Chapter 2 This time I'm having a big deal

The word "competition?" just appeared in the air and immediately attracted everyone's attention and discussion. A high-level magic caster shook his head in disbelief and said in surprise: "The gods are above, maybe I should withdraw from the competition immediately. Who can have the confidence to defeat Master Victor? But it's strange, why, as a super-level magic caster, would come to participate in this kind of competition? Those prizes should be unattractive to him!"

"Idiot, how could Master Victor be worthy of those prizes?" Giggs, who had been coldly accepted, finally got the opportunity to vent. He coldly patrolled everyone beside him and laughed disdainfully, "Think of it with your brain, Master Victor's real goal is probably the legendary messenger of the Tower of Heaven!"

Although there was a little misunderstanding, Giggs' random speculation hit the target, and he really should have bought a lottery ticket. When he heard his explanation, everyone couldn't help but say "Oh" and showed a sudden realization. Just when they thought that this super-level magic casting master would also come to participate in the competition, many magic casting masters who were originally full of confidence were extremely frustrated and even planned to modify a few tickets to the audience.

Unknown to how much trouble he caused, An Ruoran was still registering under Rui's guidance. In fact, after learning about the three words "Victor", the clerk immediately fell into advanced petrochemical techniques. It was not until An Ruoran coughed impatiently that he wrote down the name tremblingly, and then carefully stated in the attribute column - "Super-level Founder..."

"Super Level?" Almost subconsciously, An Ruoran frowned slightly, but after being gently pinched by Vivian, he immediately realized the identity he was playing. But the clerk obviously misunderstood. He looked at An Ruoran with an incredible look, then crossed out the "Super Level" with trembling, and instead wrote the word "Saint Level" respectfully.

"Oh, it seems like I've been playing too much..." An Ruoran felt that the scene was getting harder and harder to end. But before he could react, Vivian suddenly squeezed his arm and looked into the distance with a low cough. In that direction, five or six demon casting masters were strode towards us, and judging from the respectful attitude of the people around him, their status was obviously not low.

At the same time, the five or six people were approaching quickly. Among them, several magic casting masters who had had a friendship with Victor naturally came forward to greet each other and greeted each other. Fortunately, An Ruoran had Victor's memory and could speak casually. From the conversation, he learned that these high-level and even super-level magic casting masters were all judges of this competition.

"Well, if Victor hadn't always looked like a stinky guy, I couldn't help but want to open the back door." I secretly sighed that Victor couldn't be a human being, but An Ruoran still had to show an arrogant expression and perfunctory judges. At this moment, a silver-haired magic caster suddenly caught the registration information and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "Victor, have you... advanced to the holy caster?"

The silver-haired magic caster, named Federer, served as the chairman of the jury and was also a super-level caster. So in the conversation just now, although he intended to win over An Ruoran, his words were not as humble and respectful as others. However, when he saw the word "Saint" on the registration information, he was shocked, and when he looked at An Ruoran, he immediately became more respectful and humble.

In fact, the Magic Forging Masters has its own evaluation rules. It is not that you think you have the same level. But since Victor dares to claim to reach the holy level so confidently, who dares to question this "Left Hand of God"? And with Federer's shout, dozens of people around him seemed to be attracted by magnets and rushed over...

"Oh, am I a rare animal?" An Ruoran secretly wiped his cold sweat, feeling a little trouble. But no matter how he complained, he still had to express an arrogant expression on his face and said coldly: "It's nothing great! Then let it go, I feel a little tired... Who will guide me!"

"No, nothing is great?" The casting masters looked at each other, and smiled bitterly at the corners of their mouths. Rui looked at An Ruoran and admired him. He hurriedly stepped forward a few steps and respectfully led him to the hall to rest. Naya, relying on the master's majesty, jumped onto Rui's shoulder and ordered casually: "Who, prepare two good little suckling pigs for me, and then ask two maids to come and massage me!"

