While Angel admired this in his heart, the other side saw Sam slowly coming back to consciousness.
...
Upon learning that his Mental Power Value was 7, Sam breathed a slight sigh of relief. Though at the bottom of the ladder, at least he became a Talented One, with a chance to step into the Extraordinary World.
"When you go back, heat the Witch’s Soup on the stove. Once it’s completely melted, you can drink it." Angel: "After drinking it, have a good sleep and come back tomorrow. I’ll test your talent."
Although it was already known that little Sam had the talent of a near-spiritual body, the future direction still needed further measurement.
Little Sam nodded and left the room.
After little Sam left, Angel entered a state of self-reflection. No matter where he was, Angel would not relax his self-reflection until he fully digested his knowledge.
Time passed quickly.
The next morning, little Sam stood before him, full of energy.
"Mr. Pat, I drank the Witch’s Soup last night." Little Sam hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is my Mental Power Value 10 points now?"
Angel had already sensed the fluctuation of his spiritual power when little Sam entered the door, which only happens when the Mental Power Value exceeds 10 points.
"Congratulations, you’re now a Talented One. However, this only gives you the chance to pursue the truth. Whether you can step onto the Transcendent path in the future is still uncertain." Angel said simply. He didn’t say many encouraging or discouraging words, leaving those for little Sam’s future Mentor to convey.
"Although you are now a Talented One, I still need to further confirm your talent."
Angel snapped his fingers lightly, and some visible changes immediately appeared in the room.
The door opened, and wind blew in, the extinguished oil lamp reignited, an empty cup was suddenly filled with water, and a pot filled with soil appeared on the table...
Once these setups were in place, Angel took out the Talent Sphere and a small hourglass.
"The timing of the hourglass is one minute. During this minute, pay attention to what changes occur around you."
With that, Angel placed the Talent Sphere in front of little Sam.
Little Sam nodded solemnly and carefully placed his hand on the Talent Sphere.
The Talent Sphere immediately shone brightly, and in this glow, little Sam saw a face suddenly appear on the window outside...
The hourglass turned, and the one-minute countdown ended.
Angel glanced at little Sam, noticing his pupils were slightly contracted, still immersed in some kind of emotion, so he didn’t disturb him. Instead, he put away the Talent Sphere and waited for him to come back to his senses.
"What did you see?" When little Sam’s eyes regained their brightness, Angel asked.
Little Sam’s face was a bit pale. He swallowed hard and said, "I saw... a face pressed against the window."
"I seem to recognize her. She’s my mother’s sister, Lady Cilla. She died of illness when I was very young, and only a portrait of her is kept in Star Lake Castle. Her appearance in front of the window was exactly like the one in the painting, that’s how I recognized her."
Upon hearing this, Angel thought to himself: Seeing the Undead, indeed little Sam belongs to the Soul Sect.
"However, Lady Cilla was also somewhat different from the painting. It seemed like only her head was Lady Cilla. I vaguely saw her body outside the window, and it seemed to be... a spider."
A special soul? Angel was somewhat surprised. It seems little Sam is suitable for developing special souls in the future? This aligns with Nis’s expectations for him.
Angel: "Is there anything else?"
Little Sam hesitated for a moment: "I also seemed to hear her voice. She was calling me to find her, in that direction."
Little Sam turned around and pointed southward.
Angel’s gaze seemed to penetrate through the wall, looking south. Through the plains and forests, his sight settled on an undulating mountain range.
"Is that the direction we came from?"
Little Sam nodded: "Yes, my mother once told me Lady Cilla died of illness at Star Lake Castle. I’m a bit suspicious that Lady Cilla’s soul is still near Star Lake Castle. She’s telling me to go find her."
Angel pondered for a moment and then shook his head gently: "Don’t overthink it, it’s just a talent test meant to determine your specific talent."
"Moreover, I’ve looked at Star Lake Castle. There’s no soul with a human head and spider body there. No matter if it’s the Undead or the undead, there’s none."
Upon hearing this, although little Sam had some hesitation in his heart, he still believed Angel’s words.
"Your talent is indeed in the Soul Sect. The specific details will be explained by your future Mentor." Angel patted little Sam on the shoulder: "You can go now, Adar is still waiting for you outside."
Little Sam nodded in thanks to Angel, then left the room.
After little Sam left, Angel gazed out the window, lost in thought.
After pondering a while, he closed his eyes and entered the Wilderness of Dreams.
When he found Nis, he was sitting on a shuttle heading to the site of New City.
"Wizard Nis, are you planning to help out in New City?"
Nis nodded and sighed deeply: "Lianna asked me to help there, though honestly, I didn’t really want to..."
After a pause, Nis looked at Angel: "You’re here to find me after testing little Sam’s talent?"
Angel: "Yes, his Mental Power Value was just at 7 points. After drinking the Witch’s Soup, he’s now a Talented One."
After briefly explaining little Sam’s situation, Angel discussed what little Sam saw and heard during the talent test.
"Was the call he heard real?"
"This is the first time I’ve heard of such a situation," Nis muttered: "But the Talent Sphere pulls the tester into a world of Spiritual Sense. Whatever is seen, heard, or thought there is real."
"It’s possible that Lady Cilla really is calling him."
"A soul with a human head and spider body is one of the common special souls listed in the ’Soul Chronicle’... However, souls in this form are generally undead."
Angel: "You’re saying Lady Cilla is real, the call is real, but the call might be ill-intentioned for little Sam."
Nis nodded: "Correct, this type of special Undead is said to form from intense resentment experienced due to betrayal by blood relatives and extreme torment during life. They have a strong tendency to kill, especially towards kin."
"Regrettably, although it’s a special soul, it’s an Undead, which means it’s of no use to me."
"Nevertheless, the other party may have recognized little Sam. As a blood relative, even if little Sam doesn’t seek her out, she might still come looking for him."