Chapter 4 A Shameful Magician

Seeing that Wharton was safe and sound, Baron Campbell breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked over.

The man gave Wharton a big hug.

"Oh, my son! You scared me to death.I thought you were in danger. "

Uh...

Wharton was moved and embarrassed. "Father, I'm fine. But when I tried to use the fireball skill, it accidentally blew up the yard.I'm sorry to waste money to repair it. "

"It's okay. As long as you are safe... Wait! I beg your pardon? You said you... used the fireball skill!"

Campbell suddenly widened his eyes and looked at his son as if he had seen a ghost.

Although he was just an aristocrat, he knew some famous magic skills. For example, the fire ball skill, which was one of them.

Of course, the Saru mage beside him also heard what Wharton said. He immediately frowned.

“Fireball skill? How is that possible? ”

This was a very common and practical attacking magic among the level-1 magic skills!

Moreover, although the fireball skill was only a level-1 magic, it didn't mean that all level-1 mages could master it. At least, they could only use it after they had been promoted to level 1 for a period of time and were familiar with the control of fire elements.

The boy in front of her, Wharton•Campbell, was proved free of magic talent by his cystal ball!

There was also no magic power in his body.

How did he use the fireball skill?

And, wait!

Why was the fireball skill so powerful that it could blow up half of the yard?

Normally, when one used the fireball skill, he could explode a beech tree as thick as an adult's thigh, or burn a big wild bull, lion tiger and other fierce beasts.

Something was wrong!

His mind was full of doubts, and his face was filled with confusion.

He didn't believe it!

But after all, the man in front of him was the son of the baron, so it was not appropriate to scold him directly.

Magician Saru looked at Wharton and asked, "Kid, are you sure you are not lying? You, you are just a mortal. Why... "

Unexpectedly, Wharton said with a faint smile.

"It's said that seeing is believing. If you don't believe me, how about I perform it face to face? "

His words made Saru unable to question.

He didn't even use words to defend himself and showed it to you.

Baron Campbell, the butler, and the guards also stared at Wharton in shock.

"Let's go to the open space outside the castle. Otherwise, father will spend a lot of money on repairing walls, houses and courtyard. "

Wharton joked. Then he went out with the others to the field.

Magician Saru couldn't wait any longer.

He really wanted to know why the baron’s son, who hadn't shown any talent or magic when he took the magic test with the crystal ball in the afternoon, could perform level-1 magic a few hours later!

"Unless the God of Magic came to the world and grants him magic talent and power."

Saru thought to himself.

Yes, in this world, there were legends about gods corresponding to different professions, such as mages, holy knights, soldiers, druids and so on.

Although no one had really seen a god before.

Maybe, a god just existed an illusory legend.

Wharton didn't know that Saru had thought so much. He was about to use the fireball skill.

He adjusted his breath, concentrated on meditation, and began to absorb the free fire elements in the void

Then he was surprised to find that his magic speed had become faster!

"Is it about the proficiency? The more I perform the same magic, the more proficient I will be. "

Wharton was a little surprised, but he didn't have time to think about it carefully.

Because a small burning fireball had slowly appeared from his palm, and it was getting bigger and bigger.

Oh my God!

Campbell took a deep breath and trembled with excitement.

"Wharton, my son. You, you really know how to use magic. "

He really wanted to give Wharton a big hug, but he didn't dare to interrupt his son.

The fireball skill was done!

The head-sized scarlet fireball slowly rotated in the palm of Wharton's hand. The people around could feel the scorching air and the amazing magic power contained in it.

At this moment, Saru was in a state of sluggishness.

"He really made it! A few hours ago, he was still an ordinary man. Unexpectedly, he could use the level-1 magic skill, the fireball skill. Is my crystal ball broken? "

"But it's not right! Even if the crystal ball was broken, if he could use the level-1 magic skill, it meant that he was at least a level-1 mage. Baron Campbell doesn't need me? It doesn't seem to be fake. "

Anyway, he racked his brains and couldn't figure it out.

But no matter what, the truth was that he was definitely wrong.

A level-1 mage who was only sixteen years old? An absolute genius!

Not to mention in such a small country, even in the capital of the Lorraine Kingdom, the Duroc city, he would definitely be the object that the big and noble clans would scramble to win over and snatch.

After all, he was a real mage at such a young age, and his future achievements were unimaginable.

According to the statistics of the continental wizards’ guild, in the history of the whole world, those who could become magicians before the age of eighteen all had achieved very high achievements in the end.

As far as Saru was concerned, he himself had been an apprentice to a mage in the city at the age of twelve. It was not until forty-two that he had finally become a real level-1 mage, who was then recognized by the wizards’ guild and granted a magic badge.

After that, it took him another twenty-three years to reach level two at the age of sixty-five, which was four years ago.

As for the fire ball skill, which was a very practical level-1 attacking magic, he clearly remembered that he had learned it at the age of forty-four.

At that time, he was looking for a plant in the forest that could be used to make magic herbs, but he was attacked by a fierce tiger.

Under the crisis, only when he burst out his potential could he use the fireball skill. He finally used that skill to kill the fierce tiger in one go!

However, Wharton, the man in front of him, was only sixteen years old, but he was able to use the fireball skill - and blow up half of the yard in one blow. It was more powerful than his fireball skill.

What did it mean?

The magic power of Wharton was very pure and the quality was incredibly high!

Generally speaking, the amount of magic power that each mage could store in their bodies was fixed when they were at a certain realm. The difference was the quality of the magic power!

The purer the magic power was, the less impurities it contained, and the better quality it would be. Then the more powerful the magic released from this foundation was

The power of Wharton's fireball skill was so amazing, probably because his magic power was incomparably pure and of high quality!

It suddenly occurred to him that not long ago, he had said that Wharton had no magic talent and would never become a mage in his life.

He felt so ashamed that he wanted to bury his head in the ground.