Chapter 131: 130: Expected Lack of Talent

Facing Hua’er’s inquiry, a young nobleman wearing a blue coat stood up and walked onto the wooden platform.Gro explained the identity of the man to Richard, “He is from the Panto family…”

“Uh…”

The test ended quickly. The results of the other party’s test were not surprising, still showing no talent.

Upon learning the results, unlike Amon before, he didn’t persist or entangle with Hua’er but simply looked disappointed and left quickly.

Then came the third, fourth, fifth; one after another, people from below went up to test.

Hua’er, not weary at all, continuously tested in the same way and called out, “No talent, disqualified,” “Low-level talent, disqualified.” The number of people in the room kept decreasing.

In the blink of an eye, the number halved. A young nobleman wearing a purple coat walked up and respectfully said to Hua’er, “Lord Hua’er, hello, I am Anthony Mays.”

“Uh.” Hua’er nodded slightly, his expression unchanged, just said, “Stand properly.”

“Yes.” The man named Anthony stood straight while Hua’er stretched out his hand towards his body, chanting a spell. A beam of golden light shot out from his palm and entered his body.

The next moment, something slightly different happened; the golden light emanating from Hua’er’s palm did not turn black quickly, but gradually turned pale red.

“Oh!” Hua’er exclaimed in slight surprise.

“Lord Hua’er, is this…” the man named Anthony asked, his voice questioning but his face already guessing a possibility, filled with ecstasy.

Hua’er lowered his hand, dispelled the light, looked at the man named Anthony, his eyes flickered, and said, “You are quite lucky. You possess a moderate wizard talent. Although it’s not very high, it’s barely satisfactory. Hence, you have earned the qualification to board the ship. Tell me your name once again.”

“Responding to Lord Hua’er, I am Anthony Mays.” Anthony repeated respectfully, his face showing no anger, only excitement. Clearly, he was genuinely surprised by having talent.

“Anthony, is it? Well then, Anthony, you may leave now. Once Mr. Siv arrives, I will inform him of your name, and if all goes well, you will pass. When the time comes, our people from White Stone Tower will personally notify you of the time and place to board the ship. If you wish, you can join us on the ship to the mainland and come to our location at White Stone Tower to learn, where you will gain unimaginable power.”

“I am willing, I am very willing.” The man named Anthony hurriedly spoke, fearing that Hua’er might change his mind.

But Hua’er returned to his calm expression.

Although detecting a talented young noble was somewhat unexpected, it wasn’t much of a big deal to him, aside from one doubt…

Looking at Anthony, Hua’er said, “Alright, as long as you are willing, leave now and don’t waste my time.”

“Yes, yes, Lord Hua’er, hope to see you again.” The man named Anthony quickly ran out of the house.

Sitting in the corner, Gro, watching Anthony leave, was stunned, thinking about what Hua’er had said to Anthony, he couldn’t help but speak to Richard sitting next to him, “Damn, who would have thought Anthony had talent? Totally unexpected! He might just make something of himself now!

Previously, that boy didn’t do well at all in the Maise family, being shoved aside by several of his brothers. If it weren’t for his ability to read the room and currying favor with his father, he might have been taken care of long ago. When he greeted me earlier, he was the most eager, trying to forge a connection with me. I didn’t see that coming…”

Gro rambled on for a while, then suddenly realized that Richard, sitting beside him, hadn’t responded. He turned his head and saw Richard already standing up, walking towards the platform.

“Uh…”

At this moment, Richard felt he had seen enough and staying any longer would be a waste of time, so he might as well go test his talent and leave.

“Tap tap tap…”

Richard, taking steps, walked up to the stage and looked at Hua’er.

Hua’er still maintained a calm expression and gently said, “Name.”

“Richard.”

“Stand properly.”

“Okay.”

Hua’er’s eyes twinkled, and his lips parted as he uttered a spell and stretched out his hand, stopping about ten centimeters in front of him.

