Passerby Villain In A Wizard World

Chapter 142 Yapping

'Heh, what wisdom? I just bulldozed everything with power.'

Ian scoffed at the unintentional praise from the inheritance hall.

He wasn't complacent about the voice, as the main reason he had been able to kill these dozens of powerful Golems in an instant was because of the First Ring Spell Inferno Burst.

Using it inside the Fireball Seeds simply made it a targeted AOE attack while enhancing some power, that's all.

<You passed three tests in a row.>

However, the voice didn't stop and announced his result unequivocally without pause.

<Your strength as a Wizard Apprentice is commendable.>

<You are qualified...>

When the last words were about to be spoken, they stopped abruptly, as if someone had pressed a pause button.

Then Ian felt the area around him change, and suddenly, he inexplicably appeared in another empty white room.

"You have a good arsenal of spells. That chain spell was not bad, although it was a little wasteful in approach."

Just when Ian was adjusting to the sudden bright light in a white room due to the instant transfer of position, he heard a soft middle-aged voice in front that was tinged with intrigue while also slightly disappointed.

"Although you are not the one I was looking for, you can pass my test. So, I decided to give you a chance."

By this time, Ian had already adjusted to the brightness as he finally saw the person who was yapping in front of him.

The person in front was a middle-aged man cloaked in a flowing long blue robe that had intricate golden linings everywhere shimmering with ethereal light while the man himself was tall with hollow eyes that seemed to contain infinite wisdom.

From the way he looked, it didn't seem like he was a spirit at all but a living entity.

'Must be the effect of the array.'

Ian thought after seeing Dornar with an intact body. However, his attention was more on the impressive robe than on the man's body.

He could see that the robe was an artifact from the way the mana circled around it, making it look cooler and more pristine, although he didn't know its rank.

Overall, he was quite good-looking.

"Who are you?"

Although Ian knew who he was, he still asked, as he wanted to know what this guy was acting about. Did he think he hadn't realized his gaffe by stopping that neutral voice at the end?

"Do you know the time to choose an inheritance is already over?"

However, the middle-aged man didn't seem fond of answering his question and instead asked Ian seemingly out of nowhere.

"So?"

Ian asked, confused.

He didn't know how much time he had spent in the dark room alone, not to mention the fight with the Golem afterward.

Of course, the time for choosing an inheritance outside must be over. After all, it was only an incense stick's worth of time, and he entered here after half the time had passed.

But he didn't understand why he was being asked, as he was already inside the hall anyway, right?

"Young man, you seem to be oblivious. After the trial is over, no one can grab any inheritance on the first floor of Ignisia Tower. It is a pity you decided to come here at the last moment."

"Sigh... Now, even I cannot violate the rules."

The middle-aged man acted as if he were sorry that Ian was late, making Ian speechless.

'Does this guy want to reengage the debt?'

Ian thought with cold eyes. He was already pissed off by Dornar's inexplicable increase in the level of the test, and now he was being asked if he was late.

If it were any other person, they might be fooled, but he knew how this tower worked more than anyone.

He had already entered the inheritance hall before the time was over, so it didn't matter how much time he took to complete it afterward, unlike the pillar outside.

After all, unlike those pedestals, this was a real First-Ring Wizard inheritance, and the method of trials could be different.

"However, for a Second-Class Wizard Apprentice, your fighting power is truly impressive," Dornar said while showing interest in his eyes.

He could see that the last spell used by Ian was a First-Ring Spell, Inferno Burst, but how Ian could use it while still being a Second-Class apprentice was something even he didn't understand.

After all, even though he was from a bloodline family of the Calvora continent, he had never heard of anyone mastering such a First-ring Spell at the apprentice stage.

He now even thought that it must be some variant of a Zero-ring spell researched by wizards, never believing it was a true First-ring spell, as that was truly outrageous.

His surprise was also the reason why he was a step slower when stopping the automated voice of this inheritance hall.

'But, Is he the correct choice?'

Dornar thought while looking at Ian with a conflicted expression.

In fact, when Ian took his Flameheart Sigil out of the mana ring, he already sensed it. But after seeing him in the Chamber of Will, he felt Ian wasn't the one he was waiting for.

This wasn't just his feeling but his innate intuition as a Claywright bloodline.

Apparently, each person with a Wizard bloodline in their family would be born with a gift, and his gift was this inexplicable intuition.

Although it was useful in cases like this, it was utterly useless for a Wizard's path unless he was crafting something or making potions.

That's why he died young as a First-Ring Wizard, even though he was a young master of a powerful clan. Well, there is more to his death, but still, his weak gift played a major role.

"So, what do you think we should do?"

Ian didn't have any intention of entertaining a middle-aged man when he had two beautiful girls waiting for him outside. So, he asked directly, not wanting to play word games.