He stepped onto the podium, turned around, and faced the young wizards present.
Those eyes—Duke couldn't accurately describe those eyes.
They were not as deep as an abyss like Raymond's, nor filled with overwhelming pressure like any strong person.
They were more like a calm lake reflecting the entire starry sky.
Alfred, Level 5 Mage, Level 6 Arcane Master.
Albert's student, former teacher of Black Hand Morgan.
Alfred's voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears, as if resonating directly from the depths of their souls:
"Everyone."
He paused for a moment, his gaze slowly sweeping across the audience.
"The fact that you could come here from your respective continents and forces means you've already proven one thing, talent."
"Talent is a threshold; only those who cross it have the qualification to stand here."
He paused again.
"But talent is not the end, not even—the most important thing on your future path."
