On the endless plateau, ten talented people were sitting or standing, at a loss.
They didn't know that, not far away, five official wizards, hiding in midair, were whispering.
"What happened to the child with a bird on his shoulder? Did he see us?" The speaker was an all-white man, a thin old man with white robes, white hair, white eyebrows and white beard. He looked very kind.
A graceful red-haired witch's eyes flashed a light, "No, he is just a mortal, and there is no magic circulation in his body. There is no trace of construction of the mental model."
"That's weird, it always feels like he sees us. Could it be my illusion? Maybe." The old man murmured to himself for a moment, then turned to look at the two people not far away, with a trace of disgust on his face: " Sanders, these talented people are all recruited 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 recruiting the barbaric cave, the record with the smallest number of people!"
"With so many people, how do we divide it? I still need a few chores, I don't care, at least I score seven or eight people!" The old man rolled up his sleeves, with a rhythm that he wanted to tear up a big fight.
The little gray-haired old man Nice, who was standing opposite Sanders, snickered for a moment, and gave Sanders a look of "Look, I knew it would be like this".
Sanders also put his eyes on the talented people present, but he was only watching Angel. He was also a little strange about Angel's keen insight. He didn't know how Angel discovered them. Yes, Sanders was sure that Angel found them invisible, because Angel looked at them twice, and when others asked him, his answer was quite strange, and there was something in his words...
"Did you hear? I want eight people! At least give me eight people!" The old white man suddenly flashed in front of Sanders, blocking his vision, and a big old face occupied all of Sanders' sight.
Sanders looked at the person in front of him speechlessly.
Flora, who was beside Sanders, rolled her eyes and was about to roll her head to the back of her head. One second, she said that there would be seven or eight people, and the next second, it turned into eight people. The rate of increase is too fast.
Although Flora murmured, she had no intention of opening her mouth. The man on the opposite side, despite his kind-hearted looks, but his ability to tear up and play, he said the second in the entire barbaric cave, and no one dared to say the first, Flora didn't want to have too much to do with him.
However, the old man is not really lawless, at least Flora knows that Sanders is the natural nemesis of the old man.
"Nine people." Sanders said slowly.
The old man Bai had an expression of "I heard it right", a flash of ecstasy flashed on his face, and he forcibly restrained his excitement: "You said nine people?"
Sanders nodded.
The old man Bai laughed, his sleeves were retracted, his ripping posture changed, and he made a "senior very pleased" expression: "Not bad, Sanders, you are very good this time. Since you want to force me 9 people, then I'm welcome."
After the old man Bai finished speaking, he put on a provocative expression, and finally came to the conclusion: don't want that otherworldly hybrid, and follow me!
Sanders watched the old man wave his hand and made a decision before he said quietly: "I mean there are only nine talented people this time, not ten."
The old man was stunned for a moment. Sanders didn't want to give him nine, but to correct his mistakes? The old man Bai glanced at the half-blood named "Baluba", and if he was thrown away, wouldn't it be exactly nine people!
The old man Bai turned his head and looked at Sanders with squinting eyes: "Why, do you want to regret it?"
The old man even put on a "if you dare to refuse, I will tear it up" expression.
Sanders gave the old man a cold look: "Nine people, except for the boy with a bird on his shoulder, do you like the others?"
After speaking, Sanders sneered: "Wallace, it's useless for you to play tricks with me. Even if I agree with you and give you all the other nine, do you think you can really get it?"
The old white man on the opposite side was named Wallace. He is the representative wizard of the Savage Cave Academy.
Wallace also knows that even if he decides now, the academics cannot get them all. In the end, there must be certain rules for personnel allocation.
Wallace murmured and complained: "It's not your fault, I only accepted ten talents!"
"If it's too few, then the next recruiting task will be handed over to you." Sanders said.
Wallace's face turned green, he quickly waved his hand, covered his mouth with his fist, and pretended to cough twice: "I'm old, this kind of thing should be done by young people..."
Sanders sneered: "I'm the same year as you."
Wallace: "… "
Sanders: "Also, I'll say it again, it's not ten people, I only recruited nine talents from the nine-chamber blood fight."
Wallace turned his head sideways and looked at Sanders suspiciously: "If you don't count ten people, what happened to the kid with the bird? Why doesn't he count? Don't think I didn't pay attention to him, he is 15 Point mental strength, absolute talent!"
Sanders smiled slightly: "Because... he's my student."
As soon as these words came out, Wallace and the red-haired witch all looked at Sanders in shock, except for Flora and the little gray-haired old man Nice who knew about it for a long time!
Sanders has taken an apprentice!
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After the shock, it took a while for the atmosphere to return to normal, but Wallace and the red-haired witch both paid more attention to Sanders' new students.
Looking at Angel's behavior and speech, Wallace said after a long time, "Why does it feel like this kid doesn't fit in with Sanders at all."
Sanders didn't answer, but his eyes were like cold knives, and he stabbed Wallace on the body.
"Cough cough... This year's talented people have been waiting for a long time, and you have seen the psychological reaction of the test. Now let's talk about first impressions." They were left alone on the plateau, precisely to test their psychological reflexes. This was the last procedure for them to enter the savage cave.
Along the way, although Nice never showed up, he actually secretly recorded the personalities of each talent. After this last level is recorded, it will start to build everyone's files, and finally he and Sanders will write the comments of these talents together.
Comments will go into the archives, and many times, the official wizards will refer to the comments on the archives when selecting apprentices.
The comments from the wizarding world are different from those from the teachers of the Mortal Academy. Comments say that a certain gifted person is kind, friendly, and generous. These beautiful qualities are actually not the primary criteria for formal wizards to select apprentices. Sometimes, comments such as selfishness, domineering, ruthless, irritable, etc. may become the standard for formal wizards to consider.
"Who starts first?" Nice looked at everyone.
"I'll come first." The red-haired witch said.
Nice looked: "Then let's start with Fire Charm."
The witch named Huomei stretched out her hand and pointed to one of the talented people: "I am quite interested in that young man named Orlando, who is self-willed, naive, and selfish, but he knows how to restrain himself, and his ability to think about himself is also very good. Strong, when getting along with his close friends, he can also see the side of his loyal dog."