On the way back, he was still thinking about what Gurman told him about Lucas. Lucas was not a good person at all. What was the purpose of the other people trying to find out more about Lucas?
And they were all supernaturals.
Angor tried to find out more about Lucas just to solve his own doubts. He didn't care if he could find Lucas or not. But now, there were several groups of people who were also looking for Lucas. This gave him a strange feeling.
It was only a momentary curiosity, but now, he was getting more and more curious about Lucas.
Angor decided to investigate further. He still had Lucas' logbook, which mentioned several specific locations.
"Lost Paradise City, the Anrum Kingdom?" Angor remembered that the logbook mentioned that Lucas decided to commit suicide because others didn't trust him. And the place where he committed suicide was Lost Paradise City.
If Lucas really did commit suicide in Lost Paradise City, his body and ship wouldn't show up at Devil's Water, nor would they be recorded in the logbook.
But after all, the last entry in the logbook was about Lucas committing suicide. Angor decided to check it out.
But before that, there was one thing he needed to confirm.
Who the hell is investigating Lucas?
The purple-haired woman who could turn into a bird was probably not found out yet. But Gurman said that the first group of people would come back for more information, so Angor decided to check it out.
While he was thinking, he heard Charles coughing outside the carriage.
Angor thought it was just the weather, so he didn't pay much attention to it. Neet, who was sitting near Angor, heard Charles' coughing and rubbed his nose with a hesitant look.
Charles didn't stop coughing.
Neet saw Angor looking out of the window as well. He sighed and moved closer to Angor.
"Sir, Charles has a small request, and I hope you can agree to it …" Neet noticed Angor's expressionless face, so he quickly changed his tone. "Of course, it's fine if you don't agree."
Angor raised an eyebrow. He thought Charles was sick. So he was just trying to send a message inside the carriage.
"Go ahead." Angor wasn't surprised. He already noticed how Neet and Charles kept exchanging glances when they arrived at Sleepy Street.
The World of Adepts had always been about equivalent exchange. Since Charles had helped him, he didn't mind hearing what Charles wanted. Of course, whether or not he was willing to help was another matter altogether.
"It's like this. Charles has always admired the Sorcerer World since he was young, but he couldn't find a way in. This time, he heard about you and wanted to ask you to guide him … "Neet's voice became softer and softer as he spoke. He seemed to realize that he had gone overboard.
Angor didn't say anything about it.
Before Neet spoke, he had already guessed what would happen next, and it turned out that his guess was correct.
Seeing Angor's hesitation, Neet lowered his head further.
Charles, who was outside the curtains, also tightened his grip on the reins, his heartbeat accelerating.
"You've been on The Limpet for years, Neet. I'm sure you know that you can't just enter the wizarding world whenever you want, right?"
Neet squeaked.
"To enter the World of Adepts, you have to have talent. If you don't have talent, you're not destined to become a supernatural. " Angor considered. "Since Charles helped me before, I'll give him a chance to test his talent. If he has talent, I won't mind being his guide."
"Really?" Charles poked his head into the curtains with a surprised look.
He didn't lower his voice, which was meant for Charles to hear. "But you have to have the talent first."
Charles took a deep breath. "I know. I've read about wizards in some books. If I don't have the talent, I won't have any more extravagant hopes. I'll accept my fate and take over my father's position."
"Like you're being wronged. Your father is the mayor of Yothur City. Why do you look like you're not happy about it? "Neet complained in a low voice.
"Compared to being immersed in the vortex of power, I want to escape from this cage more." Charles' expression was very serious, completely different from the playboy look he had when he was talking to Gurman's maid.
Everyone had their own stories. Charles might look like a spoiled brat, but he had his own reasons.
Angor chuckled. So, what about you, Lucas? You look like a liar, but do you have any sincerity in your heart?
"I came from Fey Continent, and I'm responsible for looking for talents." Angor considered for a moment. "If you want to test your talent, why don't you do me a favor and find someone who's interested in becoming a wizard? I'll find some time this Sunday to do the test for all of you."
Charles' eyes brightened up. "I've formed a club in the academy. They're all interested in learning about the supernatural world. Can I invite them too?"
"Sure." Angor glanced at Neet. "If you have any friends, you can introduce them to them. Sunday, I'll … "
Angor was going to ask Erwin to do the test for the others, but he didn't want to do it without the permission of the owner.
"How about my place?" Charles suggested.
"Alright. Let's do it at the mayor's mansion."
Angor considered the possibility that the test would favor the nobles, but he had to admit that nobles had a much higher chance of becoming a talent than commoners. Living in a better environment was always beneficial.
