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But who was Jacob? He was a nobody from the Common Plains who had used his lifetime of luck on getting that \'inheritance.\' At least, that is what most of them thought.

"Cough…" The Old Elf, name, Bart cough lightly to announce their presence.

Jacob dismissively averted his eyes from the equipment and finally looked at those five Senior Grandmasters.

Rita squinted her eyes when she saw Jacob\'s eyes were as tranquil as a lake. There wasn\'t even a ripple when he saw her.

Bart smiled amiably as he spoke, "Young Friend, Jack, let me introduce you to these Seniors. We will be judges of your test. I have already introduced myself. I\'m a Senior Grandmaster Pill Alchemist, Bart."

He then pointed at a pale-yellow goblin and introduced, "This gentleman is Senior Grandmaster Apothecary Boone."

Boone had this strange interest in his eyes as he was looking at an experiment subject.

But when met with Jacob\'s icy glare, Boone felt like he had met with a predator. He quickly hid his real thoughts and nodded with a forced smile, "Good Luck. I\'ll be one of the judges of your test. I look forward to your performance."

Jacob nodded back and coldly uttered a single word, "Certainty."

With his sharp instinct, he had already detected the malicious intent of that goblin, and he didn\'t have a good impression of the goblin race, to begin with. So, he instantly put this guy on his \'food list.\'

If he tried something, not even his bones would be found!

Bart then pointed to a dwarf with a golden potion vile badge and introduced, "This is Sir Otto, a Senior Grandmaster Potion Alchemist."

Otto had a short gray beard on his old face, and the moment he was introduced, he laughed heartedly and loudly said, "Although you little follow are somewhat arrogant, I like your eyes. Even if you fail, you can come to my place, and I\'ll treat you to one of my best wines, personally concocted by me."

"It seemed you\'re in luck. You should know even those Dark Nobles didn\'t have such a courtesy to taste wine Sir, Otto\'s personal collection." Bart couldn\'t help but look somewhat envious.

Otto snickered disdainfully, "You, elves, didn\'t have a high tolerance for alcohol. You can just get drunk by sniffing some random third-grade ale."

Jacob couldn\'t help but look at the 3\'9 feet dwarf with some interest. It was his first time meeting a dwarf, and he had to admit he was just as rumor described them to be, straightforward and alcoholic.

Even in stories, Dwarfs were described as such.

But was this really the case? Because, for some reason, Jacob felt somewhat uneasy about Otto. Not even that Goblin could give him such a feeling, so Jacob didn\'t let his guard down even a bit.

However, he couldn\'t slap a smiling face, so he politely greeted him back, "I will definitely consider it, Mr. Otto."

Bart then glared at Otto for his previous comment, but this wasn\'t the place to start bickering with his old friend, so he quickly introduced the fourth judge, who was a Kobold with light blue scales and a fierce face. There was a golden scroll badge on his chest.

"This is Senior Grandmaster Spell Crafter, Lawrence. You may never hear of a Spell Crafter before because this profession is rather peculiar.

"In general terms, a Spell Crafter can seal a Magic Spell into a scroll, and then that magic spell stored in that scroll can be used by anyone at any time. Even those without magic can easily use it.

"The magic spells stored in a scroll are called Magic Scrolls, and we normally don\'t sell them to the common public since they are too hard to make and are very dangerous if fall into the wrong hands."

Jacob\'s eyes flashed with surprise because it was also his first time hearing about this profession, and it was as interesting as the Magic Smith and Rune Artificer. But unlike these two professions, Magic was compulsory for this Profession.

Furthermore, by Bart\'s description, he mused that those magic scrolls\' prowess would also be driven by the person who made them.

Still, these magic scrolls were like bombs, and if someone didn\'t know about them beforehand, they could easily fall into a dangerous situation, especially if there was a far higher-level spell stored in a magic scroll.

Just like Jacob, who had no idea such a thing even existed, it was probably his good luck that he hadn\'t come in contact with someone who had this magic scroll, or he might\'ve had to learn it the hard way.

So, Jacob secretly decided to learn more about these magic scrolls for safety purposes.

Lawrence, on the other hand, coldly grunted at Jacob with a somewhat hostile gaze. It was clear that he didn\'t have a good impression of Jacob.

But Jacob didn\'t even care about his feeling and didn\'t even bother to reply to that granting sound and pretended he didn\'t hear anything.

Lawrence\'s anger nearly burst because of Jacob\'s behavior, and was about to berate him when Rita, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke in her mellow voice.

"Nice to meet you. I\'m Senior Grandmaster Gunsmith, Rita. Unlike these four judges, I\'ll be your Invigilator and the test setter, while the four Judges will make sure I\'ll be fair with my test.

"Now, if you didn\'t have any questions, shall we begin?" Rita smiled gracefully as she walked toward Jacob, flaunting her perfect hourglass figure.

Jacob looked at the graceful elf, who could easily take someone\'s breath away with a dismissive gaze, and nodded, "Please, the sooner we start, the quicker we can finish."

Rita\'s lips curled into a cold smile when she heard it. She stopped a meter away from Jacob and looked right into his eyes as she wanted to see through them but, alas, failed.

pαпdα`noνɐ1`сoМ But she didn\'t flatter and spoke, "I like your confidence. Let\'s see if you have the skills to back it up.

"My test for you is bullet crafting!"