Your Excellency, not everyone on the mainland is called this title. Only strong people with the ability to be above the title magician can be called this.

"You can also call me the Sage of Delan." After Delan finished speaking, he suddenly said something.

Saints are honored for reaching the holy level of magic power. Only when the strength is from the ninth-level titled magician can we reach further. Every titled magician on the continent has its own titled name. After reaching the holy level, this title will be continued, but it is no longer Lord XX, but XX.

When Duke saw the other party say this, he didn't think it was the surprise that other people on the mainland saw the sages. No matter who had ever been an ancestor in his family was a sage, it would be really not surprising at all.

"I haven't heard of it!"

Duke waved his hand and did not give Delan any face. He took out the orchid grass from the space ring and smashed it all on the ground with a clang. Those herbs that were twice as tall as ordinary orchid grass were nothing great in Duke's eyes. It was not important to him or her. At this time, in Delan's eyes, these orchid grasses were irrelevant, and were much more ordinary than the identity of the boy in front of him.

"All you want is here, sign the mission scroll!"

Duke was not so stupid that he wanted to take out the orchid king to Delan. Anyway, all he wanted was the orchid grass on the mission scroll, so he would give it to him. He took out the task scroll received by Good Academy from the space ring and handed it to Delan, Duke did not look at Delan anymore, but instead studied the crystal lamp above his head.

But after looking at it for a while, he found that Delan was still staring at him and had no intention of signing the scroll.

"Sign up, why are you doing in a daze!"

Duke saw that Delan was in a daze and had to remind him.

"Oh, forgot!"

Delan slapped his forehead suddenly, pulled out a pen from the task scroll, and after a few swings, he was about to drop his name on the task scroll, but in the end he looked at Duke again and inserted the pen into the gap in the middle of the scroll.

"You haven't answered my question yet, so don't sign it!"

Delan twisted his neck and looked at Duke with joking.

"I'll go, old man, what do you mean? You want orchid grass and sent the task to Good Academy. I'll help you complete it, but you don't sign it. Do you deserve a beating?" Duke rubbed and flashed in front of Delan. His nose was almost touching. He spoke in a word and even his saliva sprayed on Delan's face.

Delan didn't look impatient either. He stretched out the scroll and shook it, which meant, don't forget that your task was still in my hand.

Duke also started to act helplessly with Delan's helpless behavior. He grabbed Delan's beard and cursed: "Old guy, I just won't tell you who I am. Guess, you don't know if the guess is correct or not. I'll just suffocate you to death, hahaha, it's uncomfortable. I want to know the answer but can't know it, and the answer is right in front of me. There is no way. This feeling is very frustrating, hahaha!"

Duke laughed loudly, his beard-pulling hand was not weak at all, and he did not give in at all when pulling down.

"Bastard! Let go! You messed up my beard!"

Delan shouted loudly that, in addition to his own strength, the most worth showing off is that he has such a big beard. If he burned a little bit of his beard during pharmaceutical or alchemy, he would curse for several days, but now he is being held in his hand by Duke, and there is no other way except to scold him.

"If you don't sign, I will pull out all your beards one by one!"

As he said that, Duke grabbed Delan's beard's hand and pulled it down again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Looking at the sound of Duke's beard breaking or pulling out under the force, Delan's face began to turn green, "Little bastard, please let go, don't think I don't know who you are. Except for the little bastards from the Daniel family, who else on the mainland dares to treat sages like this?"

"Then do you want to sign? I can leave early after signing."

Duke grabbed Delan's beard and refused to let go.

"Sign it! But you let go of your hands first, otherwise how can I sign it!"

Delan nodded repeatedly and replied that the few beards he had just pulled out were so distressed that he felt so sorry for him. As a Viking, his beard was a symbol of a man. In the eyes of the Vikings, whoever has a thick beard will have the most orthodox Viking bloodline.

"Do you think I'm an idiot? I'm grabbing your beard. You sign first and I'll let go immediately!"

Duke came out of Delan's hand, shook his hand, and used magic to create a large, flat wooden floor in mid-air, and spread the reel flat on it, which would be handed over to Delan's hand.

