After two boring math lessons, it was time for Allen's favorite gym class.

The girls went to the tennis court to show off their youth.

The boys are herded into a hellish martial arts training gym and subjected to the merciless ravages of Carter's instructors.

Alan inhaled deeply and pulled the bowstring.

The feather arrow flew out with a whoosh, hitting the target fifty meters away.

"Eight Rings!"

Instructor Carter took out a tin flat pot from his pocket, avoided the students' sight, secretly poured a sip of wine, smacked his lips in satisfaction, and then noted Allen's results, and commented by the way:

"There's still room for improvement, keep up the good work!"

"Hey, hey! Next look at mine! ”

A short, sturdy boy with a tuft of yellow hair on his head came over with a bow.

Pretend to be careless, and hit the bull's-eye with an arrow!

"Ten Rings!" Instructor Carter turned his head and glanced at Little Yellow Hair, "Robin, the range of fifty meters is too short for you." ”

"Yes, Instructor! I used to practice with my dad at home, and I always shot targets 100 meters away, which was basically about nine rings. ”

Xiao Huang Mao pretended to be forced, and squeezed his eyebrows at Alan cheaply.

"Hehe......"

Alan sneered and walked over and pinched the back of his neck like an eagle catching a chicken.

"You're arrogant, Robin! I'm not as good as you in archery, but when it comes to fighting...... Let's go to practice in the ring? ”

"Well, forget it! I'll admit you're pretty good at it! Robin immediately relented.

This kid is Allen's best buddy in school, and his father is a hunter, a recognized marksman in town, and he is a good player with bows and arrows.

However, Robin's physique is far less strong than Allen's, and his bare hands are only the share of being beaten.

"Alan! You didn't come to school in the morning, and we thought you had been abducted from the circus! ”

Another boy joins the chat.

"I didn't come in the morning, and it really has something to do with the circus."

Through the words, Alan briefly recounted his experience.

Speaking of thrilling places, the boys around him became restless.

Some are nervous, some are amazed, and some suspect that he is exaggerating and boasting himself as a brave and resourceful hero.

Alan didn't bother to pay attention to the voices of skepticism and was more concerned about another matter.

"I heard that two senior boys are missing from our school, do you know who they are?"

"Both are in the fifth grade, Marlowe in the first class, and Hugo in the third class." Someone answered.

Alan nodded thoughtfully.

Marlowe and Hugo are both boys in the same grade as Kelly.

I've heard my sister mention it before, and these two boys have tested the qualifications of high-grade warlocks, and they are very valued by the principal.

"I heard that I ate the candy of the circus, fell asleep, and then was taken away without knowing it."

"Yesterday afternoon, there were two or three hundred students who went to see the circus, and no less than ten of them got candy by lottery, why were only two people unconscious?"

Some people questioned it.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Robin took over the conversation, "Yesterday I also drew a third prize and ate a lollipop, but I didn't feel dizzy or sleepy. ”

"That's because your qualifications are too poor for the kidnappers to look down on."

Behind Robin, the voice of Mr. Carter, a martial arts instructor, suddenly came from him.

"Instructor, what do you mean by that?" Robin asked unconvinced.

"Do you want me to make it clearer?"

Carter gave him a faint look.

"The gang that abducted children through circus performances did something in the lottery box."

"When you put your hand in the lottery, you unknowingly did a blood test."

"The conductor will record the test results and then give prizes to the children who have the potential to be warlocks, which are lollipops."

"Robin, you won the lottery, which means that you have the qualifications of a warlock, but your lollipop is not adulterated with drugs, which means that your qualifications are only inferior, and it is difficult to become a real warlock."

"The really valuable targets are those who have tested for intermediate or even high qualifications."

"The lollipops that were sent to them in the name of prizes were all drugged."

"Mr. Carter, how did you know this insider?" Alan asked quietly.

"The two missing boys, Marlowe and Hugo, are the seedlings that the principal Ms. Sora is optimistic about, not to mention that they are still the children of a rich family, and the matter has become big, how could I not know?"

Mr. Carter stroked his mustache and smiled wryly.

"Now the principal and the sheriff are annoyed and are tracking down the whereabouts of the circus, and I just heard the inside story from a police officer friend."

"I see...... Robin scratched his head, his expression a little complicated, "Perhaps, I should be glad that my talent is mediocre." ”

"That's right! In addition to Marlowe and Hugo, and Alan, wasn't he almost kidnapped? Robin suddenly thought of something, turned his head to look at Allen, and had envy in his eyes: "According to what you say, Allen's warlock qualifications are definitely not bad!" ”

Instructor Carter had the same guess and asked Allen, "Have you ever tested the bloodline?" ”

Although he had already measured his bloodline with the help of the "gluttonous system", Allen still shook his head.

Students enrolled in this school, starting at the age of twelve and continuing until the age of sixteen, can take a free bloodline pedigree once a year, focusing on the type and concentration of the transcendent bloodline.

Together, these two metrics determine a person's warlock talent.

Over the age of sixteen, the bloodline is fixed, and there is little hope of continuing to grow.

Alan had just turned twelve and had not yet had his bloodline tested at school.

"You'd better test it, maybe there's a surprise." Instructor Carter admonished.

Alan nodded and asked the instructor, "Mr. Carter, are you a warlock?" ”

"I'm sorry, I'm just a senior apprentice, not a real warlock." The instructor was a little embarrassed, "The main thing is that my talent is not good enough, and I have only awakened a kind of minotaur bloodline." ”

"Minotaur huh...... You know, similar to orcs and ogres, they have brute strength, but unfortunately they have low mental power and are not good at magic. ”

"Most of the warlock apprentices of the minotaur bloodline can't awaken their talent for spellcasting, so they can only retreat to the next best thing and major in martial arts."

"Minotaur blood, in fact, it's okay."

Robin comforts Instructor Carter, whose self-esteem is hurt.

"Our family's ancestral centaur bloodline is really not as good as the Minotaurs."

"Instructor, you are a senior apprentice, my father is only a junior apprentice until now, and he is not as good as you!"

Alan could hear it.

Robin's words are ostensibly self-deprecating, but they are actually showing off.

In the lives of ordinary people, it is difficult to meet real warlocks.

In this town, the only warlock that Alan knows is the headmaster, Aunt Sora, who is said to be a first-order "natural warlock", and the mayor of the town has to be respectful in front of her.

Under the warlocks, the primary apprentices and the advanced apprentices already have special skills that ordinary people can't reach, and they won't mix too badly.

For example, Instructor Carter, who is second only to the principal in terms of status and salary in the school, is the idol of the boys.

Robin's father, Mr. Hunter, is the most famous hunter in the entire town of Gentry and the current president of the Hunting Guild.

In contrast, Allen's parents, who run a tavern, although their business is prosperous, their family is quite wealthy, and they are quite prestigious among their neighbors, but their social status is not as good as Carter and Hunter.