91!
"Two-star mage. 91 units. Qualified." The supervisor announcing the results had a look of reverence of his face, making Dalton feel better.
"91 units? Sigh he is beyond our level." A two star mage who had his maximum power measured in fifties sighed dejectedly.
"It's expected from a young master of the most wealthy family of the region. If you had everything he has, most probably your result would have been the same." A person beside him said. He was from a commomer's family, so he always gave their rich backgrounds all the credit like most commoners do.
"No I don't agree with you. There are countless nobles who don't have good talent despite having all the resources. So, you can't say that it's only because of his background that he achieved what he did." A lady sitting beside them disagreed instantly. She was the among those who didn't have good talent despite being a noble's daughter.
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