The ten talents were either sitting or standing on the endless plateau, not knowing what to do.
What they didn't know was that not too far away, there were five official Magi who had concealed themselves and were hovering in mid-air, whispering to each other.
"What's with the bird on the kid's shoulder? Did he see us? " The one who spoke was a white-robed, white-haired, white-bearded, skinny old man. He looked very benevolent.
A graceful red-haired female wizard's eyes glinted. "No, he's just a mortal. There's no mana circulating in his body. There's no sign of spirit model construction either. "
"That's strange. Why do I feel like he saw us? Am I hallucinating? Maybe. " The old man mumbled to himself and looked at the two people not far away with a disgusted look. "Sunders, you recruited all these talents. Why are they all so useless? And there are only ten of them! You've created a new record for Brute Cavern. Least number of talents! "
"How are we going to divide them? I'm looking for a few handymen. I don't care. Give me at least seven or eight of them! "The old man rolled up his sleeves as if he was going to fight to his heart's content.
Ness, the gray-haired old man standing in front of Sunders, snickered and gave Sunders a "see? I knew it" look.
Sunders also looked at the other talents. However, he was only looking at Angor. He was also curious about Angor's keen observation. How did Angor notice them? Yes, Sunders was sure that Angor noticed them. Angor looked at them twice, and when someone asked him about it, the boy's answer was quite strange, as if there was a hidden meaning in his words.
"Did you hear that? I want eight of them! At least eight of them! " The old man suddenly appeared in front of Sunders and blocked his view. Sunders could only see the old man's wrinkled face.
Sunders looked at the old man in front of him speechlessly.
Beside Sunders, Flora rolled her eyes so much that her head was about to hit the back of her head. He said he wanted seven or eight people a second ago, and now he wanted eight? The rate of increase was way too fast.
Although Flora was complaining in her mind, she did not plan to say anything. The man in front of her might look kind, but no one in Brute Cavern would dare to claim that he was the best at arguing. Flora did not want to have too much to do with him.
However, Old White was not completely lawless. At least Flora knew that Sunders was the old man's natural nemesis.
"Nine," Sunders spoke slowly.
Old Bai had an expression of "did I hear it right?" and a trace of ecstasy flashed across his face. He suppressed his excitement and asked, "You said nine people?"
Sanders nodded.
The old man laughed and folded his sleeves. He changed his posture and made a "senior is pleased" expression. "Good, good. You did well this time, Sunders. Since you want to force nine people on me, then I won't be polite. "
Old White put on a face as if he was choosing a person. In the end, he came to a conclusion: I don't want the half-blood from another world.
Sunders watched as Old White waved his hand and made up his mind. He spoke slowly, "I said there are only nine talents this time, not ten."
Old White was surprised. Sunders was correcting his mistake instead of giving him nine talents? Old Bai glanced at the mixed-blood named "Balba". Excluding him, there were exactly nine of them!
Old White turned around and squinted at Sunders. "What? Are you going to regret it?" Old White was going to go back on his words. He did not care whether Sunders corrected him or not.
Old White even put on a "I'm going to fight you if you refuse" expression.
Sunders gave the old man a cold stare. "Nine. Apart from the young man with a bird on his shoulder, you can take the others or leave them."
Then he added in a mocking tone, "Wallace, your tricks won't work. Even if I agree to let you have the other nine, do you really think you can get them?"
The old man on the opposite side was named Wallace. He was the representative of the academies in Brute Cavern.
Wallace knew that the academies could not get all the talents even if he decided now. There must be rules for the distribution of talents in the end.
Wallace complained in his mind, "It's all your fault. You only took in ten talents!"
"Too little? Then I'll leave the recruitment to you next time," said Sunders.
Wallace's face turned green. He quickly covered his mouth with his fist and pretended to cough. "I'm old. Young people should do this …"
Sunders sneered. "I'm the same age as you."
Wallace did not know what to say.
Sunders continued, "And I'll say it again. Not ten. I only took in nine talents from the deathmatches."
Wallace tilted his head and gave Sunders a doubtful look. "If we don't count them, what's with the kid with the bird? Why isn't he included? Don't think I didn't notice him. He has 15 spiritual power. He's definitely a talent! "
Sunders chuckled. "Because … he's my student."
Apart from Flora and the gray-haired old man Ness, Wallace and the red-haired female wizard all stared at Sunders in shock.
Sunders took in a student?!
…
It took them a while to calm down. However, Wallace and the red-haired female wizard both paid more attention to Sunders' new student.
Wallace watched Angor's behavior for a long time before he spoke, "Why do I feel that this kid doesn't match Sunders at all?"
Sunders did not answer. Instead, he glared at Wallace with his sharp eyes.
"Ahem … We've been waiting for a long time. You've seen the reaction of the talents. Now, let's talk about First Impressions." It was the gray-haired old man Ness who spoke. They left the talents alone on the plateau to test their reaction. This was the final procedure before they entered Brute Cavern.
Along the way, Ness did not show up, but he had been secretly recording the personalities of the talents. After this, he would create a file for each talent. In the end, he and Sunders would write down the comments of the talents together.
The comments would be recorded in the file. Most of the time, wizards would refer to the comments in the file when selecting apprentices.
The comments in the wizarding world were different from the ones left by teachers in mortal academies. Someone might say that a talent was kind, friendly, and generous. These qualities were not the main criteria for a wizard to choose an apprentice. Sometimes, comments such as "selfish", "overbearing", "cruel", and "quick to anger" would become the criteria for wizards.
"Who's first?" Ness looked at the others.
"I'll go first," the red-haired female wizard said.
Ness looked at her. "Let's start with Fiery Charm then."
The sorceress named Fiery Charm extended her hand and pointed at one of the talents. "I'm quite interested in that young man named Orlando. He's willful, childish, and egotistical, but he knows how to restrain himself. His ability to think is also very strong. When interacting with his close friends, I can see the loyal side of him."
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