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“The answer to the second question is… the illusions you experienced were not the same.”

As soon as His Highness the Prince finished speaking, the quiet hall became noisy once again.

“How is that possible? I specialize in illusions, but I have never seen anything like this…”

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“Maybe he’s lying…”

“Your Highness, you should give us a reasonable explanation…”

Kael'thas crossed his hands and lowered his head slightly. He did not maintain order in the room, but just sat quietly, smiling and looking at the crowd below.

“Quiet!”

The small gnome shouted, finally silencing the conference room again.

“You rude fools, can you shut your mouths that are even more shattered than an old dwarf woman’s?

This is the Brotherhood! A sacred place that cannot tolerate your doubts! Of course, I believe the benevolent Prince will perfectly answer our questions, don't you think?”

Wilfred first hysterically denounced the 'despicable' behavior of his colleagues. However, halfway through his words, the originally angry gnome mage seemed to change his face and turned his head, flattering Kael'thas.

“Boo…”

“Shameless bastard, I should pull out his beard one by one.”

“Who says otherwise? If I had known, I would have thrown him out of the window while he was sleeping yesterday and drowned him in the dwarves' children's swimming pool!”

The gnome mage ignored the cynical whispers of his colleagues, although his sensitive hearing allowed him to hear everything clearly.

“Interesting gnome, your name is Wilfred, right? I'll remember you. Perhaps there will be a place for you among the intermediate apprentices in the future.”

Kael'thas pointed in the direction of the gnome mage and stood up with a smile.

His Highness the Prince didn't care about this kind of flattery. Deeply influenced by the art of emperors, he knew that the standard for judging a talent was not singular, but should be based on the value that person could create.

Subordinates who only know how to work hard and have considerable strength are at best thugs, at most top thugs.

But opportunists like Wilfred may not be liked by the mainstream aesthetic, nor can they gain the complete trust of superiors.

But Kael'thas understood that their cause needed people with flexible minds and great ambitions (ambitions).

“The third question, the Brotherhood naturally has its own set of evaluation standards, and I will explain it to everyone in detail later. Alright, you have five minutes left.”

…

Five minutes later, the last questioner sat down unwillingly. Subsequent winners asked another 4 or 5 questions, but compared to the three questions the gnome mage asked at the beginning, the subsequent questioners obviously did not ask the key points.

“Alright, time’s up. Although your questions were long and boring, this is the rule set by the mentor. The winners can obtain the right to know.

Let’s continue our previous topic. Perhaps one of you brave volunteers would like to join my next demonstration?”

His Highness the Prince stroked his smooth chin, looking at the crowd below.

“Wuwu… let go of me, you dirty pigs, take your dirty hands away, damn it, you rude dwarf, don’t you ever wash your hands after going to the toilet, ah! Which bastard pushed me!”

The gnome mage had just broken free from the restraints of his 'colleagues' when he was pushed out by some immoral fellow.

“Well, alright, Mr. Wilfred, I have to say that you are an adventurous gnome, which is very valuable. It seems I have to add two more strokes to your resume.”

“I’m not… I didn’t… Okay, I’m the brave volunteer.”

The gnome mage walked to Kael'thas with three steps and one turn of his head, looking depressed.

“Buzz…”

A huge light curtain slowly appeared on the wall behind His Highness the Prince. A blurry picture appeared on the light curtain, and as time passed, the picture gradually became clearer.

Many winners looked at the picture on the wall in surprise, all shocked and speechless.

‘It’s like a real-time magic image’

Serena was also shocked, but after all, she came from a famous family, and this existence similar to a later-generation 'television' was quickly seen through by the girl.

“Daddy, why did this gnome uncle run onto the wall? Hey, this jungle looks familiar. Wow, isn’t this the cabin we just passed?”

Martina kept exclaiming, and Will. Fist had to cover the little girl’s mouth and constantly gave apologetic smiles to the surrounding 'colleagues'.

“I… this is the jungle I just passed through, and the cabin? Unbelievable, unbelievable, this seventh-circle forbidden spell is simply a monument to the illusion system!”

The gnome mage looked at himself on the screen, gesticulating and talking狂热.

Just as everyone was watching with relish, the picture suddenly froze.

“I believe everyone has some guesses. That’s right, what appears in the picture is a reappearance of the illusion experienced by Mr. Wilfred, and in front of this cabin are some clues you know.”

“Before the decryption game starts, I think it is necessary to explain the working mechanism and principle of this illusion to everyone.

The reason it is called the Mirage Illusion is because everything in the illusion will gradually form with the host’s will form.

For example, Mr. Wilfred is a, uh… how should I put it, shrewd? Hmm, I like this adjective.

Mr. Wilfred is a shrewd gnome, and everything in the illusion will change with his personality, habits, and spirit.

Here I would like to remind everyone that personality is only a reference, and the most important thing is the true self in this person’s heart…

But one thing, although the Mirage Illusion is a seventh-circle forbidden spell, it does not have the mental magic of distorting the mind.

