Lord Wizard: Starting your studies with infinite magic crystals!

The day of recruitment arrived. That morning, on the top floor of the Colosseum Hotel, Wayne stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking at the bustling crowd, he couldn't help but smile; these people might all be his future subordinates.

"All the world's talents are now within our grasp."

Only now did Wayne understand the meaning of those words after truly standing in that position.

"Well said!!"

The sudden sound startled Wayne slightly, but he quickly realized who it was.

Turn around.

"Uncle, you flatter me."

The Derry family, along with Philna and Philia, entered through the door. The one who had just spoken was General Derry, and beside them was a burly dwarf who was no more than 1.5 meters tall.

While Wayne was observing him, Thor was also observing Wayne. However, unlike Wayne, who glanced at him and then looked away, Thor stared intently at him.

General Derry walked over to Wayne and patted him on the shoulder.

"You're great in every way, except that you're sometimes too modest."

As he spoke, he put his arm around Wayne, turned around, and pointed to the students who were continuously entering the hotel below, as well as the crowd watching the spectacle, saying, "Only those who have stood in this position can understand this feeling."

"How could you possibly be embarrassed?"

Upon hearing this, Wayne didn't respond. After all, Wayne couldn't bring himself to praise himself. It wasn't that he wasn't worthy of praise, but rather that he felt ashamed.

At this moment, Murora pointed to the dwarf and introduced him: "Young master, this is Thor, a level 5 blacksmith."

Wayne turned to look at Thor and nodded slightly. This time, Wayne was not as humble as usual, because different people require different approaches.

Thor's purpose was clear: the only way to deal with or subdue such a person was to offer him incentives; no matter what Wayne said, he probably wouldn't be interested.

Therefore, Wayne's first words were...

"I've heard my aunt mention you. I can give you your name, but there are so many dwarfs in the world."

Why should I give it to you?

Upon hearing this, Thor paused slightly, then stepped forward and knelt on one knee, clenching his fist and crossing it over his chest. He looked at Wayne with unwavering determination: "For my ideals, I can give everything!"

The words fell.

Wayne laughed, a wild and unrestrained laugh that lasted a long time before finally stopping, because Wayne saw the determination in Thor's eyes—the look of someone willing to sacrifice everything for their ideals.

And that was the answer he was looking for.

Or rather, the attitude of the dwarf Thor.

"You're a smart person."

"Young Master too."

Wayne was pleased to see how quickly Thor changed his mind, because both sides had seen through each other's intentions.

Wayne wants Thor to submit, while Thor wants Wayne's support. Anyone who isn't hopelessly stupid can see that Wayne will eventually form a dragon knight order.

Thor undoubtedly saw this, and it was only a matter of time before this future dragon knight order became legendary. Thor's goal was to forge weapons for this dragon knight order.

If successful, the name of Thor, the master blacksmith, will naturally accompany the legendary story of this dragon knight order.

"After today, I want you to build a team of blacksmiths, which will serve as the weapon production base for my future territory."

"Yes, young master."

Get up.

"Yes, young master."

Thor stood up and respectfully stepped aside, while Wayne turned his gaze to Aurora, who stepped forward.

"Young Master."

"Um."

"I'm issuing a temporary notice to all the trainees who have come to participate in the recruitment. The top ten in the same level battles will be selected as dragon knights for training. Talent and family background will not be considered. I only want my most loyal sword."

The words fell.

The first person to be excited was Thor, for no other reason than that he had just joined the young master and formed the Dragon Knights, which was simply the greatest reward for him.

What else could he say?

loyalty!!!

"Yes, young master."

After saying that, Aurora turned and walked downstairs.

At this moment, Andrew stepped forward.

"Young Master, are you really not considering talent?"

Wayne shook his head with amusement, just then General Derry slapped Andrew on the back of the head.

"what!"

Andrew turned around in pain and saw General Derry, who, for the first time, retorted, "Father!"

"It's one thing to do it at home, but to hit me in front of the young master? Can't you even show me some respect?"

General Delhi was so angry he laughed.

"Then tell me, as a squire knight, when did it become your turn to ask your master questions?"

Upon seeing this, Wayne quickly waved his hand.

"No, Uncle."

"If you want to hit your son, you don't need to make excuses. I don't care about Andrew's problem, and the reason I laughed just now was because I thought the question was rather...

"Hmm...it's relatively simple, yes, it's simple."

Philia couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then quickly hid behind Instructor Philna.

He thought to himself.

He clearly meant to say "stupid," and even I could tell. That big guy was really dumb!

Wait a minute, why did I say "lian"?

Never mind, let's laugh first!

Faced with Wayne's sudden betrayal, General Derry looked suspiciously at his own hands and then at Murora.

"Honey, do I give the impression of being the kind of person who likes to hit children?"

Murora replied, suppressing a laugh.

"No!"

Seeing that the matter had passed, Wayne, fearing he might lose his composure, quickly turned around and looked outside.

As for being offensive?

That's ridiculous. It's like asking if Liu Bei would be afraid of Zhang Fei barging into his bedroom with a sword.

of course not.

Wayne was the same; he had no suspicion of Andrew Wayne, a man who was willing to join his ranks for his sister's sake.

How bad can things get?

Besides, he's not a bad person, just a bit dull.

At this moment, Andrew, who was a few beats slower, finally reacted and first looked at his father.

"Father, apologize!!"

The voice was strong and clear, but it was ruthlessly suppressed by General Delhi's large, fan-like hand.

Seemingly feeling a bit embarrassed, Andrew turned to look at Philia, only to be met with Philna's amused gaze. Seeing this, Andrew chickened out, after all, he had heard from his sister Aurora that the person in front of him was a level seven powerhouse.

He's not stupid, he's not dumb.

Finally, having exhausted all other options, he turned his gaze to Wayne, who seemed to be drawn to something outside.

He moved closer.

"Young Master, why don't you pay attention to talent?"

Wayne was unaware of all the events that had transpired in such a short time. He showed no impatience with Andrew's question, as he had been about to answer it himself but had been interrupted.

Instead of answering directly, Wayne asked a question.

What are the prerequisites for entering the central university?

Andrew answered instinctively.

"They possess at least one advanced talent; everyone knows that."

"Um."

"Young Master, you still haven't told me the answer. Hmm what?"

Upon hearing this, Wayne rubbed his forehead. Just then, Philia's voice rang out: "You big idiot, how bad can someone's talent be if they can get into the Central Academy?"

"Furthermore, there's a ranking of combat strength. If advanced talents are cultivating, does that mean top-tier talents should just stop?"

"Even I've figured this out, and you still haven't."

"How stupid!"

P.S.: This does not count towards the word limit.

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