie, she couldn't help but tremble slightly, like an ant encountering an elephant, utterly powerless to resist.

"Unacceptable!"

Lawine...

"Unacceptable!"

Ehre...

"Unacceptable!"

After Ehre, Wirbel walked toward Serie, who was the examiner. Serie, who knew all of Wirbel's identities, looked indifferently at Wirbel was still full of fighting spirit in front of her, and couldn't help but show a satisfied smile. Even if he was an ant, he could still maintain his fighting spirit in front of the strong. He was indeed worthy of the word "qualified".

What is your favorite magic?

Serie's question startled Wirbel slightly, but he quickly gave the answer befitting the war-torn northern region, "Magic is merely a tool for killing; there's no such thing as liking or disliking it."

Serie was satisfied with Wirbel's answer; only a mage like him could create more powerful magic, so she immediately gave him a passing grade.

Duncan, looking old and worn, pushed open the door and stared indifferently at Serie, the interviewer. He had already figured out that the interviewee for the third round would be the most distinguished person in the Magic Continent Association.

With just one glance, Serie had already assessed Duncan's abilities in every aspect. If it were the young, passionate Duncan, he certainly would have the qualifications, but now he was old and frail.

"Hmm? You were just thinking about how to defeat me?"

A look of surprise crossed Serie's face.

"It was only for a moment, but I quickly realized I was no match for you."

Duncan shook his head.

You've passed.

A smile appeared on Serie's face. Seeing her surging Mana, and the fact that she still had the thought of defeating her, meant that the opponent was qualified to be First-Class Mage.

As Duncan left, Übel pushed open the door with a curious expression. In an instant, she felt an overwhelming killing intent and malice, and a massive aura of Mana pressed down on her.

Without hesitation, Übel immediately drew his staff, a slight smile playing on his lips as he looked toward Serie with a hint of fighting spirit, regardless of how overwhelming Serie's Mana was.

You've passed.

Serie expressionlessly withdrew her Mana and casually waved for the other party to leave.

Übel hesitated for a moment, then said, "We haven't said anything yet."

"Do we really need to have this conversation?" Serie glanced at the other person indifferently.

"Too."

A slight smile appeared on Übel's lips.

"Next!"

Edel...

"Unacceptable."

Schraf...

"Unacceptable."

As Lanto pushed open the door and walked towards Serie, who had been playing with flowers, frowned. This guy was really up to no good. As the highest level of exam, he actually dared to use a clone to take the exam, and his real body never showed up once.

Lanto seemed to sense that his clone had been seen through, and a voice came from behind the clone, "As you can see, this is my true form."