The Synthesis Wizard

The boys in front of Sherman seemed to know each other and were engaged in a lively conversation.

"Lord Sunan is the lord's brother. If we can become his apprentices, the future will be limitless!"

"My cousin is a guard at the castle, and he says that even the knights highly respect Lord Sunan, and the lord often seeks his advice."

"You don't know, do you? Lord Sunan is a wizard!"

"A wizard? Like in the legends? Is that true?"

"Of course, it's true. My father heard it himself at a noble's banquet."

"That's amazing!"

Wizard?

Sherman blinked.

He had been curious when the kind guard mentioned wizards.

What exactly is a wizard?

From the tone of these boys, it seemed to be something quite powerful!

Unable to contain his curiosity, Sherman couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me, what's a wizard?"

The boys turned to look at Sherman, and seeing him dressed in old clothes, a hint of disdain flashed in their eyes.

The leading boy sneered, "You don't know? Wizards are greater than knights, able to control lightning and fire, and cast all sorts of magical spells!"

Control lightning and fire?

Sherman was dumbfounded.

Could someone really do such things in this world?

That's incredible!

So Lord Sunan was such an extraordinary figure!

Seeing Sherman standing there in a daze, the boy who had spoken curled his lip disdainfully and turned back to continue chatting with his companions.

As time passed, the line gradually moved forward.

After about an hour, Sherman finally reached the front, able to clearly see the inside of the wooden shed.

Inside, a long wooden table was set up, with a kindly-looking old man sitting behind it.

Whenever a boy or girl approached, the old man would open a book for them to view.

Most would show discomfort after only a few seconds, clutching their heads and groaning in pain.

At that point, the old man would close the book and offer some comforting words before dismissing the tester.

Clearly, these individuals were not passing the test.

So far, only one boy and one girl had passed.

The two stood beside the old man, appearing to be around twelve or thirteen years old.

The boy wore expensive-looking silk clothes, indicating noble lineage, and had a faint smile on his face. Despite trying to restrain himself, there was a hint of superiority in his gaze towards his peers.

The girl's attire was less extravagant but clean and elegant, exuding an aura of scholarly knowledge.

Sherman had sensed a similar aura from a scholar he once encountered, and he guessed she came from an educated family.

While Sherman was observing, the boys ahead of him completed the test, all being eliminated.

The three left the line dejectedly, standing aside with a reluctant air, seemingly wanting to see how others fared.

When it was his turn, Sherman quickly stepped forward to the table.

"Name," the old man asked gently.

"Sherman."

The old man glanced at Sherman's clothes, slightly surprised. "You can read?"

"I've learned a bit," Sherman replied, nervously rubbing his hands.

The old man smiled reassuringly, "No need to be nervous, relax."

He handed Sherman a piece of paper. "Read the words on this."

Sherman nodded, glanced at the paper, and saw familiar characters. He relaxed a bit, cleared his throat, and read aloud.

"That's enough."

The old man nodded approvingly, took back the paper, and opened the book, pushing it towards Sherman.

It was a book with a hard, black cover, and the pages were filled with strange symbols, like gibberish, that made no sense.

"Read this book. You might experience some discomfort, like headaches or chest tightness, but that's normal. Don't worry. If it becomes unbearable, stop reading and look away."

Sherman couldn't hear the old man's warning anymore. The moment his eyes touched the book, he fell into a peculiar daze.

The world seemed to quiet down instantly.

Everything around him, whether objects or people, birds in the sky, or leaves falling mid-air, all appeared frozen in time.

Looking around, Sherman was shocked to see that the table and the wooden pillars holding up the shed were covered in colorful tendrils.

These tendrils were covered with countless eyes and swayed like jellyfish in the air.

Looking down at the ground, the cracks in the stone tiles formed long fissures, opening and closing like mouths, repeating a single word in unison.

"Truth!"

"Truth!"

"Truth!"

What was this?

Sherman's face turned pale, his body trembling slightly.

Never had he seen anything so bizarre.

What was happening?

Just as panic set in, the strange tendrils and mouths vanished without a trace.

Sherman snapped back to reality, shocked to find the world had returned to normal.

Everyone around him was watching with wide eyes, filled with envy and jealousy.

Sherman looked down at the book on the table and realized he could now understand the previously unintelligible symbols.

"Congratulations, you've passed the test."

The old man beamed, his demeanor noticeably warmer.

"Wait at the back for a while. Once the tests are done, I'll take you to meet Lord Sunan."

"No way, how did this guy get so lucky to pass the test!"

"Such luck!"

"How is it possible that I'm not as good as a commoner?"

The crowd buzzed with chatter and discussion.

The boys who had been ahead of Sherman looked at him with envious eyes.

Under the soldiers' calls, the crowd gradually quieted down.

Still overwhelmed by the strange experience, Sherman only nodded dumbly at the old man's words, instinctively moving to the back.

"Are you alright?"

A pleasant voice reached his ears.

Sherman looked up and met the clear gaze of the scholarly girl.

She spoke softly, "You saw those phenomena too, right?"

"You all saw it?"

Sherman felt an inexplicable relief knowing he wasn't alone.

Coming to his senses, he finally felt a surge of joy.

He had passed the test!

This meant he would receive a gold coin stipend each month!

How wonderful!

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