After a few strokes, Delan signed his name at the bottom of the scroll, then looked at the place where Duke was grabbing his beard. Duke let go of Delan's beard, and patted it a few times, stroked it a few times.

"It hurts!"

But can the beard, which is like the roots of an ancient tree, be smoothed out by a few fingers? Duke's few strokes directly pulled out Delan's tears.

"Haha, the first task in life is completed like this, thank you, goodbye!"

Seeing Delan signing under the mission scroll, Duke was so happy, and he had no experience in stroking his beard, how could he know if it hurts? He waved at Delan happily without looking back and then prepared to leave.

But when he walked to the gate, the heavy door that left a gap opened, slammed and looked at it heavily.

"Old guy, what do you want to do? Don't you want beards anymore? Believe it or not, I burned them in a fire!"

Duke jumped up and shouted. The last sentence was even more scared that Delan flashed and disappeared from the spot. He could not find his breath in the surrounding space, and there was no trace of extra magic fluctuation in the air. Delan disappeared completely as if he had never appeared.

"Haha, I can't find me, I can't find me..., you can't find me!"

Suddenly, Delan's voice sounded in the hall, but this sound wanted to sound from every corner of the hall, and it was impossible to tell where it came from.

Think about it, no matter what, Delan is also a holy-level mage. For a magician like Duke, the two cannot be compared at all.

"Old guy, since you know who I am, you won't open the door for me. Believe it or not, I will beat you to death in the future!"

Unable to notice Delan's position, Duke glanced around in place and had to shout loudly at the center of the chandelier.

But he found a direction so casually, but he didn't expect that Delan was really floating near the chandelier, which made Delan think Duke had found his position, which made him sigh in his heart. Sure enough, the back of the Daniel family had a set of holy ranks that were so many levels higher than that.

Duke was disgusted with it, and Delan retreated was neither advancing nor advancing, but he even concluded for a moment.

"Damn... bastard boy..., it's okay to ask me to let you go, but you have to cast a spell you just sent out to let me see what's going on. I really want to know, they feel very powerful!"

Delan stuttered and finally put forward a condition.

"It's that simple thing, you'll say it earlier!"

Duke felt that he was really going to be defeated by this old guy. With such a simple request, you can just open your mouth as a holy mage. Do you still have to close the door and threaten it?

"Moonlight Holy Shield!"

"The Blue Music!"

While raising his hand, Duke gathered two spells on his left and right hands.

Looking at the crescent light on Duke's left hand and the light blue halo emitted from his right hand, although it was only completed in the blink of an eye, it was enough for the holy-level mage who had already learned about the mystery of magic on the continent, and it was enough for him to explore some of the principles and directions of the magic circuits in these two magics.

For an old mage like Delan, who is obsessed with studying magic, pharmacism and alchemy, suddenly seeing a spell they had never seen before, he thought that a caterpillar grew in his heart, and he was always arched, and he was so itchy that he wanted to know all the principles and information of this spell.

Moreover, Delan himself is a sage who has achieved great achievements in various magic fields. At this age, they are no longer in the stage of how to improve their strength, but in the period when they expand their own magic knowledge. When they see the Moon Hua Saint Shield and Duke mobilizes magic power and casts spells, the speed and magic fluctuations he shows suddenly make him feel that the meditation formula Duke learned is definitely the top on the continent, and his magic power spiral should be about seventeen or eighteen. The identity of a young man who meets such conditions, if he thinks about it with his extremely knowledgeable head, it is not difficult to guess Duke's identity.

"Not bad! I'm worthy of being a little guy from the Daniel family. Although I have never seen these two spells in any classics or books, their operational methods and power are so beautiful, so rigorous, and so efficient!"

When Duke agreed to cast his spell again, he had already felt it wholeheartedly. He even said two good things about the results he felt. It can be seen that the two spells of Moonlight Saint Shield and the Blue Music all had such a great temptation to him, the holy mage.

"But why do I vaguely feel that you are a little bit slow when casting spells."

After Delan finished speaking, he frowned again, said, and finally asked, "Little guy, how many magical circuits have you practiced the meditation formula now?"

"This..., this..."
Chapter completed!