Ness continued, “He has a good talent which is relatively close to my art. If you don’t mind, I’m planning to accept him as my student.”
Wallace nodded, “Fine. You can make him into a good killer.”
With Hookdick finished, there were three people remaining. Sailum, Balba, and Ebony.
“Sailum is the youngest talent in this batch. He’s a dedicate book lover who is obsessed with keeping his book clean even if his own body goes dirty,” said Ness. He told them several stories about how Sailum was preoccupied with his books and made a conclusion.
Wallace was quite fond of Sailum’s characteristic as he said, “A good kid. He would make a fine academism student. Oh right, how did he survive the deathmatches?”
Sunders humphed without speaking, seemingly having a negative idea about Sailum.
Flora explained to him, “Heehee. Him? He feigned death. Many tried to play dead in the deathmatches, but Sailum was the only one who did that from the very beginning and stayed that way for an entire week.”
So that was why! No wonder Sunders disdained Sailum like that. Wallace did not mind Sailum’s method since playing dead was also a viable tactic. He even made it out in the end, which meant the boy had some superior patience, concentration, and luck.
Fiery Charm pointed to Ebony, “Compared to the others, this one is doing his best to find a way out.”
They looked. As she said, Ebony was looking about, either trying to find an exit or the entrance of Brute Cavern.
“He knows where to find edible plants. That’s good survival skills.”
Those were about everything they could say about Ebony. Then there was silence. No one commented on the last talent, Balba. As a half-blood produced by a human and an otherworldly brute, no matter how good his talent was, his fate was sealed.
“Hey, Sunders, tell us something about your student will ya? I checked over and over and didn’t find anything special on him. A spiritual power of 15, which is… moderate. The boy has nice patience though. He’s all calm when tossed into the wild, but that’s not very important to wizards. So whatever did you want from him?” asked Wallace. He was very curious about Angor. The old man had been observing him from the start. Also, he thought Angor already noticed their presence.
Everything proved that Angor was a complete mortal with ordinary physical abilities. There was no way the boy could have seen them.
But he is Sunders’ new student! Why on earth would an almighty killing machine in the southern land accept a normal talent as his student?
Wallace was not the only one wondering. Everyone was.
Sunders did not answer most of Wallace’s questions. He only said “He’s a good boy”, and returned to being a man of few words.
However, these simple words carried a lot of meanings.
At the very least, Sunders himself was very satisfied with his new student, and this alone was a very strange matter. Perhaps the boy named Angor possessed some kind of talent not known to anyone else?