After parting ways with Team Leader Celt, Locke took the documents back to his dormitory.
He looked over the documents again. First were the third-generation descendants from the Elder Council, the Academic Committee, and the Deacons Group. They would field at least three competitors this time.
Each was the descendant of a third-ring wizard, with countless resources at their disposal.
They also possessed countless pieces of equipment.
Compared with them, his only advantage was his "talent."
All three major factions of Golden Crown Mountain want to keep the slots for the Silent Grail's Plane Conquest Tournament in their own hands. A mere set of planar coordinates shouldn't mean much to any of them.
Locke pondered. There might be other interests involved internally. Those aren't things I can learn about at my current level.
"Next are the genuine researchers in the Truth Institute who have little backing." Locke studied the two people Team Leader Celt considered his greatest opponents.
The first was a Force School wizard named Emerson Nelson. He was forty-five this year and had entered Golden Crown Mountain at forty, just barely meeting the age limit.
He had already spent five years at Golden Crown Mountain.
He had completed a first-class project fund project, but had never worked on a subproject under special-grade funding or a key individual grant.
By rights, he should leave Golden Crown Mountain at the end of this year.
Clearly, Emerson Nelson of the Force School wanted to take one last gamble before leaving Golden Crown Mountain this year.
If he succeeded, he could compete in the Plane Conquest Tournament. Even if he failed, he would still gain a great deal.
At any rate, he had reached the limit of his time at the Truth Institute. He had to leave whether he wanted to or