The boys in front of Sherman seed to know each other and were chatting enthusiastically.
"Sir Sunan is the lord’s brother. If we can beco his apprentice, our future prospects will be limitless!"
"My cousin works as a guard in the castle, and he said that all the knights hold Sir Sunan in high esteem, and even the lord often seeks his opinion."
"You guys don’t know, do you? Sir Sunan is a Wizard!"
"A Wizard from the legends? Really?"
"Of course it’s true. My father heard a nobleman say that himself at a banquet."
"Amazing!"
A Wizard?
Sherman moved his eyes around.
Previously, when he heard the kind guard uncle ntion a Wizard, he was a bit puzzled.
What exactly is a Wizard?
Judging by their tone, it seems to be sothing quite impressive!
Unable to restrain his curiosity, Sherman finally couldn’t help but interject, "May I ask, what is a Wizard?"
The chatting group glanced at Sherman, noticing his old clothes, a hint of disdain flashed in their eyes.
The leading boy sneered, "You don’t know? A Wizard is soone even more formidable than a Knight and can control lightning and fire, along with all sorts of incredible magic!"
Can control lightning and fire?
Sherman was dumbfounded.
There are people who can do such things in this world?
This is incredible!
So, Sir Sunan is such a powerful figure!
Seeing Sherman standing there in a daze, the talking boy smirked disdainfully, ignored him, and turned back to continue chatting with his companions.
As ti passed, the queue slowly advanced.
After waiting for about an hour, Sherman finally reached the front row and could clearly see the scene inside the wooden shed.
Inside was a long wooden table with an elder sitting behind it, looking kind and benevolent.
Whenever a boy or girl stepped forward, the elder would open a book and show it to them.
Most people only looked for a dozen seconds before showing uncomfortable expressions, holding their heads and groaning in pain.
At this point, the elder would close the book, offer so comforting words, and let the testers leave.
Clearly, these people were unqualified.
So far, the number of successful candidates seed pitifully small, with only one boy and one girl.
The two were around twelve or thirteen years old, standing side by side behind the elder.
The boy was dressed in noticeably expensive silk clothes, seemingly a nobleman’s child, wearing a faint smile. Despite trying to conceal it, there was still a hint of superiority in his eyes when he looked at other peers.
The girl’s outfit was relatively less luxurious, but clean and elegant, with a strong scholarly air about her.
Sherman had felt a similar vibe from a scholar before, so he guessed the girl must co from a well-educated family.
While Sherman was observing, the boys in front had already completed their test, and without exception, all were eliminated.
The three left the line with dejected expressions but didn’t go far, seemingly unwilling to give up, wanting to see how others perford.
Seeing it was his turn, Sherman hurried forward to the table.
"Na," the elder asked gently.
"Sherman."
The elder glanced at Sherman’s clothes, slightly surprised, "You can read?"
"I’ve learned a little," Sherman replied nervously, rubbing his hands.
The elder smiled, reassuring him, "No need to be nervous, relax."
He handed Sherman a piece of paper, "Read the words on this paper."
Sherman nodded, taking the paper and glancing at it, finding only so common words. He felt slightly relieved, cleared his throat, and read them out clearly.
"That’s fine."
The elder nodded with satisfaction, took back the paper, opened the book, and pushed it towards Sherman.
It was a book wrapped in a cold, hard black cover, with pages filled with bizarre, indecipherable symbols.
"Read this book. You might experience things like headaches or chest tightness. That’s normal, don’t worry. If it becos unbearable, stop reading and look away."
Sherman couldn’t hear the elder’s warning anymore. As soon as he glanced at the book, he plunged into a strange, trance-like state.
The entire world seed to fall into silence at that mont.
Everything around him, whether it be scenery or people, birds flying in the sky, or leaves falling from a tree, seed to freeze in mid-air.
Sherman looked around in shock, discovering that the table in front of him, and the wooden pillars supporting the shed, were suddenly covered with colorful tentacles.
The surface of these tentacles was covered with nurous eyes, swaying like jellyfish in the air.
He looked down at the ground, where the cracks in the flagstones ford long lines, opening and closing like talking mouths, repeatedly mouthing one word in unison.
"Truth!"
"Truth!"
"Truth!"
What is this?
Sherman’s face turned pale, his body slightly trembling.
In his life, he had never seen such a bizarre scene.
What was happening?
Just as he was panicking, the eerie tentacles and mouths suddenly vanished completely.
Sherman snapped back to reality, startled to find the world had returned to normal.
Everyone around was staring at him with wide eyes, filled with envy and jealousy.
Sherman looked down at the book on the table, finding he could understand the bizarre texts now.
"Congratulations, you have passed the test," the elder said with a warm smile, displaying a new enthusiasm.
"Wait at the back for a mont, after the test ends, I’ll take you to et Sir Sunan."
"No way, how did this guy get so lucky to pass the test!"
"Such amazing luck!"
"How could I lose to soone from a poor background?"
The surrounding crowd buzzed with commotion and discussion.
Especially the boys who were in line ahead of Sherman, their eyes were filled with jealousy when they looked at him.
The soldiers’ shouts gradually quieted the crowd.
Sherman was still imrsed in the strange vision he had just experienced. He only nodded blankly at the elder’s words and instinctively stood at the back.
"Are you okay?"
A pleasant voice ca from beside him.
Sherman looked up and t a pair of clear eyes.
It was the scholarly girl from before.
She spoke softly, "You saw those visions too, right?"
"You all saw it too?"
Realizing he wasn’t the only one who had this experience, Sherman inexplicably felt a sense of relief.
Snapping back to his senses, joy finally welled up within him.
I’ve passed the test!
Does that an I get a Gold Coin allowance every month now?
How wonderful!
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