Of course, this was only relative. Many commoners still had strong talents. For example, Easley, who was the first one to become an apprentice on The Redbud, was actually a commoner. Maybe not even a commoner. He was just a servant in a noble family.
"Are there any restrictions on who can join the test?" Charles asked.
"Apart from the age limit of 30, there are no other restrictions. Both commoners and nobles can join," Angor said.
It was possible to become a talent after the age of 30. However, the older one was, the more complicated their thoughts would become, which would make it harder for them to meditate. Besides, Brute Cavern only accepted people under the age of 30, which would make it easier for them to gain loyalty.
After this matter was settled, Charles had a smile on his face the entire time, as if he was very confident that he would become a genius.
However, the smile froze on his face three days later.
Sunday.
Many nobles gathered in the main hall of the mayor's mansion. Outside the door, many young nobles were chatting with each other in high spirits.
People kept coming in and out of the mansion.
This time, the news about a wizard's apprenticeship test spread out from the academy district in no time. Not only did people in the upper city know about it, but also people in the lower city and even the slums.
Currently, some commoners were huddling together in a small corner of the mansion, whispering to each other. There were even several people in ragged clothes standing outside the hall. They did not leave even though they were being pushed aside.
Mayor Richard paced back and forth in the hall with a worried look. Charles was testing his talent. If Charles really did become a talent, the glory of the Manson Family would last for a long time.
Richard's gaze was fixed on a curtain at the side of the hall. Past the curtain was a long corridor, and the end of the corridor was where the talent test would take place.
"I didn't think Yothur City would welcome a wizard this time. I heard that ten years ago, a wizard came to the East Coast to recruit a disciple. My son missed that chance. This time, it's in Yothur City. We must seize the chance." A noble lady wearing a wide-brimmed hat was chatting with her best friend.
"I really don't know what the wizard is thinking. Even commoners are coming in. If it wasn't for my daughter, I wouldn't want to stand here and breathe the air with those commoners. "
"Don't talk about it. When the wizard arrived, I noticed his clothes. He shouldn't be a noble. If he hears you, it won't be good. "
The noble lady who had let it slip immediately took out an exquisite folding fan to cover half of her face that was covered with white facial cream.
Just as the hall was filled with discussion, the curtain was pulled open.
Charles walked out.
When Richard saw his son, he immediately went up to greet him. When he saw Charles' pale face, he knew the result without needing to be told.
Richard sighed softly. "This is fate."
The smile on Charles' face disappeared at this moment. He sat in the hall absent-mindedly. The nobles, who had been making a ruckus, quietened down.
"Even Charles failed. Is the talent test really that difficult?"
"Sigh … I'm a bit worried about my daughter now."
The noble lady with the folding fan sighed softly again.
As time went by, more and more people went in and came out in low spirits.
From morning to afternoon, when dusk was about to arrive, nearly a thousand people were tested. Not a single one passed.
The nobles in the hall all looked at Angor in disbelief. Even Angor himself was surprised by how difficult the mission was. It seemed that he was lucky enough to meet Tulu on the airship.
When the last person left, the city lord's mansion, which had been bustling all day, slowly fell into silence.
Angor walked out of the hall while yawning.
Since no one passed the test, the whole day was wasted. No wonder no one wanted to accept the recruitment mission. Not only was it a waste of time, but the chance of finding a talent was so low that it was almost impossible.
When Angor came out of the hall, he heard a pair of noble ladies with folding fans questioning the result of the test.
"Could it be that he's been tricked? My son failed? "
"Must be a liar. My daughter said she only touched the crystal ball once and then kicked her out. This isn't a test at all! I heard wizards value knowledge, so I asked my daughter to memorize a lot of stuff. But there's no written test! That's not proper at all! "
Angor saw Charles talking to his father. He didn't greet them and went straight to them.
"Gossiping behind people's backs will make you a gossiper," Angor said as he released two strands of nightmare aura on the two ladies.
In an instant, they began to cry out in alarm, their mouths calling out strange words. They pointed at Angor's face and yelled, "What's wrong with your face? What's wrong with you? Don't pull my tongue — Ah! "
Everyone in the hall fell silent as they watched the two ladies yelling and tearing each other apart.
Clearly, this was the work of the wizard. No one dared to question the result of the test anymore. They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Seeing that Angor didn't do anything else, they gathered their courage and left. Only the husbands of the two ladies came to Angor with embarrassed and frightened expressions.
"Creating karma with words is not the behavior of a noble. This is just a small punishment. It'll be gone in a month. "Angor didn't wait for them to say anything and left.
He did not respond to the City Lord's pleas for him to stay. With a kick of his Flying Boots, he flew into the air and disappeared.
Not long ago, Toby came back with a piece of news.
The group of people he was waiting for finally arrived.
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