Chapter 2318 White Goose Town <TOC> Chapter 2320 Rehearsal
Translator: SumTLMan
“Who are you?” Melo’s eyebrows shot up as she demanded sharply.
Blazer lay on the ground, mumbling incoherently for a while without making a sound. He didn’t know what to say; he certainly couldn’t admit he was there to secretly spy on Sybil.
Blazer wanted to say nothing, but the look in Melo’s eyes was terrifying. Having lived in White Goose Town for many years and witnessed its darker aspects, he had never felt such immense pressure from anyone else’s gaze.
His scalp tingled under her stare, knowing he couldn’t remain silent.
At that moment, Blazer’s gaze inadvertently caught his own hand wrapped in bandages: “I, I am Omolia, a Dark Lord who has sealed away dark powers and walks among mortals.”
Blazer didn’t know what came over him, the lines from —The Dark Lord— just slipped out without him thinking.
After speaking, Blazer felt a bit ashamed, a faint, almost imperceptible blush spreading across his dirt-streaked cheeks.
“Ah? ? ?” Melo looked at Blazer strangely. What was this guy talking about? A Dark Lord walking among mortals? Could this person be a fool?
While Melo was questioning her life choices, Sybil, standing by, slightly raised her eyebrows.
As Sybil’s etiquette teacher, Melo noticed Sybil’s controlled expression and softly asked, “Do you know this brat?”
The term “brat” was used quite literally.
Sybil neither nodded nor shook her head, instead softly saying, “An insignificant troublemaker, not worth mentioning. More than him, I’m curious about how Ms. Melo managed to bring him in from outside the window. It seemed as if he was grabbed by an invisible hand, wasn’t it?”
Sybil appeared curious, but Melo knew Sybil well enough to see that she was actually changing the subject.
Moreover, her previous assessment was: insignificant, not worth mentioning… It seemed like she was belittling this self-proclaimed “Omolia” the Dark Lord, but the deeper meaning was that Sybil didn’t want her to punish him because he was insignificant.
Melo saw through Sybil’s intentions but didn’t point them out, instead silently guessing that perhaps Sybil knew this “Omolia”? Since Sybil didn’t want her to punish “Omolia,” she decided to let him off for now.
Moreover, Melo’s time in White Goose Town was limited, and she didn’t want to waste it on a brat.
With that thought, Melo cast a binding spell, conjuring a blue rope out of thin air that tightly bound Blazer, casually tossing him into a corner of the room.
Sybil didn’t say anything, but her eyes showed surprise at the sudden appearance of the rope.
Blazer also looked at the rope with a mix of astonishment and confusion. He was beginning to understand how he had entered from the window… He, a fake Dark Lord, seemed to have encountered a real Dark Lord who walked among mortals.
With this realization, a chill ran down Blazer’s spine. Facing a Dark Lord capable of such extraordinary feats, did he even have a chance to escape?
In Blazer’s heart, cries of despair were unceasing, while Melo turned to Sybil, saying, “Are you curious about these methods of mine?”
As Melo spoke, she gently formed a light orb at her fingertips, appearing mysteriously extraordinary. In reality, it was a mere novice level trick known as the Light Spell.
“Yes, Ms. Melo, what is this? Is it the legendary supernatural power?” Sybil tilted her head, examining the light orb over and over, utterly baffled about its origin.
“Supernatural power? You could say that. More precisely, it’s a wizard spell, known as a trick.” Melo didn’t want to waste time explaining the difference between tricks and spells, so she simply grouped them together.
“Ms. Melo is a wizard?” Sybil inquired.
“To be precise, I am a witch apprentice.” Melo said, “To cast such a trick, the first requirement is to become a wizard apprentice.”
Due to the urgency of time, Melo skipped the minor details, revealing just a fraction of the mysterious veil of the Wizarding World to Sybil.
Even this small fraction was enough to fill Sybil with anticipation.
When the conversation was nearly over, Melo revealed her main purpose for the visit: “Do you wish to become a wizard apprentice?”
“I do.” Sybil nodded without hesitation.
Seeing Sybil’s eager response, Melo smiled slightly. The reason she was willing to travel thousands of kilometers to find Sybil was because she understood her. Sybil appeared to be a lady on the outside, but inside, she was a girl with a strong heart.
From the initial etiquette lessons on Thin Horse Island, Melo had seen that Sybil was someone with independent thought, filled with curiosity about knowledge and the unknown.
Such a person might not fit in the world of ordinary people, but stepping into the Wizarding World to become a truly independent and powerful witch could offer a very broad future.
“Being a wizard apprentice isn’t something you can become just because you want to. You’ll need to undergo an assessment to see if you have the ticket to enter the Wizarding World.”
