Potential Test

The rooms on both sides of the corridor contained simple tables, chairs, and beds. Everything was brand new, and there was also a large bathroom.

The wooden plate in Raymon's hand was still hot, but before Raymon started checking, the prompt from the chip echoed in his ear. "Unknown information is trying to transmit. Do you want to receive it?"

The chip's reminder stunned Raymon. The hot numbered plate in his hand continued flashing.

Raymon frowned, allowed the information transfer, and closed the door.

Quickly, the information from the number plate entered Raymon's mind. It turned out that this wooden plate was the key to opening the room.

After checking the room, Raymon found no force field under the probe of the chip. Knowing there was no detection spell in the room, Raymon finally felt relieved. But he soon felt tired. After a simple wash, Raymon climbed into bed.

The two-month journey finally ended. Coupled with everything Raymon saw in this white castle, Raymon felt physically and mentally exhausted and soon fell asleep in fatigue.

Without potential threats, this sleep was the most solid Raymon had had in more than two months. Raymon did not wake up until the door was knocked on the next morning.

Rubbing his blurry eyes, Raymon opened the door and instantly broke into a cold sweat.

The knock on the door still echoed, but the corridor was empty when the door opened.

Fortunately, Raymon woke up quickly. He lowered his head and saw the little black cat squatting at the door.

Looking up at Raymon, it waved its paw politely at Raymon and then walked to the next room. It continued knocking on the door with its white paws.

Raymon narrowed his eyes, scared by the little black cat's knock. The soft little cat's paw should have made a soft sound when knocking on the wooden door, but it made a clanging metal sound instead.

Shaking his head and wryly smiling, Raymon turned and returned to his room. Soon he got up and left the room after washing up. By the time he came to the hall, many people were already waiting.

Not long after, Margaret came in with two old men, telling everyone that after the potential test, they could enter formal study.

The two stern old men led the teenagers to the rooms on both sides of the hall without any nonsense. They lined up the teenagers and started the potential test.

As the test began, Margaret, standing aside, briefly introduced the classification of wizards' apprentices' potential. According to the level of perception of energy particles, everyone has different levels of perception.

And according to everyone's test results, one can know which type of energy one has a higher affinity for. This allows targeted learning for each person and is also critical to whether learners who do not become formal wizards can advance smoothly in the future.

Standing at the end of the queue, Raymon listened carefully to Margaret's explanation while observing everyone in the room.

Today, Margaret, who appeared before everyone, had her neck and lower jaw wrapped in a scarlet scarf. Now that the terrifying parts were covered, Raymon found that she was an extremely beautiful woman.

Delicate face, deep eyes, and straight nose.

However, her ears were slightly different from ordinary people's, small and slender, somewhat similar to the elves Raymon had recorded in books before.

Perhaps due to Raymon's focused scrutiny, Margaret became alert. Soon Raymon, staring at her, attracted Margaret's angry stare.

Her dark deep eyes seemed to spin. Instantly, Raymon felt soreness in his eyes. Following that, a warning from the chip echoed in his ears. "Warning! Warning! Unknown radiation power invading..."

Raymon hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look at Margaret anymore. Just her eyes' gaze had caused him minor harm, making him realize the enormous gap in strength between them in horror.

Not daring to scrutinize Margaret carefully anymore, Raymon paid attention to her narrative while gazing at the room where the potential test was conducted.

The potential test that only took a few minutes left the teenagers who walked out of the room with different expressions.

Some had joy on their faces, some were frustrated, and some were inexplicably confused and uneasy.

When Rebecca, who had gone in before Raymon, walked out of the room, her eyes were red and swollen, and tears hung from the corners of her eyes.

Raymon frowned, about to ask, but now it was his turn to undergo the potential test. So Raymon could only give Rebecca a comforting look. Under the urging of the old man at the door, Raymon walked directly into the testing room.

The testing room was located next to the side hall of the castle, a narrow space like a storeroom. After entering, the door was closed, and the empty room instantly fell into darkness.

A moment later, when Raymon's eyesight slightly adapted to the darkness in the room, an old voice echoed in Raymon's ears. "Concentrate and feel everything around you."

Taking a deep breath, Raymon relaxed. Soon, some faintly lit suspended objects appeared in the originally pitch-black room. Raymon's eyes saw faint lights. These suspended objects seemed to be light dots of various colors floating and swaying around the room.

As time passed, the golden, yellow, and cyan lights gradually dimmed. Only the green light remained in the entire room. Raymon tentatively stretched out his hand, allowing these light dots to fall on his palm, and then, like snowflakes, the light dots melted in his palm.

"Medium potential, wood attribute!" There was a hint of joy in the old voice, as if Raymon's potential was excellent. "You can go out now."

The suddenly opened door made Raymon's eyes sting. The old man outside the door smiled at Raymon, showing his teeth.

Raymon was at the end of the queue originally. By the time he came out, most of the teenagers had finished the test. They were discussing in groups of three or two. Margaret had left while Raymon was undergoing the test. Only the two kind old men were left in the room, conducting the last two teenagers' tests.

Looking around, Raymon quickly saw Rebecca, Martina, and her cousin Hobart standing in the corner.

Hobart's leg was still plastered, but his face was full of excitement and excitement, in stark contrast to the sobbing Rebecca.