Wizards are mighty

"Well, these slaves are the ranking rewards. The top ten will get one each, and the top three will get an extra one. The first place will get another one."

"The ones with higher rankings will be selected first. After the selection, the identity card will be automatically bound."

"Okay, I look forward to your performance later. I'll leave first."

Isif jumped down from the table and disappeared with a happy expression.

Leaving a large group of apprentices looking at each other.

...

However, this weird atmosphere did not last long.

The hall soon became lively again.

Although there are only more than a hundred apprentices on the ship, the circles between these apprentices are complicated.

Some things like interest exchange are inevitable.

Of course, there are also lone rangers among them.

For example...

"Hey, friend, it's pretty powerful..."

It was Lars who suddenly appeared behind Vic.

This guy's space witchcraft is becoming more and more mysterious.

He patted Vic's shoulder and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"No. 10, tsk tsk, as a newcomer who has just become an apprentice wizard for less than a month, this strength is too exaggerated."

"However, although you have become much stronger, you still have to be careful of that stupid big guy Gleb."

"The ring battle between apprentices is different from slaughtering sea monsters. Although there is no risk, the difficulty and fighting method are completely different."

"Of course, I know you must have a back-up plan. Don't ask me how I know. If you ask, it's just telepathy."

Lars showed a mysterious smile and stepped forward to Vic.

"Ha, same here."

Vic listened and laughed.

Don't look at this guy's familiar appearance, but he must have a lot of hidden things.

I don't know what the relationship between him and the apprentice named Feiyue is. During this hunt, the two worked together and quickly harvested a lot of sea monsters. Vic can still remember it vividly.

Moreover, after a big battle, this guy can still use space magic to teleport behind him.

Who would believe that he tried his best?

...

After chatting with Lars for a while, Vic went forward and took away the last slave.

Those left behind by others are naturally not good stuff.

But Vic didn't care. After tomorrow, these slaves had to be dealt with anyway.

No matter what, we can't help the enemy, right?

According to his observation and the information he got from Lars, the apprentices on the ship are generally divided into three factions.

They are Gleb's faction, Irena's faction, and a loose alliance composed of other stronger apprentices.

The strength division between these apprentices is quite obvious.

Gleb, Irena, and several apprentices with good qualifications are the first tier.

Apprentices with poor qualifications are the second tier.

Apprentices who were sucked blood by Gleb's routine, and a few other apprentices with even worse qualifications are the third tier.

With his current ability, it is easy to defeat the apprentices in the third tier, and the second tier is not impossible to beat.

Therefore, he only needs to reduce the number of his slaves to the average level of the second tier, and that's about it.

…

…

“Master, you look very tired.”

Looking at Vic resting his head on her thighs, Phyllis smiled with satisfaction.

She gently picked up a grape-like fruit beside her, peeled it and fed it into the master’s mouth.

“Excuse me, do you need Phyllis to give you a massage?”

“Yes.”

After taking a bath, he sniffed the faint floral scent on Phyllis’ body.

After enjoying the lap pillow for a long time, Vic yawned lazily and turned over to lie on the bed.

Hunting sea monsters is indeed not an easy task.

Don’t look at the surface that he just recited a few spells and waved his hands casually.

But in fact, just building and modifying a lot of rule conversion models, and allocating every bit of magic power.     It is a great burden for his mind.

Therefore, after getting the reward points, Vic immediately exchanged a lot of resources to improve his soul.

This is not only to improve his own soul problems, but also to be able to learn and use witchcraft better.

After all, the soul is the foundation of the wizard’s power.

Improving the strength of the soul is equivalent to improving the power of all witchcraft in disguise.

It's just that the effect is not so obvious.

...

Under the gentle pressure of Phyllis's hands, Vic gradually felt sleepy.

"Does your ranch force slaves to learn these knowledge and skills to serve the master?"

Turning over, Vic stretched out his hand to play with the silver-white hair of the kitten girl, asking casually.

"Yes, master."

Phyllis nodded, "Any slave must pass the assessment on time. If they fail many times, they will be dealt with as a warning. There are no exceptions."

"In addition to serving the master, there are also cleaning, cooking, etiquette, cultural education and many other contents."

"The standards are the same, very strict."

"Ha."

Vic suddenly laughed, and an idea flashed through his mind.

He vaguely guessed something.

A ranch that trains slaves will not teach too many service skills if it is for the purpose of producing inferior slaves.

And the fact is that they did teach, and they did so with absolutely no control over their thoughts.

Still taught according to strict standards.

What does this mean?

Oppression will inevitably lead to resistance. Just give a little hope at this critical juncture and then push hard.

I am afraid that these slaves who seem to be at the mercy of others will give the apprentices a big surprise at the critical moment.

Perhaps, this is the so-called hidden rule?

Vic's eyes looking at Phyllis suddenly became somewhat intriguing.

"Master... Master, what's wrong?"

After accidentally looking at the master, Phyllis quickly moved her eyes away.

A trace of fear suddenly emerged in her heart.

The master's eyes just now...

That is definitely not the look he gives toy in his daily life!

It doesn't look like anger.

Instead, it gave her a feeling of surprise and seriousness.

But why? She didn't say anything...

Could it be...

The pain from her tail instantly pulled her thoughts back.

"Since you have been so well-behaved these days, I will give you a few words."

Vic pulled Phyllis's tail and threw her under the bed.

The voice was calm and meaningful.

"Once you make the wrong choice, it's really irreversible."

"You'll regret it for the rest of your life."

"Think about it carefully."

Vic crossed his legs and looked down at Phyllis, who was kneeling on the ground and lost her mind.

At first, he just wanted to trick it, but now it seems that there is a real situation.

...

Under the psychological pressure that Vic kept exerting, Phyllis finally couldn't hold on.

"Yes... I'm sorry, I was wrong..."

Big drops of tears slid down her smooth chin and wet the floor of the room.

Phyllis's lips trembled, as if she wanted to defend herself.

But then she gradually lost her temper and could only reach out and slap herself in the face.