After two boring arithmetic classes, Alan's favorite physical education class was next.
Girls go to the tennis court to spend their youth.
The boys were driven into the hellish martial arts training hall and accepted ruthless ravage by instructor Carter.
Allen took a deep breath and fully drew the bowstring.
The arrow flew out with a whoosh and hit the target fifty meters away.
"Eight rings!"
Instructor Carter took out a tin flask from his pocket, secretly drank a sip of wine away from the students' eyes, smacked his lips with satisfaction, then wrote down Allen's score, and commented in passing:
"There is still room for improvement, keep working hard!"
"Hey! Look at me next!"
A short and muscular boy with a tuft of yellow hair on his head came over carrying a bow.
Pretend to be nonchalant, shoot an arrow at random, and hit the target!
"Ten rings!" Instructor Carter turned his head and glanced at Xiao Huangmao, "Robin, the fifty-meter range is too short for you."
"Yes, instructor! I usually practice with my dad at home, and I always shoot at a target a hundred meters away. Basically, my score is around the ninth ring."
While Xiao Huangmao was showing off, he also winked at Allen in a cowardly manner.
"hehe……"
Allen sneered and walked over and pinched the back of his neck, like an eagle catching a chicken.
"You are very arrogant, Robin! I am not as good as you in archery, but when it comes to fighting... shall we go to the ring to practice?"
"Well, forget it! I admit that you are better at this!" Robin was immediately frightened.
This boy is Allen's best friend in school. His father is a hunter and is recognized as a marksman in the town. He is also good at bow and arrow.
However, Robin's physique is far inferior to Allen's, and he will only get beaten if he fights with bare hands.
"Alan! You didn't come to school this morning. We thought you were abducted by the circus too!"
Another boy joins the chat.
"I didn't come this morning. It really had to do with the circus."
With the help of words, Allen briefly recounted his experience again.
Speaking of the thrilling place, the boys around him became restless.
Some people were nervous, some were amazed, and some suspected that he was exaggerating and bragging about himself as a brave and resourceful hero.
Allen was too lazy to pay attention to those questioning voices and was more concerned about another thing.
"I heard that two senior boys are missing from our school. Do you know who they are?"
"Both of them are in fifth grade, Marlowe from Class 1, and Hugo from Class 3." someone answered.
Allen nodded thoughtfully.
Marlowe and Hugo are both boys in the same grade as Kelly.
I heard my sister mention it before that these two boys have tested as high-level warlocks and are highly regarded by the principal.
"I heard that he ate candy from the circus, fell asleep, and was then taken away without anyone noticing."
"There were at least two to three hundred students who went to the circus yesterday afternoon. Among them, no fewer than ten got candies in the lottery. Why were only two of them knocked unconscious?"
Someone raised doubts.
"That's right!" Robin took over, "Yesterday I also won a third prize and ate a lollipop, but I didn't feel dizzy or sleepy."
"That's because your qualifications are too poor and the kidnappers don't like you."
Behind Robin, the voice of martial arts instructor Mr. Carter suddenly came.
"Instructor, what do you mean by this?" Robin asked unconvinced.
"Do you want me to be more clear?"
Carter glanced at him lightly.
"The gang that abducts children through circus shows has tampered with the lottery box."
"When you put your hands in for the lottery, you unknowingly performed a blood test."
"The conductor will record the test results and then give out prizes, which are lollipops, to those children who have the potential to be warlocks."
"Robin, you won the prize, which means you have the qualifications to be a warlock, but the fact that your lollipops were not mixed with drugs means that your qualifications are only inferior and it is difficult to become a real warlock."
"The truly valuable targets for abduction are those children who have tested average or even above-average qualifications."
"The lollipops given to them in the name of prizes were all drugged."
"Mr. Carter, how did you know these inside stories?" Allen asked calmly.
"The two missing boys, Marlowe and Hugo, are the promising talents of the principal, Ms. Sola. What's more, they are children from rich families. The matter has become big. How could I not know about it?"
Mr. Carter stroked his mustache and smiled bitterly.
"Now the principal and the police chief are very angry and are tracing the whereabouts of the circus. The inside story I just mentioned was heard from a police officer friend."
"So that's it..." Robin scratched his head, his expression a little complicated, "Maybe I should be grateful for my mediocre talent."
"That's right! In addition to Marlowe and Hugo, Allen was also almost kidnapped, wasn't it?" Robin suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Allen with envy in his eyes: "In that case, Allen
Lun’s warlock qualifications are definitely not bad!”
Instructor Carter had the same guess and asked Allen: "Have you ever tested your bloodline pedigree?"
Although he had already measured his bloodline genealogy with the help of the "Taotie System", Allen still shook his head.
Students studying in this school can have their bloodline pedigree tested for free once a year from the age of twelve to sixteen, focusing on checking the type and concentration of extraordinary bloodline.
These two indicators jointly determine a person's warlock talent.
After the age of sixteen, the bloodline is set and the hope of continued growth is very small.
Allen has just turned twelve and has not yet had his blood test taken at school.
"You'd better go test it, you might be surprised." Instructor Carter warned.
Allen nodded and asked the instructor: "Mr. Carter, are you a warlock?"
"I'm sorry, I'm just a high-level apprentice, not a real warlock." The instructor was a little embarrassed, "The main reason is that my talent is not good enough, and I have only awakened a tauren bloodline."
"Tauren...you know, they are similar to orcs and ogres. They have brute strength, but unfortunately they have low mental strength and are not good at magic."
"Most of the sorcerer apprentices with Tauren bloodline are unable to awaken their spellcasting talents, so they can only settle for the second best and major in martial arts."
"Tauren bloodline is actually pretty good."
Robin comforted Instructor Carter, whose pride was hurt.
"The centaur bloodline inherited from our family's ancestors is really not as good as the tauren."
"Instructor, you are a senior apprentice after all. My father is only a junior apprentice until now, and he is not as good as you!"
Allen could hear it.
Robin's words appeared to be self-deprecating, but in fact they were showing off.
In the lives of ordinary people, it is difficult to see a real warlock.
In this small town, the only warlock Allen knows is the principal, Aunt Sola, who is said to be a first-level "natural warlock". The mayor must be respectful in front of her.
Under the sorcerers, junior apprentices and advanced apprentices already have special skills that ordinary people cannot achieve, and they will not do too badly.
For example, Instructor Carter, whose status and salary in the school are second only to the principal, is also the idol of the boys.
Robin's father, Mr. Hunter, is the most famous hunter in the entire town of Quint and the current president of the hunting guild.
In contrast, Allen's parents, who run a tavern, although their business is booming, their family is relatively well-off, and they are quite famous among the neighbors, their social status is not as good as Carter and Hunter.