Chapter 947

Chapter 941 Shura Field Defense

the First Floor of the Hall of Truth.

The hall was packed with people, and many wizards were entering. Those who had come to watch the spectacle made way for Locke upon noticing he was a participant.

Locke was the protagonist today.

Wizard Trajan led Locke to the entrance of the Hall of Truth and stopped.

“I won’t go in any further. I don’t like tense places,”

Trajan said, narrowing his eyes.

Locke knew that his senior brother, who had earned the title of Executioner Wizard, was certainly not a nice guy.

And a tense atmosphere easily leads to overreaction.

Locke looked towards the entrance of the Hall of Truth, about to enter, when Trajan suddenly called out to him.

“Wait, Locke. Once you’re inside, whatever happens, try to remain calm. Locke, didn’t you notice? There’s a battleground ahead.”

Locke frowned, turning to look at the first floor of the Hall of Truth, which he frequented, but didn’t see anything unusual.

Regarding today’s application for the special grant, it’s true that you can only apply once a year, and the total number of applications is limited because it can only be applied for at the True Knowledge Academy. But even if I didn’t go today, I can apply again in the future. Why should I consider this a battleground? Locke said, “Okay, senior brother. After I come out, if there are good results, I will tell you and the teacher.”

Wizard Trajan smiled and said, “You don’t understand the cruelty of this world. White wizards and black wizards are both very cruel. I think the white wizarding world is even crueler than the black wizarding world because the elimination process in the white wizarding world is not explicitly stated. Do you see these people outside the door? Some of them are stuck at a level of magical pressure, unable to advance for decades. But they didn’t just become so miserable now; their fate was already sealed decades ago when they made certain choices.”

Wizard Trajan said seriously, “In my eyes, some people were already dead fifty years ago. For the next fifty years, they were nothing more than walking corpses. Locke, go, let me see your potential.”

Locke turned and glanced at Trajan, not understanding what he was talking about.

It was just a grant application.

Locke entered the first floor of the True Knowledge Academy and went to the largest reception room, the venue for the defense. The walls of this meeting room were made of a huge magical stone, a masterpiece of the illusion school, capable of changing color according to the speaker’s thoughts.

This allowed for the representation of various scenes. The magical stone was also quite advanced, capable of not only displaying illusory scenes but also creating magical models that couldn’t be accurately expressed by ordinary illusions and language, or even more complex models of magical power.

Since there was still half an hour before the start, Locke found a seat among the participants.

A few wizards were gradually entering the meeting room.

Many were spectators.

Several wizards from Golden Crown Mountain who were participating in the defense also entered the meeting room and sat down next to Locke. The Brandy Wizard sat casually beside him.

Soon, the judges took their seats: the Blue Dragon Throne from the Golden Crown Mountain Academic Committee, the three-ring wizard Fisher from the Senate, and the Green Dragon Throne from the Academic Committee. There were

three judges in total, two of whom were Throne-level wizards.

This demonstrated the importance Golden Crown Mountain placed on this special grant; it was likely a very significant matter for them.

The Green Dragon Throne appeared as a young witch in green robes, but her voice was that of an elderly wizard.

The Blue Dragon Throne, on the other hand, appeared to be a middle-aged man.

Wizard Locke had already met Fisher; the Fisher family was a major force within the Golden Crown Mountain Senate faction. The

fact that none of the three internal judges were from the deacon faction revealed which two factions truly held power at Golden Crown Mountain.

At this moment, Patrick Finch, an external expert from the Rose Council, entered the hall with a smile.

Patrick Finch walked over to the contestants’ seats, glancing at them with a half-smile before saying, “Which one of you is Brandy the Wizard? I’ve long heard of this young talent, but it’s a pity I’ve never met him before.”

Brandy the Wizard immediately became the focus of attention.

He stood up abruptly, seemingly nervous, and tried to extend his hand to shake hands with Patrick Finch.

“I…I am Brandy,”

Patrick Finch said, not extending his hand but maintaining a smile and nodding.

“I heard you recently published a top-tier article in a District 1 journal. Truly a promising young man.”

He turned and left.

Brandy the Wizard lowered his hand, somewhat pleased with himself, but the fact that Master Patrick hadn’t shaken his hand left him a little embarrassed.

However, upon reflection, it did seem somewhat inappropriate for a Sun Ring Wizard to shake hands with him in front of everyone.

The Blue Dragon Throne and the Green Dragon Throne, hands behind their backs and faces cold, walked towards the judges’ seats. They seemed somewhat impatient, as if they were forcibly working while suppressing their impatience. These two Throne Wizards even exuded an aura of unapproachability as they passed the contestants’ seats,

as if every contestant was a nuisance to them.

Locke realized that while he had enjoyed pleasant conversations with several Throne Wizards, leading him to believe they were all amiable, this was merely due to various relationships he had with them.

If he encountered other Throne Wizards, they would likely be far beyond his reach.

Each Throne Wizard had made unique contributions to wizarding civilization, and the loss of even one was a tremendous loss for the wizarding world.

Such figures were only encountered within the Wizarding University; their positions outside the wizarding world were likely so prestigious that they would leave him speechless.

Locke met the Green Dragon Throne’s gaze. The Green Dragon Throne glanced at Locke, his eyes filled with impatience, indifference, and estrangement.

Locke frowned, because the Green Dragon Throne’s gaze wasn’t directed at him, but at all the wizards participating in the defense, including him.

It was as if…they were all insignificant cannon fodder.

Suddenly, a cry of alarm rang out from outside the door. A vast and profound magical pressure descended from afar, as unfathomable as the deep sea. For a moment, Locke and the others felt as if they had fallen into the abyss.

