Chapter 8

First update! Thank you, Milk, for pointing out that Ryan came to visit. I've been dealing with Ryan for over a year, and I accidentally mentioned him again. Thank you, Milk, it's already fixed!

"Five hundred gold coins!" Viscount Locke hesitated a bit, after all, 500 gold coins was a considerable amount.

"Hehe, if I were you, my lord, I would take the bet. A talented warrior is worth more than this." The old man chuckled and said.

"Alright! Then I'll trouble you, Master." Viscount Locke, hearing the old man's words, felt a bit nervous and immediately agreed.

"Hehe, that's the spirit. Here, this is a water healing scroll I'm giving you. It's not worth much, but it can be quite useful at times." The old man fished out a small, thumb-thick piece of animal skin tied with a blue ribbon from his clothes and carefully handed it to Viscount Locke.

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master." Viscount Locke quickly took it and carefully placed it in a wooden box, then carefully stored it close to his body. Of course, he also quickly took out the gold coins.

"Harrig, Cook, you two must listen to Master. After all, you two have the highest chance of awakening your talents. This time, I'm placing a medium bet." Viscount Locke came to Harrig and Cook and carefully instructed them.

"Actually, there's no need to worry. Whoever goes first, drink this potion, then walk into the center of the magic circle. Remember, only come out if you can't bear it anymore." The old man held two small, thumb-thick, about 3 centimeters high bottles with a faint glow and solemnly instructed.

"I'll go first!" Harrig immediately stood up and said in a deep voice.

"Alright, you go first." The old man, with a flick of his hand, made the potion in the bottle fly out like a large water droplet and instantly enter Harrig's mouth.

"Go!" The old man commanded in a tone that brooked no argument.

Harrig's whole body had turned red, and his breathing had become rapid, but he quickly walked to the position the old man had designated.

"朤甴卐甴?巜弐〨〥〆〦朤〨〥〆〤卐〧〧朤卐巜の〣弎〡!" The old man recited a series of tongue-twisting words, and this time the metal patterns on the magic circle glowed a bit brighter.

"Ah!!!" At that moment, Harrig's body was enveloped in a yellow glow, and his entire body was bathed in a faint yellow light.

"Surprisingly, he has awakened the earth attribute fighting spirit and the double strength talent of the Pigman race." The old man carefully examined the crystal ball in his hand and exclaimed.

"What, he actually awakened the fighting spirit, and it's the earth attribute known for its defensive power, and he even has the double strength talent of the Pigman race?" Viscount Locke also exclaimed.

"Yes, congratulations, my lord. Later, you can register Harrig's information for free at the Mage Guild, and the cost for awakening the bloodline talent can be waived, just sign some documents." The old man was also very excited, as this was his client, a bloodline fighting spirit warrior, which was quite rare, at least more useful than those fat and wealthy nobles.

"Cook, it's your turn." Viscount Locke, hearing the old man's words, calmed down a bit and then saw Cook. He had a premonition that Cook's chance of awakening was higher. If another bloodline talent warrior was awakened, he would have two bloodline talent warriors, which would significantly improve his status in the family.

"Com... coming." Cook was already stunned by the magic circle and the old man's magical skills. His mind was in turmoil. He originally thought this was a place similar to ancient Europe, but seeing this, Cook knew it was another world. The mages of ancient Europe and the mages here were clearly not the same profession.

Cook didn't know how his mouth opened wide, but he felt the potion was like a ball of fire, making his whole body feel like it was about to explode. At this moment, the old man had already activated the magic circle, and the metal patterns on it glowed slightly.

Cook suddenly felt the fire in his body rush to his eyes. Instantly, Cook saw a very strange scene. The room was filled with countless shiny lines and colorful light points, green, red, yellow, gold, white, and various other colors. But just for a moment, Cook's eyes returned to normal, and the feeling of his body about to explode diminished.

However, outside, the old man was in a panic: "Damn, damn, he actually has triple mental power. Is this a joke?" The old man frantically sprinkled some unknown powder into the center of the magic circle, and he didn't even have time to look at the crystal ball.

"è?íΟΗλλΗΠéDeóφΦΖγD!" But Cook didn't know, as a powerful force was crazily entering his body. Cook's already swollen body felt even more uncomfortable. Cook gritted his teeth, though he didn't know what the force was, he knew that persistence was victory. Cook clenched his teeth, but he didn't notice that the explosive force also surged to his mouth. Cook couldn't hold it anymore and let out a loud roar, and a bright green light burst around his body.

"Uh!" The old man, who had just stopped sprinkling the unknown powder, was suddenly startled by Cook's roar.

Viscount Locke carried the unconscious Cook down and asked excitedly, "Master, did it succeed?"

"Yes, it did succeed, and better than expected. This little guy actually has triple mental power, and he has also awakened the fighting spirit, but it's the wood attribute. I'm puzzled, isn't the wood attribute usually unique to the elf bloodline? How did it appear in a rabbitman, and the most peculiar thing is that the awakened bloodline talent is extremely rare, even among rabbitmen." The old man's face showed a strange expression when he mentioned the talent.

"Really! A rare-level talent?" Viscount Locke was almost overwhelmed with joy.

"Yes! It's the 'Animal Speech' talent of rabbitmen." The old man took a deep breath and then looked at Cook again before saying.

"Animal Speech?" Viscount Locke asked in confusion.

"It means he can communicate with all animals, understand what they say, and the animals can understand him." The old man explained.

"Then isn't this talent quite good?" Viscount Locke asked weakly.

"Good my ass, this is a trash talent. Think about it, magical beasts use mental power to communicate, what use is this talent? What can you do with the lowest-level beasts? Bring them home to eat their meat?" The old man, hearing Viscount's words, said irritably.

"Trash talent, but rare-level?" Viscount Locke was almost fainting.

"But it's still good that this kid has triple mental power, making him very suitable to be a magic warrior. If he had four or five times the mental power, he could become a mage." The old man added.

"A wood attribute magic warrior?" Viscount Locke said the name in confusion.

"This, this seems to be a profession unique to the elf race. The human race, the human race doesn't seem to have it!" The old man said hesitantly upon hearing the name.

"Then isn't this another trash attribute?" Viscount Locke asked, somewhat disappointed.

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