Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Su Ye said seriously, “I have an advantage since I was young. I am good at distinguis.h.i.+ng between boundaries. To be honest, during the arbitration process, I did treat you as an accomplice. But after you have left the meeting hall, you are a cabinet member of the Congress of Magic, an intelligent mage, and an accomplished master. I should learn from every sentence you say. I also have a very good habit of respecting the achievements of those who have accomplished something.”

Cromwell laughed and said, “Good, very good. In the arbitration meeting, I was biased towards Carlos.”

“You are really an honest and wise man,” Su Ye said.

Cromwell then smiled slightly and said, “Then, do you think that I would let myself sink into a swamp for the sake of one n.o.ble trash?”

Su Ye was stunned. He collected his emotions and pondered for a few seconds and said, “Now that you mention it, I realize it. Sometimes, extremists deserve to die more than heretics. If you let yourself burn because of him, you wouldn't have become a saint-level master. Thus, even if master Plato hadn't appeared, even if the G.o.ddess of Wisdom hadn't paid attention to me, you would still have judged me victorious.”

Cromwell said, “The a.n.a.logy between extremists and heretics is very appropriate. In fact, when you mentioned the theory of legendary ident.i.ty, I had already made the decision. I came here this time to thank you for your theory of legendary ident.i.ty.”

Only by setting standards of a legendary master for himself could he become a legendary master.

Of course, Su Ye remembered this sentence. Behind this sentence, there were many relatively large systems involved with it.

“You're too kind. I was just saying it casually,” Su Ye said.

“You can say it casually, but I can't think about it casually,” Cromwell glanced at Su Ye.

Su Ye looked at him blankly, as if he didn't know what Cromwell was talking about.

“You, are you interested in becoming my disciple?” Cromwell stared at Su Ye's eyes.

Su Ye's eyes instantly widened. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. There was even a hint of joy, but he quickly concealed it.

A disciple and a student were two completely different concepts.

A student would just be casually taught, like it was a chicken or pig that was raised.

A disciple was half a son; he would use all of his strength to nurture him as his successor.

Su Ye laughed bitterly. “To be able to become the disciple of a saint-level master is a lifetime of glory. To be able to become the disciple of Master Cromwell is a lifetime of glory for any Athenian. However… I've already joined Plato Academy. It's not appropriate for me to leave.”

“You can transfer to the n.o.ble Academy.”

“I'm not a n.o.ble.”

“I can make you one.”

Su Ye was stunned.

Cromwell flipped his right hand, and a silver ring flashed with a faint light. A ten-centimeter long hundred-segment crystal leech gently wriggled on his hand. It was exquisite and strange.

“This is the n.o.ble leech that you commoners like to mock. Its real name is the bloodline leech, and it can a.n.a.lyze a person's bloodline. Any random person could definitely be traced back to an ancient bloodline. Any ancient bloodline would have a n.o.ble branch. “As long as that n.o.ble family is willing to accept you, then your name will enter the n.o.ble family's genealogy.”

Su Ye thought to himself, no wonder he often heard of commoners suddenly becoming n.o.bles. So, there was this kind of ostentatious operation.

“However, this kind of thing might be exposed.”

“No, unless they can deny all the n.o.bles of that ancient bloodline, as well as… all the n.o.bles who used this method to become n.o.bles,” Cromwell smiled.

“I am a foreigner.”

“As long as you are not a Nordic, Egyptian, or Persian, even if you are a Roman, it doesn't matter. Moreover, you definitely have Greek blood.”

“This…” Su Ye showed hesitation.

Cromwell smiled and said, “In the beginning, I did want to help Carlos in this arbitration meeting. However, it changed later.”

The two looked at each other, but Su Ye didn't say anything.

Cromwell continued, “The purpose later on was to test you.”

Su Ye didn't say anything.

Cromwell continued, “Before the stupid chair opened its mouth, I had already sent a letter to 'Mount WarG.o.d' as a recommendation to introduce you to the n.o.bles. This is also my right.”

Su Ye hadn't expected that Cromwell would be so determined.

Mount WarG.o.d was a small mountain in the city of Athens. On top of it was a majestic building called the Palace of WarG.o.d.

Within the Palace of WarG.o.d was the office of the highest administrative organization in Athens. This organization was named after Mount WarG.o.d, and it controlled all of Athens.

Within Mount WarG.o.d, the highest-ranking consul was held by a demiG.o.d clan. Only members of heroic clans and legendary clans were qualified to hold important positions. Within the Saint-level clans, if the clan leader wasn't at the saint-level, he wasn't qualified to hold any positions. He could only sit in and listen.

Mount WarG.o.d was also the symbol of Athens' greatest power.

There were demiG.o.ds within Mount WarG.o.d.

For a saint-level master to personally appear, and even notify Mount WarG.o.d, this sort of treatment was far grander than one could imagine.

The last person to receive such treatment were the four elites of Plato Academy.

“I'm not a n.o.ble,” Su Ye said.

“As long as you enter the n.o.ble genealogy, then you must be a n.o.ble. Aside from deities, no one can deny your status,” Cromwell said.

“Yeah, it's just a word from the G.o.ds.” A faint smile appeared on Su Ye's face.

Cromwell could not understand Su Ye's words. He tried hard to think, but he just could not understand.

Su Ye saw the expression on Cromwell's face. For some reason, he thought of the question that teacher Niedern asked the cla.s.s to answer in three seconds, Plato's question.

“I've always been a mage,” Su Ye said.

Cromwell's expression suddenly changed. This sentence was too familiar.

A few years ago, he and his teacher had approached Aristotle, hoping that Aristotle would join the n.o.ble Academy.

Aristotle was the descendant of a fallen n.o.ble.

In the end, Aristotle said the same thing.

His teacher had said that Plato had said such a thing.

Plato was a n.o.ble.

His teacher also said that Socrates had said the same thing.

Socrates was also a n.o.ble.

“Why?” The doubt from many years ago reappeared in Cromwell's eyes. This doubt was like a rock that grew bigger in his eyes.

“I can only use time to answer,” Su Ye said.

“So, are you rejecting my invitation?” Cromwell's expression was a little disappointed, but he was not angry.

“Perhaps, when you become a legendary master, I will become your loyal disciple,” Su Ye said.

Cromwell rolled his eyes at Su Ye lazily and said, “Don't try to use this carrot-in-front-of-donkey trick on us. At the very least, it's not appropriate to be used on a saint.”

Su Ye said sincerely, “You truly are a wise man. But to be honest, I don't know what the future holds. All I know is that I want to become a legendary. At the same time, I'm very grateful for your approval. I hope that in my future path, I can ask you for advice on magic.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Su Ye was very serious.

Cromwell's gaze suddenly became extremely complicated.

He recalled the conversation he had with his teacher a few years ago.