Someone exclaimed, “How could this be… It’s just a special grant application defense within Golden Crown Mountain. There are already enough people attending today. Usually, only the wizard managers from the Shop Alliance come to take a look. But why is a wizard from the White Wizard Association headquarters of the Starfield Sea here today!”

“This Throne Wizard is…Valeria Kenway Wizard, right? The famous genius of the Ocean School. By the way, he’s also a wizard from our Cloud Marsh Wetlands. I think he came from a small wizarding academy, which disappeared not long after he left.” “

The Starfield Sea doesn’t stick to any particular criteria when it comes to hiring. As long as you meet their definition of talent and pass the big exam, you can rise straight up. But the prerequisite is that you have to be a true genius…”

“There, you really don’t need connections, favors, or to get into any circles. As long as you have talent, you can pass the grand exam and directly obtain the top teaching positions, meet the best wizards, enter the best laboratories, and see the farthest world.”

Valeria Kenway, a young wizard, smiled, radiating the youthful arrogance of a prodigy.

It was as if all the light was directed at him

, as if everyone’s gaze was destined to fall upon him,

as if he were born to be a genius, born to be number one, born to be the strongest.

That confidence came from countless victories.

And he was even a third-ring Throne wizard.

This was the first time Locke had seen a high-ring wizard from the Starfield Sea up close. He turned to look at this wizard, and everyone, including himself, was involuntarily drawn to him.

The Starfield Sea itself was a world where geniuses gathered.

Because, there, geniuses were just ordinary people.

The Starfield Sea, through its siphon effect, attracts wizarding geniuses from all over the world, not just those from the Eastern Realm, but also those from other realms. Standing there, its height is enough to survey the entire world.

Valeria Kenway nodded in his direction, thus greeting them. Unlike the two judges from Golden Crown Mountain, this throne wizard from the Starfield Sea was unexpectedly approachable, as if he weren’t a mentor, but a friend of equal standing.

Some of the third-ring and sun-ring wizards present quickly stood up and bowed to him.

The Green Dragon Throne immediately rose to greet him.

“Lord Valeria Kenway, I didn’t expect you to participate in such an event. If we had known you would come, we would have prepared a special seat for you. Please forgive any neglect.”

Valeria Kenway is a wizard member of the White Wizarding Association’s regional headquarters. He wields considerable power, and the White Wizarding Association’s fund essentially supplements and regulates the resources of the major wizarding universities throughout the wizarding world. Therefore, the Green Dragon Throne naturally cares a great deal about Valeria Kenway’s attitude and mood.

Valeria Kenway smiled and said, “I happened to be in Cloud Marsh Wetlands on some business. While visiting relatives, I discovered that the small wizarding academy I used to attend to is no longer there. I was somewhat saddened. I happened to hear that your academy’s special grant program is about to begin, so I came to see what the fuss was about. I saw that Golden Crown Mountain has some outstanding wizarding researchers this year.”

“That’s truly a cause for celebration. I wonder how many of these wizards will dare to venture into our Starfield Sea. As a wizard, if you don’t venture into the Starfield Sea, you can’t say you’re on the path of exploring the truth.”

At this moment, a voice came from outside.

“Colleague from the Starfield Sea, you’re not being honest.”

“Did you really come here just because you were bored?”

Valeria Kenway’s face stiffened slightly. At this moment, someone exclaimed, “It’s a high-ring wizard from the Mystic Realms!”

Many wizards who had originally planned to watch the show were now dumbfounded.

Why would two high-ring wizards from the Mystic Realms and the Starfield Sea have come here?

A middle-aged throne wizard dressed in a white wizard’s robe walked in from outside. He had no expression on his face, a square face, and a buzz cut. He took off his white wizard’s hood and then said, “Valeria, I’ve heard of you, but did you really just come here casually? The Mystic Realms may be far away, but we can see through all the tricks you’re playing.”

After a brief moment of astonishment, Valeria Kenway’s words were pointed.

“We always need to give young people a chance to prove themselves, don’t we?”

Eric Ender said. “There’s a difference between giving those below a chance to prove themselves and creating chaos.”

Valeria Kenway said, “Sometimes there’s no difference. Why treat change like a major crisis? Look how well we’ve done this time! Look at the young people here. Do the wizards of our Eastern Realm show any difference in their weather patterns?” Eric Ender glanced at

the wizards in the seats present for the debate.

Eric said, “While they are all good, I haven’t seen any difference in the weather patterns you’re talking about. They look just like wizards from other realms.”

Valeria Kenway maintained her smile.

“Then you must be mistaken. This is a friend from the White Wizarding Association of the Mystic Realm.”

At this moment, both the Blue Dragon Throne and the Green Dragon Throne stood up to welcome the two wizards from the Starfield Sea and the Mystic Realm.

At this moment, the three judges from the Golden Crown Mountain headquarters and the two external experts had all arrived at the judging panel. Because the throne wizards from Starfield Sea and Mystic Heaven had suddenly appeared at the defense, even more wizards had come after hearing the news.

Locke even saw someone he hadn’t expected in the audience: the Sea Queen, who was currently teaching at the Root Crown Royal Court. After a brief exchange of glances, the Sea Queen, carrying a bottle of wizard’s wine, sat down in the first row in the center of the audience, occupying two seats by herself. She took a sip of the wine and, seemingly drunk, ignored him, looking ahead.

Locke was stunned.

Was she deliberately pretending not to recognize him?

It seemed so.

Just as the defense was about to begin, Locke saw that the witch Catherine’s avatar had also appeared and entered the first row of the audience.

She and the Sea Queen seemed not to know each other, only giving the Sea Queen’s profile a look of “Where did this drunkard come from?” before quickly leaving the first row and moving to the third row.

(End of Chapter)