�Two, twenty����.�

Affinity 28%.

A murmur was heard from all directions.

If it was 28%, it was an affinity belonging to the highest executive level even in Nord Command.

Even if he learned ancient magic from now on, it was a talent that would make him strong enough in a few years.

The bald man, who had been looking up at the glass tube with his mouth wide open, slowly turned his head to Flew.

Flu, who had been waiting with a bashful smile, patted his bald head and said.

�Then take good care of me from now on, my subordinate.�

�Oh, no, this is it����.�

�don�t worry.�I�m not even curious about the bald man�s body.�Of course there�s nothing to see, but ho ho!�

Leaving behind his red bald head, Flew returned to his seat.

Sirone greeted him with a high five.

�As expected, it�s senior Fleur.�

A senior graduate of the Royal Magic School.

He was a future archmage who reached the official 8th grade at the age of only 22, so in terms of talent alone, he would be one of the best in the kingdom.

�Do well and come.�Make sure to show your skills.�

As Sirone walked over to the measuring device, the murmur of the flue died in an instant.

The light of District 73, a symbol of the rebels.

It was the moment when his true face was revealed.

�Whoa.�

Sirone caught her breath and put her hands in the liquid.

As the tense atmosphere weighed on his heart, he strained his eyes and entered the Spirit Zone.

Phew!

The liquid in the barrel couldn�t boil and gushed out like a fountain, splashing water in all directions.

�uh?�uh uh uh?�

The Norse raised their heads while making strange noises.

It was over 4 meters tall.

�Nonsense����.�

Affinity 42%.

I had never seen or heard of such a high level in Norse history. JrNovels.com