Chapter 6 Instructor Carter
After two boring math classes, Alan's favorite physical education class started.
The girls went to the tennis court to enjoy their youth.
The boys were driven into the hellish martial arts training hall and subjected to the ruthless abuse of Instructor Carter.
Alan took a deep breath and pulled the bowstring to its full length.
The feather arrow flew out with a whoosh and hit the target fifty meters away.
"Eight rings!"
Instructor Carter took out a tin flask from his pocket, avoided the students' sight, secretly took a sip of wine, smacked his lips in satisfaction, and then wrote down Allen's results and commented:
“There is still room for improvement, keep working hard!”
"Hey! Watch me next!"
A short and sturdy boy with a tuft of yellow hair on his head walked over with a bow in his hand.
Pretending to be nonchalant, he shot an arrow and hit the bull's eye!
"Ten rings!" Instructor Carter turned his head and glanced at the little yellow-haired boy. "Robin, a range of fifty meters is too short for you."
"Yes, instructor! When I practiced with my dad at home, I always shot at targets a hundred meters away, and my score was usually around nine rings."
The little yellow-haired boy pretended to be cool and made faces at Alan in a mean way.
"hehe……"
Alan walked over with a sneer and grabbed the back of his neck like an eagle grabbing a chick.
"You're so arrogant, Robin! I'm not as good as you in archery, but when it comes to fighting...why don't we go to the ring and practice?"
"Well, forget it! I admit that you are better at this!" Robin immediately backed down.
This boy is Alan's best friend in school. His father is a hunter, a recognized sharpshooter in town, and he is also good with a bow and arrow.
However, Robin's physique was not as strong as Alan's, and he could only be beaten in a bare-handed fight.
"Alan! You didn't come to school this morning, and we thought you were also kidnapped by the circus!"
Another boy joined the chat.
"My absence this morning was really related to the circus."
Taking advantage of the conversation, Alan briefly recounted his experience.
When talking about thrilling parts, the boys around became agitated.
Some were nervous, some were amazed, and some suspected that he was exaggerating and boasting about himself as a brave and resourceful hero.
Alan was too lazy to pay attention to the questioning voices and was more concerned about another thing.
"I heard that two senior boys from our school are missing. Do you know who they are?"
"Both of them are from the fifth grade, Marlowe from Class 1, and Hugo from Class 3." someone answered.
Alan nodded thoughtfully.
Marlowe and Hugo are both boys in the same grade as Kelly.
I heard from my sister before that these two boys were both found to have the aptitude to be top-notch warlocks, and they were highly valued by the principal.
"I heard that he ate some candy from the circus, fell asleep, and was then captured without anyone noticing."
"There were at least two or three hundred students who went to see the circus yesterday afternoon, and no less than ten of them won candy in the lottery. Why were only two people drugged?"
Some people raised questions.
"That's right!" Robin took over the conversation, "I also won the third prize yesterday and ate a lollipop, but I didn't feel dizzy or sleepy."
"That's because your qualifications are too poor and the kidnappers look down on you."
The voice of Mr. Carter, the martial arts instructor, suddenly came from behind Robin.
"Instructor, what do you mean by this?" Robin asked unconvinced.
"Do you want me to explain it more clearly?"
Carter glanced at him indifferently.
"The gang that used circus performances to abduct children tampered with the raffle box."
"When you put your hands in to draw the prize, you unknowingly took a blood test."
"The ticket seller will record the test results and give prizes, namely lollipops, to those children who have the potential to be warlocks."
"Robin, you won the prize, which means you have the qualifications to be a warlock. But your lollipop didn't have drugs in it, which means your qualifications are just low-level. It's hard for you to become a real warlock."
"The really valuable targets for abduction are those children who test positive for average or even above-average aptitude."
"The lollipops given to them as prizes were all drugged."
"Mr. Carter, how do you know these inside stories?" Allen asked calmly.
"The two missing boys, Marlo and Hugo, were promising students of the principal, Ms. Sola. Moreover, they were from wealthy families. The incident has become a big deal. How could I not know about it?"
Mr. Carter stroked his moustache and smiled wryly.
"Now the principal and the sheriff are very angry and are tracking down the whereabouts of the circus. The inside story I just told you was heard from a police officer friend."
"So that's how it is..." Robin scratched his head, his expression a bit complicated, "Perhaps, I should be thankful for my mediocre talent."
"Oh, right! Besides Marlowe and Hugo, wasn't there Alan who was almost kidnapped?" Robin suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Alan with envy in his eyes: "If that's the case, Alan's warlock qualifications must be good!"
Instructor Carter had the same guess, so he asked Allen, "Have you ever taken a bloodline test?"
Although he had used the "Taotie System" to measure his bloodline, Alan still shook his head.
Students attending this school, starting from the age of twelve to sixteen, can have their bloodline genealogy tested free of charge once a year, with a focus on checking the type and concentration of their extraordinary bloodline.
These two indicators together determine a person's warlock talent.
After the age of sixteen, the bloodline is fixed and the hope of continued growth is slim.
Alan had just turned twelve and had never had his blood tested at school.
"You'd better take the test, you might find a surprise," Instructor Carter warned.
Allen 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, "It's mainly because my talent is not good enough. I have only awakened one kind of Minotaur bloodline."
"Tauren... you know, they are similar to orcs and ogres, they have brute strength but low mental strength, and they are not good at magic."
"Most warlock apprentices with Tauren bloodline are unable to awaken their spellcasting talents, so they can only settle for the next best thing and focus on martial arts."
"Tauren bloodline is actually pretty good."
Robin comforts Instructor Carter, whose ego is hurt.
"The centaur bloodline inherited from our family is actually not as good as that of the minotaur."
"Instructor, you are at least a senior apprentice. My dad is still only a junior apprentice and is not as successful as you!"
Alan could hear it.
Robin's words seemed self-deprecating on the surface, but in reality he was showing off.
It is rare to see a real sorcerer in the lives of ordinary people.
In this small town, the only warlock Allen knows is the principal, Aunt Sora, who is said to be a level 1 "natural warlock". Even the mayor has to be respectful in front of her.
Below the sorcerer, the junior and senior apprentices already possessed special skills that ordinary people could not achieve, so they would not do too badly .
For example, Instructor Carter’s status and salary in the school are second only to the principal, and he is an idol in the eyes of the boys.
Robin's father, Mr. Hunter, is the most prestigious hunter in the entire town of Quint and the current president of the Hunting Guild.
In contrast, although Allen's parents, who run a tavern, have a prosperous business and are relatively well-off and have a high reputation among their neighbors, their social status is not as high as Carter and Hunter.
