I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1535 - 1539: Can’t Afford to Lose Face

"What... what is this?" The young man looked at the robe in the girl's hands, his eyes nearly popping out, "Is this a joke?"

The dense pattern of golden stars made his scalp tingle a bit. His family was a prestigious one in the capital of the Mosla Empire, and the most powerful magician in their family was his grandfather.

His grandfather's robe had a total of 29 green stars, 12 blue stars, and 3 red stars. It was a symbol of their family's strength and prestige, only worn by his grandfather on very important occasions.

Anyone who saw that robe couldn't help but show expressions of surprise and admiration with a total of 44 stars, almost covering the entire garment.

But compared to the robe in front of him, this thing was like an entire Starry Sky. How many golden stars were on it? 200? 300?

In other words, the owner of this robe mastered hundreds of Forbidden Curses. Was that even possible? Even in his dreams, he wouldn't dare to imagine that boldly.

"This can't be awarded to a magician, right?" The young man immediately dismissed that possibility in his mind, figuring perhaps the robe wasn't something a magician received after passing a test, but instead was used for some other purpose, like film shooting or something similar.

"Hmm, reasonable!" With this hypothesis, the young man's heart calmed just a bit, as there seemed to be no better explanation or possibility.

"Hahaha, look, that robe is really interesting," the young man said to Zhang Menglong, "I haven't heard anything about a performance from our Magicians' Association recently, so why prepare such an interesting robe?"

"Mr. Zhang, your robe is ready," the girl said as she walked past the young man, handing the robe over to Zhang Menglong with respect, "Our craftsmen worked non-stop for three days to make it, with a total of 500 golden stars, which we arranged into a Starry Sky to enhance its aesthetic appeal."

"Hmm, not bad," Zhang Menglong thought to himself. If the robe were covered entirely in massive golden stars, God knows how ugly it would look, but the craftsmen had creatively arranged those 500 stars into a Starry Sky and even a constellation pattern, appearing orderly and very magnificent.

"This is the first robe issued by our Magicians' Association for a 500 Jin Xing level magician, so its materials are unique, even offering protection against attacks from below Level Five perfect creatures, comparable to high-level Stellar Level defense equipment. Yet it weighs the same as an ordinary robe and is just as soft. I hope you are satisfied."

"Thank you," Zhang Menglong said, putting the robe on. He didn't feel any weight at all; the materials were incredibly comfortable. Most importantly, it was like wearing armor close to his body, sparing him the need to constantly spend Cred Points on high-level equipment.

"Brother, is this yours?" the young man finally spoke up.

Inside, he felt as if ten thousand alpacas were trampling through his mind.

He had thought it was something like a costume, but he recognized that girl. She was indeed a staff member of the Magicians' Association, and she had clearly said it was a robe representing 500 Jin Xing magician status, leaving him with an undeniable answer.

Zhang Menglong had passed the test, which is why the Magicians' Association awarded him this robe!

The Magicians' Association's robes were impossible to counterfeit or award privately, so…

He must have mastered hundreds of Forbidden Curses?

Thinking of this, he felt his imagination wasn't sufficient anymore.

"It's mine," Zhang Menglong smiled, "Didn't we meet here a few days ago? I was here for the magician star level exam that day, but it took a while, so I didn't see you when I came out."

The young man, after finishing his own test, had also looked for Zhang Menglong in the hall but hadn't found him. At the time, he thought Zhang Menglong might have left early due to a failed test.

Now it seemed, the test Zhang Menglong took was a grand spectacle. After all, casting a Forbidden Curse couldn't be done in just a few minutes. With so many stars representing each spell, how long would the incantations take!

"Do you... really know hundreds of Forbidden Curses?" Despite seeing it, the young man was still reluctant to accept it internally.

"Yes, didn't you see it?" Zhang Menglong replied, "Specifically, it's about 500."

"Cough cough cough cough, 500!" The number nearly made the young man choke. Do your family members know just how incredible you are?

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"Sir, if you have time, our President is very interested in meeting you and would like to invite you for a chat." The girl gauged Zhang Menglong's expression and, seeing he seemed in a good mood, cautiously made the proposal.

"Sorry, I don't have time," Zhang Menglong declined directly.

Such an invitation from the President would definitely come with strings attached—either trying to win him over or prying into the secrets of his Forbidden Curses.

Zhang Menglong recalled that the deputy chairman of the Magicians' Association was a Level Seven perfect creature, essentially a beginner Great Magician. Getting involved with him would likely mean trouble. He hated trouble more than anything, so it was better to just make a quick exit.

"That's a real pity," the girl said with some regret. However, the President had instructed her not to offend the young man if he declined, and not to lose his favor. After all, with him in the Mosla Empire, there would naturally be other opportunities to meet him.

"Your President doesn't seem very sincere," Zhang Menglong said, "If he wants to invite me, he should prepare good food and drink and come to invite me himself to show sincerity."

The girl's mouth twitched at this. The President, after all, held a high position, and no matter how powerful Zhang Menglong was, he was only a Level Two perfect creature. Could he really compare with their President? He also needed to be qualified to demand a personal invitation from the President!

"Master Raditz, here is the item your family purchased." On the other side, a girl handed a very ancient-looking scroll to the young man.

The young man accepted the scroll; this was the high-level Magic Scroll he had come to fetch. It was something his family had acquired at great expense and effort, even owing a favor to the Magicians' Association.

Moments ago, he had been flaunting it in front of Zhang Menglong, basking in the sense of superiority.

Now, the scroll containing a powerful spell suddenly seemed much less impressive.

A high-level spell... hundreds of Forbidden Curses...

The disparity was glaring...

And moments ago, he had received an invitation from the President of the Magicians' Association, which he declined without much courtesy.

To know that even the Emperor of the Mosla Empire had to show profound respect when meeting the President of the Magicians' Association.

His grandfather, the highest-ranking member of their family, might need a long-pending appointment to meet the President, who might not even agree to see him.

That Magic Scroll was something he had gone to great trouble to acquire, offering many benefits just to have a deputy chairman help his family get it.

And he had shown off in front of such a person? It was self-humiliation!

Now he just wished for the ground to swallow him up, or better yet, to leave the country altogether. He couldn't bear this humiliation!