Chapter 422 Jia Na's Popularity
“Sometimes, the choice of a Main Law does not necessarily have to depend on Wizard Talent; inner recognition is far more important than talent.”
Jia Na merely nodded, half-understanding, at Kuroro-kin's sudden change of topic.
As strangers who had met by chance, Jia Na did not know what Kuroro-kin's purpose was in suddenly saying these things to her.
However, Jia Na's sixth sense told her that Kuroro-kin's words were probably not malicious.
“Alright, leave your address, and I will mail the custom-made Wizard Invention to you later.”
Kuroro-kin, having finished the previous topic, reverted to his initial unsmiling demeanor. After handing a form to Jia Na, he sat quietly beside her, no longer speaking.
“I've filled it out, Lord Kuroro.”
The information on the form was simple; besides address details, it only contained some personal information about Jia Na herself. In a short while, she completed it and handed it to Kuroro-kin.
“Good, that's all.”
Receiving the form from Jia Na, Kuroro-kin nodded after checking it for accuracy.
“Lord Kuroro, is there anything else you need me to do—”
“No, you may leave.”
“Okay, thank you for your trouble.”
Hearing Kuroro-kin's words, Jia Na politely bowed, then quietly left the waiting room.
“Jia Na, we are here—”
As soon as Jia Na stepped out of the room, she saw Gavin-Tuer waving at her not far away.
“Congratulations, Champion, your entire performance was truly magnificent!”
Standing outside the waiting room at that moment, besides Gavin-Tuer, there was only Goblin Billy.
“Thank you—Oh, by the way, where is Professor McGonagall?”
“Professor McGonagall had something urgent come up, so she left first. It's a pity she didn't get to see you win the championship.”
Hearing Gavin-Tuer's words, Jia Na, who knew the inside story, merely nodded cooperatively. Then, she smiled and looked at Gavin-Tuer.
“This afternoon will be your home game; I'll be cheering you on too.”
Hearing Jia Na's words, Gavin-Tuer shrugged indifferently.
“It doesn't matter whether you come or not; this exam of mine is closed-door and won't be made public.”
At 1 PM, Gavin-Tuer's registered Wizard Invention assessment would also be held within the Glory Arena.
However, the venue was in a sealed space on the first underground floor, and the entire process was confidential; besides the final passing result, even the rankings would not be disclosed to the public.
“Ladies, there's still an hour until 1 PM. I've already reserved a private room at the restaurant. If it's convenient, we can depart now.”
Seeing Jia Na emerge from the waiting room, Goblin Billy timely reminded them.
“Okay, thank you for your trouble, Mr. Billy.”
“You're too kind; it's Billy's honor to serve you two—Oh, by the way, Miss Jia Na, this is the Invisibility Rune that Lord McGonagall left for you. She said you might need it now.”
Looking at the palm-sized, hexagonal rune with intricate magic patterns that Goblin Billy handed over, a hint of surprise flashed in Jia Na's eyes.
“Professor McGonagall is so thoughtful.”
Seeing Jia Na take the Invisibility Rune from Goblin Billy, Gavin-Tuer couldn't help but exclaim.
As the Andrew-Gump Transformation Trial concluded, Jia Na, as the first-place winner of the trial, enjoyed soaring popularity within the Element Soul Wizard Gathering Place.
Not to mention the newspaper reporters who had already surrounded the entrance, there were thousands of fervent spectators still waiting inside the venue just to catch another glimpse of Jia Na.
Therefore, without resorting to special means, it would be quite challenging for Jia Na to leave quietly.
“What do you think? Are you going to use the rune right now, or after you meet your fans?”
“Right now.”
As a popular opera actress, Jia Na herself had considerable experience in avoiding reporters and zealous fans.
Moreover, to ensure Gavin-Tuer could participate in his competition on time this afternoon, Jia Na should not cause any further unnecessary commotion.
“Let's go.”
After injecting magic into the Invisibility Rune, Jia Na's body, along with her shadow on the ground, disappeared.
Seeing this, Gavin-Tuer and Goblin Billy also pushed open the door of the underground waiting hall, like two bodyguard escorts, leading Jia Na through the surging crowd towards the above-ground parking lot.
“Ladies, I'll go get the carriage first. You two can wait for me at the back door.”
Seeing the reporters already surrounding their carriage in the parking lot, Goblin Billy had no choice but to instruct Jia Na and the other person first, then “single-handedly” rushed into the parking lot, heading towards where the carriage was.
“Tsk, tsk, what terrifying popularity. It's really stressful to be your friend.”
Watching Goblin Billy stumble onto the carriage, Gavin-Tuer, who had witnessed the entire scene, couldn't help but shake his head.
And hearing Gavin-Tuer's complaint, Jia Na suddenly recalled that Vivian had also said something similar before.
“I wonder how Vivian is doing now—”
It took Goblin Billy about ten minutes to drive the carriage out of the Glory Arena's inner area.
Even when Goblin Billy picked them up, Jia Na could still see newspaper reporters not far from the carriage, persistently trying to get exclusive photos.
Even after they entered the restaurant, those newspaper reporters who still hadn't seen Jia Na remained stubbornly guarding the restaurant entrance, refusing to leave.
“These reporters are like persistent dog-skin plaster; you can't get rid of them.”
Peeking through the curtains at the newspaper reporters still staking out outside, even though Gavin-Tuer wasn't the one being followed, she couldn't help but complain on Jia Na's behalf.
“Mr. Billy, is Professor McGonagall really not coming back today?”
At this moment, seeing Lilith-Meg still not appearing in the restaurant's private room, Jia Na couldn't help but ask Goblin Billy.
“I'm not entirely sure about the specifics, but I guess Lord McGonagall should be back before evening after finishing her business—”
Hearing Goblin Billy's words, Jia Na could only nod. After a few bites of steak, Jia Na put down her knife and fork, no longer eating.
“Jia Na, are you finished eating?”
Gavin-Tuer, who had just finished cutting his steak and was about to start eating, couldn't help but ask with a hint of confusion when he saw Jia Na had already put down her knife and fork.
“Mmm, I have a press conference to attend this afternoon, so I shouldn't eat too much—”
