Checking Lucivar's paperwork briefly, Victor glanced over to Clara and found her completely disinterested, leaning back on her chair—without any intention of dealing with Lucivar. Since the paperwork stated that he came from a slave city, she lost interest instantly.
Not that there were no promising candidates from slaves though.
Sighing lightly, Victor gazed at Lucivar and explained, "Lucivar, we are going to judge your potential and see whether you are fit to be a part of our academy. There would be several simple tests, do your best to impress us,"
Upon hearing this, Lucivar nodded in understanding though he wasn't going to comply.
"First of all, put a drop of your blood on the chalice," Victor commanded.
Lucivar glanced to the side and found a big white chalice made of marble to his left, it was as tall as a young kid, around his waist height. He went over to the chalice, and saw a blade was placed there.