Sybil naturally didn’t refuse and accepted the assessment.
Melo immediately began to clear the room of various cluttered furniture, setting up facilities to test for magical talent.
While Melo was arranging the room, Blazer, who had been tossed into a corner, fell into deep thought. Melo and Sybil didn’t specifically avoid Blazer when discussing the overview of the Wizarding World, as it wasn’t exactly a secret.
After hearing the entire discussion, Blazer’s reaction was similar to Sybil’s; he too yearned for the fascinating Wizarding World.
The Dark Lord should not wallow in the shallows; the Wizarding World was his true destination!
Moreover, it seemed Sybil was also interested in entering the Wizarding World.
However, while Blazer yearned for it, he had no way and dared not express it, given his current status as a pauper.
On the other side, Melo, having prepared in advance, quickly set up various items.
“This is called the Eye of Abiras, also known as the Talent Sphere, used to test whether you have the talent to become a wizard. After you touch it with your hand, pay close attention to see if there are any changes around you.”
“The so-called changes refer to abnormal scenes…”
Melo explained the general situation of the talent test, and after making sure that Sybil understood, she began the test.
Sybil was very curious about the extraordinary world, and Melo was equally curious about Sybil. She wanted to know if her intuition was accurate.
Is Sybil truly a talent?
The answer was revealed seconds later.
When Sybil’s hand touched the Talent Sphere, it emitted a bright light that filled the entire room instantly.
Sybil herself couldn’t see these scenes, but Melo, as well as Blazer, who was secretly observing from a distance, witnessed this moment.
“What’s going on? Why is there such a bright light? Is that a coal lamp?” Blazer murmured softly, seemingly asking a silly question, but what he really wanted to know was something else.
Does Sybil have talent?
Melo glanced at Blazer, easily seeing through his thoughts. She thought Blazer knew Sybil, so she didn’t mind telling him the truth: “What coal lamp? This is the Talent Sphere. Once the Talent Sphere lights up, it means Sybil definitely has transcendent talent. It’s just unknown what her specific talent is.”
“Sybil really has talent? Then, is she going to leave White Goose Town?”
Melo: “Naturally.”
Regardless of what Sybil ultimately decides, the fact that she has talent is already confirmed. In order not to waste Sybil’s talent, even if Melo doesn’t successfully lure Sybil into the Savage Grottoes, she will inform the wizards at White Coral Floating Island Academy of Sybil’s talent when leaving White Goose Town.
So, in the end, Sybil will inevitably leave White Goose Town.
Hearing this answer, a hint of reluctance flashed in Blazer’s eyes. Will he not see Sybil in the future?
He remembered a scene from —The Dark Lord—, where the young lord bids farewell to a girl from a small town. The narration said: They thought they would meet again in the future, still holding onto the hope of reunion. However, they didn’t know that this departure would be their last meeting.
The life of mortals is like a journey in reverse, hurried and brief. When the young lord returned to the town, he was still young, but the town girl had already been laid to rest.
This was the part of —The Dark Lord— that Blazer found most regrettable. And now, such a scene seemed to be projected from the book into reality.
Sybil was on the brink of embarking on an extraordinary journey, while Blazer, a young man from the town, could only watch her departure with longing eyes.
Yet, Sybil was unaware of Blazer’s existence. When she returned to White Goose Town a century later, she might not even notice his grave.
This scenario was even more tragic than any novel.
As Blazer was lost in his thoughts, Sybil, on the other hand, had just snapped back to reality from her talent test.
Melo inquired about what Sybil had seen during her talent test. After a moment of reflection, Sybil said, “I was sitting on a chair, but strangely, what my eyes saw was not the room but a vast expanse of land. There were azure skies, towering trees, and galloping elephants. I myself turned into an eagle, battling the blue expanse of the sky…”
After hearing Sybil’s description, Melo immediately began to search her memory for the various types listed in the —Annals of Abiras Talent Collection—.
“Based on your description, we can rule out the elemental branch. Considering you turned into an eagle, you might belong to the bloodline branch; it’s also possible you’re from the mysterious branch, capable of summoning beast spirits from another world; or you might belong to the illusion branch, where everything you saw was an illusion.”
“Which specific type it is can only be determined after further detailed testing.”
Sybil, curious after her talent test experience, asked, “So, have I passed the test?”
“Of course,” Melo said with a smile. “Congratulations, you are now a talent.”
Next, it was time for Sybil to make a choice.
Whether to follow Melo and leave, or to stay in White Goose Town, reluctant to leave the White Sand Manor.
