Six days later.
After a few more small towns, they arrived at the last town of the mission, Jodun Town.
After the monotonous aristocratic banquet, on the high platform in the hall, thirteen Sorcerer-Apprentices with different expressions stood behind Grimm. They were vaguely led by the four brothers, forming a relatively united small team.
The crystal ball touched the hands of one child after another. Some were clean, some were rough, and some were fair and smooth with decorative rings.
Time passed.
In the town, no one had been determined to have the talent to become a Sorcerer.
Grimm glanced at the line outside the hall that was getting shorter and shorter. He looked at the increasingly worried and disappointed faces of the children in the line.
Among these children, there should not be anyone with a mental strength of more than 10 points. It seemed that he could recruit a total of 13 Sorcerer-Apprentices for this mission, which had exceeded the mission expectations.
Enigma No.1, who was at the door, put away a small bag of silver coins and handed it to Little Eight.
This Enigma No.1, who had no tail and looked like a ferocious wild boar monster, made the skinny little boy look a little scared, and his face was full of uneasiness.
"Hehe, let's go."
Little Eight said lightly after Enigma No.1 had finished counting the silver coins.
The little boy quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He looked at the thirteen Sorcerer-Apprentices standing high above the stage behind the mysterious sorcerer who was wearing a gray mask. They were either ignoring him or looking at him arrogantly. He was extremely nervous.
This was a gold coin! It was all his wealth and his only hope!
I must succeed, I must become a great Sorcerer, only then can I realize my wish!
Step by step, the little boy walked to the high platform and looked at the Sorcerer on the high platform. Under the gray-masked Sorcerer on the high platform, there was a pair of dual-colored eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything. His mind was blank.
"Put your hand on the crystal ball," the Sorcerer said.
The little boy quickly wiped his hands with his sleeves, stretched out his palm full of scars and frostbite, and pressed it on the transparent crystal ball...
Grimm looked at the crystal ball indifferently, completely ignoring the little boy's hands.
During this time, Grimm had seen many similar hands. These were his own hands in his memory.
"Eight Spiritual Power, unqualified. Next."
Grimm's voice was very calm, but at the same time, it carried the commanding tone of a wizard. The little boy's face was pale as he withdrew his hand. Tears were dripping down from his eyes.
Grimm had lost count of how many times he had seen such a scene.
"Don't get in the way of the kids behind!"
Grimm's voice became colder and colder. The little boy was terrified and instinctively walked out of the hall. The child behind the little boy paid the gold coins and walked forward eagerly. He was nervous and expectant.
As long as he left this hall, he would have no chance …
No one was paying attention to him. He was just like every other child who had left in disappointment. He was just an ordinary person without the talent to become a wizard. Even some commoners who were watching from afar were looking at him coldly, laughing at him for wasting a gold coin.
"No! We can't just sit here and wait for death! He had to do something! I must become a great wizard, and … and resurrect my mother! "
The little boy, who had already stepped out of the hall, retracted his foot again and suddenly rushed toward Little Eight.
"Huh?"
Little Eight stared blankly at the little boy and said in surprise, "What are you doing?"
Grimm, who was in the middle of testing the wizard talent, raised his eyes and looked at the little boy who was holding Little Eight tightly in his arms.
The nobles and guardian knights in the hall were all furious. One knight even pulled out his longsword and shouted with killing intent in his eyes, "You dog, you don't want to live? Kneel down! "
* Bang! *
The little boy really knelt on the ground and cried, "Sir Wizard, please take me as your disciple. I'm willing to do anything!"
Grimm raised his hand and gestured for the angry knights and nobles to step back. He did not answer the little boy's words and looked at Little Eight instead.
"What happened?"
Grimm's question was, of course, asking why Myna was captured by the other party.
"Uh … Young Master, I don't know either. I was only counting the gold coins and did not feel that he was going to do this. Sob sob sob, Young Master, save me. Am I a hostage?"
Grimm glared at Myna. What was the point of playing like this?
It was not a hostage.
With this little boy, Grimm had ten thousand ways to get Little Eight out. Even Little Eight could come out on her own. However, she did not seem to have any intention of escaping.
Once Little Eight left the little boy, the surrounding knights and nobles would probably …
Grimm looked at the little boy who was shivering and whose face was as white as a sheet.
