Super Dimensional Wizard

Chapter 120 All Lives Comments

On the endless plateau, ten talents sit or stand, and are at a loss.

They did not know that, not far away, the five official wizards, hiding in shape in the air, were whispering.

"What happened to the child who stood on the shoulder on the shoulder? Did he see us?" He spoke of an all-white man, a white-brown white-browed, white-bearded, thin-headed old man who was very kind.

A graceful red-haired witch's eye flashed a bright light. "No, he is just a mortal. There is no magical circulation in the body. There is no trace of the mental model."

"That's weird. I always feel that he seems to see us. Is it my illusion? Maybe." The old man murmured for a moment and turned to look at the two people not far away, with a hint of disgust on his face: Sanders, these talents are all recruited by you, how are all the melons and melons? And only ten people! You have created a record of the brutal caves, the record with the fewest number!"

"So some people, how do we divide? I still lack a few miscellaneous, I don't care, at least score me seven or eight people!" White old man rolled up his sleeves, a pair of people want to sip a tornado.

Standing on the opposite side of Sanders, the gray-haired old man Nice, snickered for a moment, and threw a "see, I know it would be like this" look for Sanders.

Sanders’ eyes were also placed on the talented person, but he only looked at Angel, and he was a bit strange to Angel’s keen insight. He didn’t know how Angel found them. Yes, Sanders was convinced that Angel had found them invisible, because Angel had looked at them twice, and when others asked him, his answer was quite wonderful, and there was something in it...

"Have you heard? I want eight people! At least give me eight people!" The old man suddenly flashed in front of Sanders, blocking his view, an old face occupying all of Saunders' sight.

Sanders looked at the person in front of him without words.

The Flora next to Sanders is turning his eyes to the back of his head. He said that he wants seven or eight people in the first second, and he becomes eight people in the next second. This increase is too fast.

Although Flora had a belly, she did not intend to speak. The opposite person, do not look good and kind, but the ability to tear the splash, the entire barbarian cave he said second, no one dares to say first, Fu Laola does not want to have too much to talk to him.

However, the old man is not really lawless, at least Flora knows that Sanders is the natural nemesis of the old man.

"Nine people." Sanders said slowly.

White old man's expression "I didn't get it wrong", his face flashed a ecstasy, and he resisted the excitement: "You say nine people?"

Sanders nodded.

The old man laughed, his sleeves were closed, and the torn posture changed. He made a "senior senior" expression: "Not bad, Sanders is very good this time. Since you have to force me 9 people, then I am welcome."

When the old man finished, he put on a look of picking people, and finally came to the conclusion: that the aliens don't want to go, the other goes with me!

Sanders looked at the white man's big hand and made a decision. He said quietly: "I mean that there are only nine people in this talent, not ten."

When the old man was white, Sanders was not going to give him nine people, but was correcting his mistakes? The old man squinted at the mixed-race named "Baruba" and threw him away. Isn't it just nine people!

The old man turned his head and looked at Sanders with a squint: "Why, do you have to regret it?" The old man was swaying in the end, only if Sanders had just corrected him, or what he was doing.

The old man even put on a look that "you dare to refuse, I will tear it off."

Sanders stared at the white man coldly: "Nine people, except the teenager with a bird on the shoulder, other people you love or not."

After that, Sanders was still sarcastically saying: "Walace, you are useless with me. I will agree with you and give all the other nine people to you. Do you think you can really get it?"

The opposite white man, named Wallace. It is the representative sorcerer of the Savage Cave School.

Wallace also knows that even if he is set now, the school will not be able to get it all. At the end of the personnel distribution, there must be certain rules.

Wallace secretly muttered: "Not blaming you, only ten talents!"

"It’s too little, then the next new recruiting task will be handed over to you." Sanders said.

Wallace’s face was green, and he waved his hand, and put out his fist and covered his mouth. He coughed two times: “I am old, this kind of thing is still done by young people...”

Sanders sneered: "I am the same year as you."

Wallace: "..."

Sanders: "And, I repeat, not ten people, I only recruited nine talents, from the nine cabin blood."

Wallace turned his head and looked at Sanders with a sceptical look: "If you don't count ten people, what is the child with the bird? Why doesn't he count it in? Don't think that I didn't pay attention to him, he 15 Point mental value, absolute talent!"

Sanders smiled slightly: "Because... he is my student."

When the words came out, except for Flora and the old-fashioned old man Nice, Wallace and the red-haired witch were all shocked to see Sanders!

Sanders actually took the apprentice!

......

After the shock, the atmosphere returned to normal for a while, but for Sanders' new students, Wallace and the red-haired witches paid a little more attention.

Looking at Angel's behavior, Wallace said after a long time: "How do you feel that this kid doesn't match Sanders at all."

Sanders didn't answer, but his eyes were like cold knives, and he stung to Wallace.

"Cough... The talent of this session has been waiting for a long time, and you have seen the heart reaction of the test. Now let’s talk about the first impression." The gray-haired old man Nice, they will The talented person was left alone on the plateau to test his heart reaction, which is the last procedure for them to enter the barbarian cave.

On the way, although Nice has not appeared, it actually records the character of each talented person in secret. After the last record is completed, each person's file will be set up. Finally, he and Sanders will write down the comments of the talented people.

Comments are entered into the archives. In many cases, formal wizards refer to the comments on the archives when selecting apprentices.

The comments of the wizarding community are not the same as those of the teachers of the mortal college. The comment said that a talent is very kind, very friendly, and very generous. These good qualities are not the primary criteria for formal wizards to select apprentices. Sometimes, selfish, overbearing, hazy, irritating and other comments may become the standard for formal wizards to consider.

"Who started first?" Nice looked at everyone.

"I will come first." The red-haired witch said.

Nice to look at it: "Then start with the enchantment."

The witch named Fire Charm reached out and pointed to one of the talented people: "I am quite interested in the young man named Orlando, self-willed, childish, self, but knows restraint and self-reflection. Strong, when you get along with your best friends, you can also see the side of the loyal dog."

(End of this chapter)