Chapter 121 Comment on Talents

Translator: SumTLMan

On the endless plateau, the ten talents were either sitting or standing up, they had no idea what to do in this situation at all.

They did not know that, not far away, five formal wizards were floating invisibly in the air while talking to one another.

“What’s wrong with that child with the bird perched on his shoulder? Did he see us?” The speaker was an old man in all white. The thin old man wore a white robe, had white eyebrows, and a white beard which made him look very kind.

A graceful red-haired witch’s eye lit up as she said, “No, he’s just a mortal. There’s no magic cycle in his body and no sign of a mental force model constructed at all.”

“That’s strange, it feels as though he can see us, am I possibly imagining this?” The white-haired old man muttered to himself a bit, but then turned his head to look at two people not far away from him with a trace of disgust on his face: “Sanders, these talents were all gathered by you. How come they are all crooked melons and cracked dates? And there are only ten people! You have set a new record for Savage Grottoes recruitment for the smallest number of talents!”

“How can we divide up such a small number of talents? I’m still short of a few helpers. I don’t care about their qualifications, at least bring six or seven to me!” The old man rolled up his sleeves and tried to show his act of dissatisfaction.

Nisi, the grey-haired old man standing opposite to Sanders sneered for a moment and threw a “see, I knew this would happen” look at Sanders.

Sanders eyes were also on the talents, but he was only looking at Angel. He was surprised by Angel’s keen insight, he didn’t know how Angel could see them. Yes, Sanders was sure that Angel could see them on the sidelines just now because he looked in their direction twice, and when he was asked about the situation, his answer was terrific, and there was something else

“Did you hear that? I want eight people! Give me at least eight!” The white-haired old man suddenly flashed in front of Sanders, completely blocking his line of sight, and all Sanders saw was his big old face that entirely occupied his vision.

Sanders looked at the man in front of him, speechless at his action.

Flora standing next to Sanders also began rolling her eyes. One second, he said that he wanted six or seven, and the next it became eight. The amount was increasing too fast.

Although Flora could speak, she has no intention of opening her mouth. The opposite man, although he looked kind, if he were to claim second for his ability to cause a ruckus in the whole Savage Grottoes, then no one would dare claim to be first. Flora does not want anything to do with him.

However, the white-haired old man is not lawless, at least Flora knows that Sanders is the white-haired old man’s natural nemesis.

“Nine people.” Sanders slowly said.

The white-haired old man gave him a “did I hear you right” expression, as his face flashed a trace of ecstasy, forcing himself from resisting his mood of excitement he said: “Did you say, nine people?”

Sanders nodded in response.

The white-haired old man gave a happy smile, put his sleeves behind his back, stood with his back straight, and made an “elder is very pleased” expression: “Yes, this time Sanders, you are very good. Since you’re going to force nine people on me, I will welcome them.”

The white-haired old man said, putting on a picky expression, and finally concluded: I do not want that exotic plane hybrid, others can go and take him from me!

Sanders looked at the white-haired old man and gave a big wave with his hand to correct his misconception by just quietly reminding him: “I mean this time there are only nine people in this group of talents, not ten.”

The white-haired old man was stupefied, Sanders was not giving him nine people, but waved his hand to correct his mistake? The white-haired old man glanced at the hybrid named “Baruba,” and when he is excluded, there are not nine people remaining!

The old man turned his head and squinted at Sanders. “What, do you regret it?” The old man made it clear that he was cheating him in the end, regardless of whether Sanders had just corrected him or not.

The white-haired old man even put on an “if you dare refuse, I will make a ruckus” expression.

Sanders gave the old man a sharp look. “Nine people, except the teenager with the bird on his shoulder, do you want them or not?” Sanders glanced coldly at the old man.

After that, Sanders sneered: “Wallace, it’s no use playing games with me. Even if I agree with you and cede all the other nine people to you, do you really think you can get him?”

The white-haired old man opposite to Sanders is named Wallace. He is the representative of the Academic Wizards in the Savage Grottoes.

Wallace also knows that even if there is a decision now, the Academic Wizards will not be able to get all of them. In the end, there must be specific rules for personnel distribution.

Wallace murmured and complained, “It’s not my fault, you only caught ten back!”

“If this is too little, then the next time a new recruitment task comes around, it will be left to you,” Sanders said.

After hearing this, Wallace, with a blue face, hurriedly waved his hand, put his hand over his mouth, and coughed twice before saying: “I’m old, this kind of thing should still be left up to youngsters to perform……”

Sanders sneered: “I’m the same age as you.”

Wallace: “……”

Sanders: “and, I repeat, not ten, I only recruited nine talents from the Nine Bloodbath Cabins.”

Wallace looked sideways at Sanders with sceptical eyes. “If it’s not ten people, what’s wrong with the kid with the bird? Why doesn’t he count? Don’t think that I didn’t notice him, he has 15.00 points of mental force value, talk!”

Sanders smiled and said, “Because……, he is my apprentice.”

As soon as this response came out, Wallace and the red-haired witch both looked at Sanders in shock. Except for Flora and the grey-haired old man Nisi, who had known about it beforehand?

They both learned that Sanders has accepted a new apprentice!

……

After the initial shock, it took a while for the mood to return to normal, but both Wallace and the red-haired witch paid more attention to Sanders’s new apprentice.

Looking at Angel’s demeanour and speech, Wallace waited a long time before saying, “Why does it feel like this kid doesn’t fit you at all?”

Sanders didn’t answer, but his eyes stared sharply at Wallace like a cold knife.

“Cough…… this year’s talents have been waiting for a long time, and we have tested their mental quality, so let’s start talking about our first impressions.” It was the grey-haired old man Nisi, who left the talents alone on the plateau to test their mental quality, which was the last test that they had to endure before entering the Savage Grottoes.

Along the way, although Nisi did not show up, in fact, he has secretly recorded the characters of each talent. When this last recording is complete, everyone’s record will be set up, and he will work with Sanders to write down some comments on the talents.

The comments will go on record, and in many cases, formal wizards refer to these recorded comments when selecting apprentices.

The Wizard Plane’s comments are not the same as those sent by teachers to the mortal colleges. Those comments sent to colleges on individual talents are very kind, very friendly, very generous, and expressed excellent qualities. In fact, this is not the standard for formal wizards for choosing apprentices. Sometimes, selfish, domineering, ruthless, irritable and other comments, on the contrary, may become the standard for an official wizard to consider.

“Who will start first?” Nisi looked at the group.

“I’ll go first.” The red-haired witch said.

Nisi looked, “Let’s start with Fire Charm.”

The witch named Fire Charm held out her hand and pointed to one of the talents: “I am interested in that young man named Orlando, wayward, childish, egotistical, but restrained and self-thinking, and when I see him getting along with his best friend, I can also see that he is as loyal as a dog.”