Chapter 153 - 97: A Little Progress Every Day, Ancient and Powerful Bloodline, The All-Hands Assessment Begins
[Muta believes Sitt has extremely high potential and a good chance of becoming an Official Wizard in the future, so he extended an invitation to Sitt.]
[If Sitt agrees, Muta is willing to provide him with one jar of Calming Ointment to aid his Meditation every three months, plus a signing bonus of 300 Black Tower Points.]
[Sitt is still considering the offer and has not yet accepted. However, the Princess believes it is a vicious trap, and she sincerely thanks us for our timely warning.]
Reading between the lines, it was clear the Noble Lady was thoroughly impressed by his earlier analysis.
The corner of Mo Ning’s mouth turned up slightly.
That lingering, ghostly shadow of the Second Level Apprentice, Lai Te, had flickered through the letter once more.
Was this a coincidence?
Obviously not!
Muta’s invitation to Sitt was clearly a one-way ticket to the Eternal Nether Sea.
A jar of Calming Ointment every three months, plus a signing bonus of 300 Black Tower Points—for any new Apprentice still worrying about earning Black Tower Points or struggling with their Meditation efficiency, these tempting terms were an almost irresistible lure.
In reality, however, it was a fatal poison.
But once Sitt stepped onto that ship, once he set out with Muta’s hunting party, once he participated in a "Dark Wizard hunt" for the first time—he would vanish without a trace.
Mo Ning sighed silently to himself. ’An innocent man gets into trouble for the treasure he carries.’
Poor Sitt. That guy probably wouldn’t be getting a good night’s sleep for a long time.
And with the second group assessment about to begin, the guy would be on edge the entire time.
It also made him feel deeply that his Divination Talent was much safer. No one could take away a Divination Talent, so naturally, no one would harbor any ill intentions toward him for it.
Everyone who knew of his Divination Talent had only shown him looks of goodwill.
「Six in the morning.」
It was also the time the Apprentice cafeteria opened for breakfast.
Mo Ning’s left hand caressed the tome. The page number read 92/1842, meaning he had completed 5% of the book.
His Guiding Ring suddenly grew cool, a sensation like a trickling stream.
The announcement he had been waiting for had finally arrived:
[Assessment Notification: Serial Number 7-118-256, Mo Ning.]
[The second group assessment, "Lost in the Wilderness," will commence today at 7:00 AM. Please assemble on time at the Secret Hall of the Secluded Forest.]
[Note 1: This assessment is highly dangerous. You may be injured, disabled, or even killed during the assessment. Please prepare accordingly.]
[Note 2: Apprentices participating in the assessment may carry weapons but are prohibited from bringing food or water.]
[Note 3: This assessment is mandatory and will last for 36 hours. Failure to arrive on time will result in a deduction of 30 Black Tower Points and forced deployment to a more dangerous assessment area.]
Mo Ning wasn’t the least bit nervous. He just whispered, "It’s finally here."
Initially, he had just wanted to survive the assessment.
Now, he had changed his mind.
His power had taken a leap forward, and he had also mastered a powerful life-saving technique. Therefore, he wanted to achieve a better result in the assessment.
Just yesterday, he had purchased 258 Black Tower Points’ worth of items, and his account balance had dropped to 1,829 points—falling below 2,000 for the first time. He was confident his preparations were far more thorough than any other new Apprentice.
Moreover, he had instructed Anya to extend an olive branch to Sitt. He believed it was unlikely that Sitt and Princess Phoebe would try to sabotage him during the assessment; they might even offer some help.
This essentially cleared away a major obstacle.
’So, why should I just hide in my shell like a turtle?’
Mo Ning took the silver-white [Walking into the Painting] brooch from his pocket and clipped it to the collar of his undershirt.
He turned to gaze out the floor-to-ceiling window at the mist-shrouded Heaven-Swaying Sword Waterfall and muttered with a touch of youthful grandiosity:
"Let the storm rage on!"