There was obviously no answer to that question, so no one present responded.
"Go." The gray-haired old man raised a hand. "Let Gose come see for himself. That boy he thinks so highly of has finally come to take the test... I thought he'd come over immediately, but he still dragged it out for two days."
"No need."
As he spoke, the conference room doors opened. A hunchbacked old man with azure eyes entered with several young people behind him. "I don't need you to remind me."
Following behind Master Gose were Isengard, Waldo, and Kalansir.
After entering, Kalansir walked behind the gray-haired old man and quietly said a few words.
The already small conference room instantly became somewhat crowded, but no one said anything. The other alchemists who had been seated hurriedly rose, intending to give up their seats for Master Gose.
But the old man did not pay much attention to it. He stood where he was, looking at Ian on the light screen. "Let me see today's test question."
Waldo hurriedly handed over a sheet of paper. Master Gose took it and glanced over it, raising his brows. "His luck doesn't seem very good. This doesn't appear to be Ian's specialty."
"Afraid of losing face, are you?" the old woman shot back, not giving him the slightest courtesy. "Whenever we had afternoon tea, you kept boasting that you'd found a genius in the Southern Ridge... What, he isn't your disciple, and even geniuses can't adapt to every test question?"
"You can't put it like that, Vana." The gray-haired old man chimed in. "After all, the child really is too young... It's normal for him to have things he isn't good at. His luck really is bad."
"Oh."
Master Gose merely gave a meaningful smile. He sat down,