So… everything you face, except for those 'parameters' we set in advance, are the most true reflections of your heart!”

People carefully pondered what His Highness the Prince said, and the gnome mage, who was originally complacent, suddenly stayed in place, sweating profusely.

“Your… Your Highness, I…”

“Backing down is not an excellent quality of a mage elite. I hope Mr. Wilfred can carefully consider his future career. This may be a rare opportunity.”

Kael'thas smiled brightly, but the playful look overflowing from the corner of his eyes still made the gnome's back chill, and he dared not say anything.

“How… how could it be? I just wanted to praise the master who created this seventh-circle spell. This genius-like idea is simply… amazing.”

After taking a deep look at the shivering little gnome, Kael'thas turned his head and continued to smile at everyone.

He took out an expensive epic magic wand from his waist at some point, and pointed it at the screen behind him like a pointer.

“Now let’s follow this gnome to the cabin…

The door is closed, which means he is an exclusivist. On the contrary, if the door is open, it means you are willing to share with others.”

“Sorry, I have a question…”

A thin, Mediterranean middle-aged human stood up and asked hesitantly.

“Please speak.”

“The closed door means this person is an exclusivist, and the open door means he is willing to share. You mean that’s right, right?”

“That’s right, that’s indeed the case.”

“I don’t mean to offend, but what I want to say is that the thinking of intelligent creatures is ever-changing. I am very happy, so I am very willing to share my food or something else with others.

But as time goes by, I am very angry and furious because of some things, so I won’t give others a good look, and there is no need to mention sharing, so… is your interpretation a bit too one-sided?”

The Mediterranean man primly tidied his cuffs, speaking with a pure Alterac aristocratic accent, with a bit of a gentleman's air.

But from the faded blue striped collar, one can see that this 'gentleman' may not be doing too well.

“A very insightful speech, but if it’s just to attract my attention, there’s no need. I have already deeply understood everyone’s information and files, so sit down, ‘brilliant’ human gentleman.”

Kael'thas said jokingly, causing a burst of sarcastic laughter.

The Mediterranean man sat down embarrassedly. He did have the intention of attracting the attention of the 'examiner' Kael'thas in order to gain the appreciation of His Highness the Prince, but he obviously miscalculated.

“The loopholes in this gentleman’s words are surprisingly large. I don’t know if his ears are the same as his head… uh, sorry, it’s too rude to say that, but what I want to say is that this gentleman obviously changed the concept.”

Kael'thas cleared his throat and continued:

“I said just now that everything that appears in the illusion is the host’s own consciousness form. Even if he intentionally wants to change his mood, it’s useless, because the horror of this illusion is that it can directly see into one’s heart.

All lies will have nowhere to hide in front of it. The person who enters the illusion will face himself like facing his own shadow, which is also the origin of the name Mirage Illusion.

For example, this gentleman just said that his mood will change, so will the door also change?

The thoughts of intelligent beings are ever-changing, which is understandable. However, you must remember one thing: a person's inherent nature is impossible to change.

It's like this door. The answer I provide is just a standard answer, only to be used as a base, a reference. Of course, this reference is still highly valuable and can be directly used as the standard answer.

The meeting room was quiet, and people were pondering Prince Kael'thas's words.

As time passed, everyone except Mr. Heavy Punch, who looked blank, showed a look of understanding.

Looking at Wilfred, the originally pale-faced gnome mage looked even more dejected.

He was a clever person, and from the moment Kael'thas began explaining, he understood the core of the Phantasmal Mirror - shadows.

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No one wants to expose their inner self nakedly in front of everyone, let alone be criticized.

But one can't twist one's arm against one's thigh. Coupled with the desire for power and knowledge, the exceptionally intelligent Wilfred could only admit his bad luck.

Alright, we've wasted too much time. Next, I'll speed up the decryption process.

Kael'thas clapped his hands, attracting everyone's attention to himself, and then leisurely continued:

"We have now entered the cabin. Oh, it's a triangular table. The illusion mentors and Lord Belovar designed three models for this table. Although they can't perfectly encompass everyone's personality, they can still cover 80% of them.

Okay, enough nonsense. What we see now is a triangular table, which represents that the host's heart is very picky and has almost no friends. Gnome, am I right?"

"N-no... No..."

Wilfred nodded stiffly, trembling. The gnome at this moment was like a lamb, nakedly placed on the guests' dining table, ready to be tasted.

'Ugh... this feeling is terrible!'

The gnome mage thought angrily.

"If the table is round, it means you are very willing to trust your friends. If the table is square, it means you are a bit picky about your friends and only welcome those who share your interests.

Next is the vase on the table. The vase we see is clearly made of metal, which also means you are a strong person in life and don't easily bow to difficulties.

Here's a secret that's not a secret: this detail screens out 95% of the applicants, so... you should understand what kind of vase the losers saw, right?"

Kael'thas smiled mysteriously, but his words failed to elicit exclamations from the crowd. The meeting room was unusually silent.