Richard saw a golden glow that slightly delayed before it surged out of the other’s palm.

“It seems that the opponent is using the normal casting method,” he remarked, “transforming the mana stored in the Mana Source into Free Energy Elements, and then displaying the Spell Effect. The same spell, if released my own improved way, should be much faster. However, for a testing spell, increasing the casting speed isn’t of much significance.”

Richard thought as he saw the light reach the surface of his body, then pass through his clothes and enter his body.

In an instant, Richard felt a hot stream flowing inside him, as if the blood in his veins turned into warm water around forty to fifty degrees Celsius. The spell effect was similar to the “Bai Ting Boiling Blood Technique,” but it was much weaker in intensity; thus it only relaxed the body and made one feel languid.

The hot stream continuously flowed through various parts of his body. Richard guessed this was likely analyzing the body’s constitution to determine if one could spontaneously break through the Life Remolding three times, which pertained to having a wizard’s talent.

After the heat circulated in the body for a while, it gradually flowed back into Hua’er’s palm.

Richard’s eyes twinkled, and he was somewhat certain about his guesses regarding this spell.

The so-called talent detection spell seemed to emit a beam of light, but there should be two alternating beams forming a cycle. While Hua’er was emitting light, he was also retrieving it. The reason for this was not only to gather more accurate testing information from the retrieved light but also to recover some mana. Even if he couldn’t recover all the mana used in casting the spell, he could regain much of it. Otherwise, testing several dozen people in the booth would drain his Magic Origin entirely, even though he was already a Third-level Wizard Apprentice.

As Richard pondered, the testing was completed. Before Hua’er could speak, Richard already knew the results because the golden light had clearly turned black.

Indeed, no talent? Even if he had successfully cracked the Life Remolding three times using scientific methods, the inherent nature of his body hadn’t fundamentally changed.

Richard’s eyes flickered slightly.

Hua’er looked at Richard and said, “No talent, unqualified, you may leave now.”

“Okay.” Richard nodded lightly, said nothing more, and walked towards the door, confidently turning his back to Hua’er.

At this moment, Richard wasn’t afraid that Hua’er would have completely discerned his details during the testing, discovering that he too was a Wizard Apprentice, and possibly attacking him out of some sentiment. Before the testing, he had already used a spell—Extraordinary Concealment.

It was a relatively obscure spell from the Monroe Chapter, allowing a Wizard Apprentice or Wizard to hide their Magic Origin, mana fluctuations, and all abnormal auras, completely disguising themselves as ordinary people for a duration. Unless an overwhelmingly powerful enemy used a specific detection spell, he would not be exposed.

Obviously, Hua’er did not possess overwhelming power, nor did he use a special detection spell, merely a simple talent check.

Thus, it was safe, no need to worry about being attacked.

In fact, if exposed, normally one wouldn’t be attacked but rather questioned, and if there were sufficient reasons, everything could be explained away. Ultimately, even if there was an attack, that wasn’t frightening.

Richard pondered and had already reached the door when he suddenly thought of something, turned his head towards Gro’s location, and saw Gro looking back at him, standing up.

Their eyes quickly exchanged messages.

“Lord Richard, you… you actually have no talent? How… how is that possible?” Gro stared with eyes wider than when he knew Anthony had talent. After all, he had seen Richard casting spells with his own eyes. A person without talent able to cast spells?

“I’ll explain it to you later,” Richard said calmly.

“Uh…” Gro’s eyes twinkled.

“By the way, what does it mean for you to stand up, also want to test your talent?” Richard raised an eyebrow.

“I… Since I’m here, I might as well give it a try. Although I know there’s a high probability that I don’t have the talent, I have to try to let it go,” Gro blinked.

“Well then, I’ll wait for you outside,” Richard glanced outside the door.

“Okay,” Gro nodded.

With a “creak,” Richard opened the door and walked out.

“Tap tap tap,” Gro stepped onto the wooden platform.