Without hesitation, Sybil chose to leave, to follow Melo to the Savage Grottoes. Since her parents had passed away, the only family member she cared about was her second brother. But now, her second brother was not at the White Sand Manor, having been sent to Thin Horse Island by her eldest brother, who was wary of him. Although her eldest brother was also kind to Sybil, she did not enjoy the oppressive and competitive nature of her family.
Rather than staying, she preferred to leave with Melo to seek her own future.
Melo nodded with a smile, “Then pack your bags, and we’ll leave right now.”
As Sybil was about to pack, Blazer suddenly spoke up, “Can I also test for talents? I also want to…” I also want to leave this place with Sybil.
Although Blazer was asking Melo, his gaze involuntarily drifted towards Sybil, filled with sorrow.
Melo was indifferent to Blazer’s sudden request, as her mission was to guide and find talents. Testing one more or one less person didn’t make a difference to her, but since this person was related to Sybil, it was up to Sybil to decide.
Melo looked at Sybil, “What do you think?”
Sybil knew that Ms. Melo might have misunderstood, thinking she knew Blazer. In reality, she had no idea who Blazer was… The initial reason she diverted Ms. Melo’s topic to help Blazer was simply because of Blazer’s embarrassingly earnest self-introduction.
Sybil had read the book —The Dark Lord—. Before this, she even thought she was probably the only one in the entire Damascus Archipelago who had read it, as it was a unique copy she had bought from a merchant who had come from a distant land while she was living on the main Singing Sands Island.
The merchant had assured Sybil that the book was not to be found anywhere else in the Damascus Archipelago.
The people of the main Singing Sands Island had never seen it, let alone the folks of the small town of White Goose.
The only possible explanation for Blazer being able to recount the story from —The Dark Lord— was that he had found the copy Sybil had discarded.
Indeed, Sybil did not enjoy the story of —The Dark Lord—, and even the critique written inside—— “What is this nonsense? Not even a child would read this, boring,” was actually penned by Sybil herself.
Because she disliked it, after reading, Sybil had carelessly disposed of this novel, which she deemed of no nutritional value.
Unexpectedly, Blazer found it and even read it.
Perhaps it was this strange twist of fate that led Sybil, on a whim, to speak a few words on behalf of Blazer, thereby causing a misunderstanding with Ms. Melo.
Since Ms. Melo was waiting for her to make a decision, Sybil thought it over and said, “Let Ms. Melo decide.”
In Sybil’s view, having spoken on behalf of Blazer was already more than enough. There was no need to intervene further; it was better to let Ms. Melo “judge” and make the decision.
However, what Sybil did not anticipate was that Melo was indifferent about giving Blazer a test.
Since Sybil had passed the decision-making to her, Melo readily responded, “Alright, since the talent sphere and items were not confiscated, oh… Omolia, come over for the test.”
Melo then released the binding spell, allowing Blazer to regain his freedom.
A gleam of joy flashed in Blazer’s eyes as he respectfully bowed to Sybil and Melo, saying, “If Omolia is a bit of a mouthful, you can call me Blazer.”
Sybil couldn’t help but sneer inwardly, “What a tongue-twister Omolia is, Omolia is actually the name of the protagonist in —The Dark Lord—. Your real name is Blazer, isn’t it?”
Sybil didn’t expose Blazer’s lie, but with a teasing tone, she said, “Since you’ve asked us to call you Blazer, then what is Omolia?”
“Omolia, Omolia… Yes, that’s my father’s surname. Although I inherited it, I don’t like it. I prefer calling myself Blazer.” Blazer’s eyes rolled as he blurted out another lie.
“Is that so?” Sybil scoffed.
“Yes, yes, just call me Blazer.”
Melo didn’t have time for the banter between Sybil and Blazer, nor did she care about what his name was, as she didn’t think Blazer had any talent: “Stop wasting time, if you’re going to test, then come over and test now.”
Blazer stood up and nodded, “Alright, I’m coming now.”
Following Sybil’s earlier actions, Blazer sat in front of the talent sphere.
“You must have heard what I told Sybil earlier, so go ahead and touch the talent sphere,” Melo urged Blazer to hurry.
Blazer, not wanting to delay, immediately reached out with his right hand, but noticing it was wrapped in bandages, he thought for a moment and switched to his left hand.
“The dark power is sealed in my right hand, so better use my left,” Blazer muttered under his breath.
Melo rolled her eyes, too exasperated to comment.
Sybil, recalling the plot of —The Dark Lord—, covered her mouth and chuckled softly.
Blazer, with his left hand now embodying his character persona, touched the talent sphere.
Melo, well aware of the rarity of talented individuals, had never actually considered Blazer to be one. Yet, the reality was——
The talent sphere lit up.
The orange-red light, like a burning flame, illuminated the small room in a reddish glow.