"The mentors once said that those who join the Brotherhood can be beggars, slaves, or even disabled people.

These are not important. As long as you have a strong heart, then congratulations, you have already stepped into the threshold of the Brotherhood."

"Clap clap clap..."

Crisp applause rang out in the silent meeting room. Serena clapped expressionlessly. These words touched the girl's heart and she admired them very much.

As if triggering a chain reaction, the originally silent 'winners' also began to applaud one after another.

These winners may have been bastards, villains, or criminals, but undoubtedly they were all strong people in life. Even with only weak strength, they never bowed to life.

These applauses were not so much for these words as they were for themselves.

Kael'thas pressed his hands down, and the 'movie' behind him continued with the prince's movements.

"We walked out of the cabin and came to a waterfall. Here..."

The prince continued to press the 'pause' button, pointing to the golden light spots in the pool.

"This is a key. You may have a doubt, what is this key for? Let me reveal another secret that is not a secret.

This key eliminates the remaining 4% of the applicants, and the true meaning of the key is... planning!

A person who has strong strength but has no plan for his life, no matter how strong his strength is, it is just a reflection in the water and a flower in the mirror.

A true strong person should have a clear understanding of his life, know what he wants to do, what he wants, and not just follow the crowd, so congratulations to you, the 1% of the strong.

Applause continued, and this time no one raised their own questions, because with Prince Kael'thas's explanation, they realized that the facts were indeed the case.

"We bypassed the waterfall and came to a castle. The castle here represents the bond. A brand new castle means that the bond in your heart still exists and you regard it as a treasure.

An old castle indicates that the person, thing, or something else that you are concerned about has passed away or cannot be retained.

A decaying castle means that the bond in your heart has long died, and you no longer care about it, but you still think of it from time to time.

I won't interpret it too much here, after all, it's Lord Wilfred's private matter.

Let us continue to move forward. We have come to a flower garden. There are more than a dozen meanings of the flowers in the flower garden.

For example, a rose indicates that your mind is pure and your flame of hope is very strong.

Roses represent that you desire love and desire to have a happy world for two people. Uh, sorry, it seems that our gnome has a pink dream."

"No! Don't look! I don't! Don't talk nonsense! I don't... I don't..."

Wilfred screamed out of control. As more and more laughter sounded, the gnome mage's voice became weaker and weaker, until he hugged his head with his hands, squatted on the ground, and couldn't say a word.

"Sorry, this is all for popular science. I believe you can understand my good intentions."

Kael'thas glanced at the gnome squatting on the ground with a hint of sympathy, and then continued:

"There is a box in the flower garden. A metal box represents that you are conceited and have your own personality, while a cardboard box or a wooden box represents that you are a humble person.

Next, we walk out of the flower garden and come to a big bridge. As we all know, bridges represent communication and connection. We have roughly replaced this talent or personality with three materials for everyone, arranged here from weak to strong.

A metal bridge means that you have very good organizational skills, can communicate well with others, and have a good relationship with your subordinates or colleagues, just like our gnome, whose illusion shows a metal bridge. The others are wooden bridges and rattan bridges, which will not be explained here.

When we cross the bridge, we don't get any clues. This is the penultimate clue and the last elimination checkpoint.

I said before, what is the most important thing for a strong person? Strength? A clear understanding of oneself? Or a persevering personality?

That's right, I believe everyone will choose the third one, a persevering personality.

If some people still have objections to the initial vase clues, thinking that they are slightly biased, then this level is the key clue to filter out the last 0.5%.

All of you here have undoubtedly put a lot of effort on this bridge, but you did not give up halfway, but tried again and again until you exhausted your strength, so you stayed, while those 'strong people' left with their tails between their legs."

Serena lowered her head, her pretty face under the hood was flushed. Just once, just one more time and she would have given up. She understood that she still had a long way to go to become a strong person, but Kael'thas's words were like a clear spring, gradually making her dusty heart transparent.

Wilfred sat blankly on the ground, staring unconsciously at the direction in front of him.

...

"Fizzban, give up. Gnomeregan is not lacking archmages, but great mechanics like Mekgineer Thermaplugg!

Great craftsmen like Mekkatorque, give up your useless magic, grab a wrench and a trimmer, don't let me look down on you! You delusional coward!"

...

"Haha, a gnome, actually a gnome, hahaha, a gnome actually wants to apply for an intermediate lecturer at Dalaran?

Apart from being as arrogant as that fool named... what was his name? Right, Mana Storm, what else do you have? And that funny mustache? Hahaha, did you see it? That mustache, haha... haha,"

...

"Fizzban, when will you give up your unrealistic theories? We are thirty years old, no longer young. If you still can't give me a home, then I can only... leave you."

...

Memories are like sharp bayonets, stabbing Wilfred's heart one after another.

He was in so much pain that he was about to faint, but he quickly woke up.

"I may have lost a lot, but I still have a... brave heart..."