There is no doubt that Naya's order completely made Rui completely fall out. However, when he thought that this was Master Victor's pet, even if he wanted him to pick the moon in the sky, Rui would agree without hesitation. Godor looked at him so much that he couldn't help but go up a few steps forward: "Master Victor, Rui is clumsy, I'm afraid he can't serve you well, he's not as good as me..."

"No need!" An Ruoran snorted coldly and rejected Domingo's request. It was not that he hated this smart guy, but that the smarter the guy, the more dangerous it was to put it beside him. After a moment of pause, An Ruoran simply patted Rui lightly and said coldly: "I like this guy. Although it looks a bit stupid, it is very suitable for my appetite!"

"Master said I'm up to his taste?" Suddenly hearing An Ruoran's praise, Rui almost flew into the sky. Seeing Godor's expression of embarrassment but dared not speak, he felt that his anger over the past few years had been vented.

With gratitude to An Ruoran and a bit proud as if he was a villain, Rui led An Ruoran into the hall with such a humble attitude that he could not be humble. Without waiting for entering the door, he took a long breath and shouted with a powerful voice: "Mr. Victor, the holy-level demon caster, here!"

In an instant, the whole audience was silent, as if silent magic suddenly fell from the sky. Some people overturned their wine glasses, some were stunned, and more people slowly stood up and stretched their necks to look at the entrance of the hall. Even though they knew that these people were not looking at them, Rui still felt very satisfied. However, at this moment, an uncontrollable thought flashed in his heart - "If Master Victor is willing to accept me as his disciple..."

What a ridiculous idea, but when recalling the sentence "It's very much to my appetite", Rui couldn't help but feel that he could take a risk. He secretly looked at Victor with a arrogant look, and Rui immediately put on a humble attitude like a slave, leading Victor to take his seat respectfully. Even if he was not so filial to his father.

Sitting down in the seat casually, An Ruoran ignored the eyes of the people around him and directly enjoyed Rui's serving tea and water. After a brief look at the attentive little man, An Ruoran exchanged a look with Vivian, and then asked coldly: "Who, what's your name?"

"Lu, Rui!" Rui was slightly stunned and answered hurriedly. An Ruoran said lightly, "You are very diligent in your hands and feet, so I will serve me specifically in the past few days. Why? Look at your expression, it seems that you are not willing. If that is the case..."

"Yes! Yes!" Unexpectedly, pies would really fall from the sky. Rui was stunned and petrified. Fortunately, he immediately reacted and nodded repeatedly. Goddor was entertaining other demon casting masters next to him. When he heard this conversation, the small universe almost broke out - damn, is that guy the favorite of the goddess of luck? You know, being able to accompany Master Victor for a few days, even if he just listens to his understanding of casting, would benefit for the rest of his life!

Unknown to Godor's expression, An Ruoran sipped the high-quality red wine while thinking about how to inquire about information from Rui. After a while, he finally put down his wine glass and asked as if nothing had happened: "Ruy, do I hear that many nobles came to watch this competition? So, who is the more famous?"

"Yes, they plan to buy those winning works after the competition." Rui bent respectfully and introduced in detail, "Like Duke Anthony, Duke Murray, Duke Stan... They have arrived a few days ago and will watch tomorrow's competition."

"Is Stan?" An Ruoran and Vivian looked at each other and couldn't help but smile slightly. Then, as long as they make a big splash at tomorrow's competitive meeting - no, maybe Stan already knows the news of Victor's appearance at this moment, maybe he will come to visit overnight. But no matter what, due to Victor's personality, he must put on airs, which is to gain more initiative.

"By the way, when it comes to Duke Stan, it seems that he has inquired about you too..." As if he remembered something, Rui suddenly patted his forehead. But before he could say the complete sentence, a majestic male voice suddenly came from the door: "Miss Christine, a high-level magic caster, here!"
Chapter completed!