Within One Hour.
All Knight-Errants of this cohort who had chosen Mysticism had arrived, aside from the very few who had failed the test and were absent.
Han Dong swept his gaze across the Knight-Errants of his cohort.
Other than Han Dong, only two students had passed the Mysticism Department test without a scratch.
One of them appeared to be from Arabia. A young man of around nineteen with yellow-toned skin and a distinctive Arab headscarf, he sat cross-legged in his seat during the wait, meditating to restore his spirits.
Sensing Han Dong's gaze, the man slightly opened his eyes and offered a polite smile.
The other person was somewhat special.
She was a girl wearing half a wooden mask, with short black hair cut to her ears. Her oval face, high Western nose bridge, full lips, and deep black eyes gave her an air of mystery.
What was worth noting was that various small bottles of medicine hung from the belt at her waist, while her backpack contained tools related to herbalism.
The girl took out a pestle and mortar, mixed the herbs from her backpack in suitable proportions, added a special preparation from her waist, and ground everything together.
She produced a bluish-green herbal paste that could effectively disinfect wounds, stop bleeding, and even accelerate healing to a certain extent.
Then, wearing a warm smile, she distributed the paste to the injured Knight-Errants and earned the trust of many.
"Leadership qualities? If this place had something like the class system at a university, this girl would probably become the class representative."
Before long, the short-haired girl passed in front of Han Dong. Seeming to notice that he was uninjured, she gave a slight nod and a polite smile.
Han Dong had once taught at a university and had