Although Liens knew he was short, he still felt a bit sad after confirming his exact height.
However, thinking that he was only 15 by lunar age, he once again rekindled hope.
As long as he ate more and better in the future, he should be able to make up for the previous malnutrition.
He was still young now, and he should be able to continue growing taller in the future…
After finishing the test, Liens exited the classroom, making way for the next person, and then returned to the dormitory with Ben, who was waiting outside.
The current relationship between Liens and Ben was probably that of acquaintances who could chat a little and help each other with small favors.
After their duel yesterday afternoon, Ben saw that they seemed to get along well, and Liens didn't reject him, so he proactively extended goodwill.
Ben liked to chat, and Liens also liked to listen to his stories.
Because he could hear some external information he didn't understand from those stories.
"He" had, after all, been "in society" for too short a time, and most of that time he had been struggling for food and warmth, so there was much he didn't know.
In contrast, someone like Ben, who grew up in Kara City, knew a lot more gossip and common sense.
Liens couldn't stay in this Training Camp his whole life, unless he died there.
If he could truly leave after graduation, then understanding some external information in advance would also help him adapt to this world more quickly.
…
After Liens and the others left, there were only a few people left queuing outside the classroom.
After quickly checking the remaining few, Marvin prepared to pack up his things and return to his room.
He picked up a stack of papers from the desk and put them into his handbag.
Those papers recorded the physical examination results of each Trainer, and this data was exactly what he needed; as for the other physical examination equipment, others would naturally come to collect it.
Although he didn't have much real power, he was still considered a high-ranking member of the Training Camp, so he naturally didn't need to do such simple manual labor.
Marvin left the classroom and walked quickly towards his room.
Just as he was about to reach his room, he saw a figure standing at the door of his house, seemingly waiting for him.
"Instructor Reina Jin, is there something you need from me?" The two met at the door, and Marvin frowned slightly.
He was in a hurry to do research and didn't have time to chat with others.
"It's not a command, I'm just here to remind you."
"The Glenbagen Family's requirement is that at least 20 people pass the assessment, so no matter what you want to do, it's best not to exceed this bottom line," the Instructor said sternly to Marvin.
"Oh, I see. Thank you, Instructor Reina Jin, for the reminder. However, the assessment is your responsibility, isn't it? What does it have to do with me?"
"If there's nothing else, then goodbye. I need to go back to my room to rest."
Marvin responded calmly.
He didn't show any extra expression because of the Instructor's so-called reminder, and he reached out to grasp the doorknob, preparing to open the door and walk in.
"I have already reminded you. If an undesirable outcome truly occurs, I hope you can provide an explanation to the higher-ups then."
"Marvin Glenbagen."
The Instructor didn't stop Marvin from opening the door but continued to speak.
Hearing the Instructor call out his full name, Marvin stopped his movement into the room.
His expression turned a bit ugly; he didn't expect that losing some dispensable Slaves would cause the Instructor to escalate the matter to such an extent.
"There's no need, is there? It's just a small matter, why bother the Glenbagen Family?" Marvin turned around and said with a bitter smile to the Instructor.
"The Training Camp has failed to meet the standard of 20 people for several consecutive years, and the Glenbagen Family is already somewhat displeased about this and has issued a strict order."
"Moreover, at this stage, the number of deaths is somewhat excessive. I hope you can restrain yourself a bit."
The Instructor said to Marvin.
"You're the one who killed them," Marvin said angrily.
"I was just following the rules… Any Slave who tries to escape and takes action must be executed. That's the rule."
"Besides, even if those wastes didn't die, they would probably still have difficulty passing the assessment."
"On the contrary, what are you doing? The Glenbagen Family actually knows a little bit, but they've been indulging you because of your identity."
"It's just that in recent years, your behavior has become increasingly excessive, already threatening the Glenbagen Family's interests… So the higher-ups specifically sent me to 'remind' you."
The Instructor responded calmly.
"They are just Slaves who will die sooner or later anyway. What impact can a few more or a few less deaths have on the Glenbagen Family?" Marvin said sharply with a gloomy face.
"The number of 'Shadow Guards' has fallen below three hundred. Earl is very displeased about this," the Instructor replied faintly.
After speaking, he turned and left, no longer paying attention to Marvin, whose face had completely darkened.
Staring at the departing back of the Instructor, Marvin heavily closed the door.
Entering the room, Marvin casually tossed the handbag containing precious data onto the bed; he was not in the mood to do research now.
After pouring himself a glass of water and drinking it, he slumped onto the soft sofa.
His eyes were tightly closed, and he occasionally gritted his teeth, as if recalling something that made him angry.
After a long time, he finally let out a heavy sigh, calming the anger in his heart.
He knew that anger could not change reality.
Although he possessed the bloodline of the Glenbagen Family, in this world where strength was revered, his status as an ordinary person was far inferior to that of an Extraordinary One.
If he were an Extraordinary One, the Glenbagen Family would absolutely not stop his research; instead, they would do their best to support it.
But if he were an Extraordinary One, then he wouldn't be conducting his current experiments.
[Extraordinary One…]
Marvin muttered in his heart; this had always been his wish and was now his obsession.
He recalled the faint white light that had illuminated the crystal ball not long ago.
That light was so familiar; he had once made it emit the same light, which was the characteristic of [Weak Spiritual Talent].
Possessing this talent meant that one's spiritual power was stronger than that of ordinary people, but not by much.
However, even if it wasn't much, there was still hope of becoming a "Magician."
When he was young, he didn't know how much effort he had put in for this hope.
He abandoned noble social circles and spent his time studying various magic-related knowledge.
He rejected the marriage arranged by the Glenbagen Family, simply because he felt that women would affect his state of mind.
He cut off all contact, often confining himself in the meditation room, just to be able to focus more on meditation.
All of this was to be able to step into the threshold of a "Magician."
Unfortunately, he failed; no matter how much he meditated, he couldn't perceive "elements."
He had been confused and desperate because of this, but finally, he understood… The reason he couldn't perceive "elements" was simply because his spiritual power wasn't strong enough.
As long as he could enhance his spiritual power and improve his spiritual talent, he would definitely be able to perceive "elements," and he would definitely become a "Magician."
From then on, Marvin began to study various materials, hoping to find a way to enhance spiritual talent from them.
In fact, he did find some, and even the methods in the materials weren't really secrets.
It was just that every method was too precious, far exceeding what he could afford.
Those methods or items that could enhance the spiritual talent of ordinary people were basically secret arts or precious substances exclusive to powerful forces.
They themselves had greater uses, and enhancing spiritual talent was just one of their insignificant functions.
After learning about those things, Marvin experienced a brief period of despair.
He knew that with his own abilities, unless he encountered an extraordinary stroke of luck, he would absolutely not be able to obtain such treasures, which were considered treasures throughout the entire continent.
But Marvin quickly recovered; he had already experienced despair before, so he had experience.
Since he couldn't find hope from the outside world, he would forge hope himself.
Thus, Marvin began to study alchemy and potionology, wanting to develop a potion that could enhance spiritual talent himself.
During years of study and research, for the sake of his wish, he constantly proposed various conjectures, and based on these conjectures, he developed various strange potions.
But all failed…
Now, the reason he came to this Training Camp was, firstly, that a Potion Master was needed here, so the Glenbagen Family arranged him here.
Secondly, he also wanted to find a place to continue his experimental research.