"Become my disciple? You're willing to do anything? Hmph! "
Grimm laughed coldly, "What you're doing now is extremely stupid. I have ten thousand ways to kill you. The reason you're doing this now is because I want to know why you want to become a wizard. If I'm not satisfied with your answer, don't even think about leaving today. The dignity of a wizard cannot be violated! "
Seeing that Grimm had the situation under control, Little Eight flashed and appeared on Grimm's shoulder.
The little boy looked at the ferocious knights and nobles around him. He looked at the cold and mocking gazes of the other children who were waiting to be tested. He looked at the fear spreading in the distance. He looked at the familiar faces of his acquaintances. He looked at the wizard who seemed to be above everything and the thirteen sorcerer-apprentices who were mocking him.
The little boy who was kneeling on the ground felt so scared that he could barely breathe.
"Because … because I want to resurrect my mother, sob sob sob …"
Resurrect his mother?
Grimm remained silent. Become a wizard, resurrect his mother …
Who was his mother?
The other homeless children in Bi Seer City were either abandoned or had both parents dead. However, they at least knew who his parents were. Why could he not find any clues about his parents? It was as if they had appeared out of thin air in this world.
As for the memories before that cold winter, there was only a blur. It was as if he had been sleeping and had a long dream.
"Sob sob sob …"
A ferocious knight grabbed the little boy's collar and carried him on his shoulder as if he was carrying a chicken. His face was flushed red with anger.
It was all because of this damned peasant that the viscount was embarrassed in front of the wizard!
The other children who were queuing at the entrance of the hall were so scared that they ran away from the little boy. The little girl who was being tested by Grimm was also trembling.
"Put him down."
Suddenly, Grimm spoke.
Hmm?
The knight turned around and looked at Grimm with a puzzled look. He then punched the stomach of the little boy who was struggling on his shoulder. The little boy immediately calmed down.
"I said, put him down!"
Grimm shouted.
The knight's expression changed. He quickly put the little boy down on the ground and quietly looked into the hall. He then quickly left the courtyard under the direction of the viscount.
The wrath of a wizard was indeed terrifying.
The little boy struggled to get up and looked at Grimm with eyes full of tears and anticipation.
"Hehe, resurrect my mother? That's interesting. Stand behind me. "
The little boy looked at Grimm in disbelief and walked step by step. The viscount in the hall suddenly said, "Master, this … does not conform to the wizard rules?"
Grimm said calmly, "The wizard rules? I am a wizard! "
The viscount was shocked and did not dare to speak again.
The eldest of the four brothers looked at the little boy and said sternly, "You're really lucky to be able to become a wizard apprentice like this. Wizard Grimm has a good temperament. If it were my father, you would have been long dead. "
The fourth brother also sneered, "Threatening a wizard? This is not wisdom, it's true stupidity. Haha, I hope you can survive in the Black Isotta Academy. "
The little boy was stunned and did not dare to say anything. He stood behind Grimm in a daze.
…
The next day.
The mission was completed. Grimm, who was on his way back, stopped the black flying carpet in mid-air. He calmly looked at the Dark Wizard on a giant bird slave in front of him.
There were eight wizard apprentices standing behind him. They were covered in black robes and looked at Grimm with a pair of fiery eyes.
"Fourteen wizard apprentices. Hehe, just right. Sorcerers from Black Isotta Academy, I'm still short of two sorcerer-apprentices.
Grimm looked at the wizard. He did not know why, but he felt that the wizard's aura was familiar.
After thinking for a moment, Grimm asked, "You are Ivory Castle Wizard Academy's … Yates?"
Hmm?
The Dark Wizard on the giant bird stared at Grimm for a while. Gradually, his eyes focused on Grimm's mask. His eyes lit up as if he remembered something. He said in disbelief, "You are …"
Yates did not finish his sentence. Suddenly, a Bright Wizard wearing a top hat flew up from the ground. His powerful control of the Force of Nature created a huge elemental cloud. The pressure of a high-level wizard using the Force of Nature on a low-level wizard was released.
"Heh heh heh heh, you'd better leave all your acolytes here!"
The Bright Wizard who suddenly appeared sneered. He seemed to be full of hatred for the Dark Wizard.
Yates exclaimed, "Level-2 wizard?"
Grimm looked at the short Bright Wizard with a black eye patch over his right eye. His face was slightly pale. His memory seemed to have traveled back hundreds of years.
"Wizard Dira?"
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