From MC's Perspective:
Capital City:
While the people are celebrating the win of Vincent Carey. They don't know what kind of danger awaits them.
Time passed in the blink of an eye,
The remaining duels have ended before midnight. With that the 1st stage formally comes to an end. For the 2nd stage, 15 wizards are qualified.
The announcer is standing on the platform and addressing the crowd.
Initially, there were ups and downs. But at the end of the 1s stage, each academy has managed to secure 5 wins.
So the 5 wizards from each academy will participate in the 2nd stage tomorrow. After the announcer said these details.
The crowd erupted with joy. Then they started to leave the arena slowly.
Meanwhile,
The dark lord has successfully entered the duel arena premise. But he didn't go to the buildings yet. He still has some suspicion.
If any of the level-8 wizards have something to detect the presence of higher magic existence. Then he will be exposed.
So he didn't plan on using or revealing his mana. But the dying old man has set his own A Block Gallery room. Right now, he wants to find the room of Vincent Carey.
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His real target is Vincent Carey. As long as he finds him, he can then cast the magic spell without any worry.
"Hmm," The old man saw lots of people rushing out of the gate. It's the best time to enter the arena building.
So the old man turned around. Seeing that no one was close to him. He started walking towards the arena building.
A Block Gallery Room:
"Damn, the last 2 duels took more than 2 hours to an end," Mike Curtis mumbled under his breath.
Hearing that I sighed inwardly. The last duel was boring. Both the wizards are equally in strength. It really took one of them to exhaust mana to decide the winner.
Shaking my head, I stood up from the seat.
Pete, Jennie and others have started to leave as well. When I walked past the council elders. They congratulated me and Mike again.
Meanwhile,
The dark lord old man has walked into the building. At this time, the staff has gone somewhere. So there was no one behind the desk.
Taking this opportunity, the old man moved away from the spot. He intends to find someone to ask about Vincent's room number.
When he walks past a few of the open rooms. He ignored it. But when he approached the lift. He saw that someone was going to step out.
Swish!
He swiftly entered inside one of the nearby rooms.
Creak!
The door opened. The council elders of the Royal Force Hall have stepped out one by one. They are going outside to take a breather.
No one wants to cook up inside the room for a long time. When they were completely gone. The old man walked out.
15 the room:
After taking the bath, I changed to comfort clothes. All of a sudden, I felt something amiss. Naturally, I should be happy. Then why am I getting a bad feeling all of sudden.
It started early this morning. Now it's midnight, the feeling still hasn't gotten away.
Then I sat on the bed and began to ponder.
Beep!
After a few seconds, my communication watch lit with notification.
Hearing that my thought recovered before I turned to look at the contact name.
"Dean," I muttered.
Then I attended the call. The next second a holographic image of a person sitting behind the desk appeared.
The person is none other than Dean.
"Vincent, you have done well."
"It's even better than Mike Curtis' duel. You have ended the duel much quicker than him. And you didn't even reveal much of a card," The old man dean said in a calm tone.
Hearing that I remained silent and listening to him patiently. But in my heart, I'm pretty much surprised. I didn't expect the old man dean to be awake at midnight.