Yang Tian pointed to the seat beside him as he questioned the mischievous-looking girl. Although she looked innocent and harmless, she was a little devil too.
"Wow, you even knew that, big brother."
"Big brother, did you notice us right from the start?"
The girl spoke with admiration all over her face.
In response to her question, Yang Tian smiled and said, "Because Archbishop Yilan is the strongest person here. He's already close to being a Ninth Tier Mage."
"Of course, Nuo Nuo, your mental power is very strong. By my estimate, your talent should be at least ninety points."
The girl shook her head. "Big brother, you almost guessed right. My talent is eighty-nine points. My older brother is the one above ninety. I think he has ninety-three. He's the next successor to the pope."
"Oh, right, big brother, what do you mean by Eighth Order? And how high is your talent?"
"Nuo Nuo..." Yi Lan called her name, but he was already too late.
She was a genius with an innate talent of eighty-nine. If this man belonged to an evil force opposing the Church, Nuo Nuo would certainly be targeted, even with Yi Lan being a peak Saint Magister, close to a Magic God like the pope.
There was also the Holy Son's talent.
Yet he remained deeply wary of Yang Tian.
Afterward, the three ordered some drinks.
They chatted about some of the differences between the two continents.
The New Era Continent had no specific division into numbered tiers.
Among the Mages, none had reached the level of a Magic God except the pope and the Prophet Mikesila.
To them, the Ninth Tier meant a god, a god close to the light element.
From the First Tier through the Eighth Order, the ranks were Magic Squire,