What's wrong with a lord daddy who just wants to draw cards?

Chapter 5-5- Talent Test

While Domi was messing around, several adults had finished their dinner, and Becky also told everything under Carlos' pressure.

She found that no matter how many excuses she thought of, she would forget them all once she came to Carlos, again!My mind went blank, so I had to tell everything.

And the truth is what Carlos wants to know.

"Is Domi actually so slow?"

Carlos was in disbelief and turned to look at the row of women at home. Domi was still spraying corn soup at his brother.

Last time I spit out peas, last time I sprinkled bread crumbs, and last time I climbed up on the table and put the cake batter on Edward's face...

It's a different drama every time. How can such a child be dull?It is no exaggeration to say that he is the most brilliant among the three sons.

"Carlos," Gresa suddenly said, "is there a possibility that Domi didn't tell him on purpose? The third child has been lively and active since he was a child, and he must be very smart. This is not impossible."

"And they are so young that they are not able to tell anything from one thing. You are a bit paranoid."

Gracea's words seemed to wake Carlos up.

The Blofeld family has been passed down for several generations, and he did not want the family to decline in the next generation, so he placed too many expectations on his children, hoping that they would be able to use forbidden magic when they were born.

Carlos laughed self-deprecatingly: "That seems to be the case."

Then he looked at Becky and said, "Teacher, there is no need to put any pressure on you. Just teach me how you taught me before, and you can teach me now. It doesn't matter if you can't speak. Children will naturally be able to speak when they grow up."

Gresa looked at him with relief. This was what she admired most about Carlos. He was never arrogant about his identity and abilities and always listened to his opinions.

But there is something that needs to be discussed immediately.

Teachers who teach culture and enlightenment are only one part, and the other part is the detection of children's magical talents.

If conditions permit, immersing yourself in the atmosphere of the corresponding talent composition from an early age can increase the upper limit of the talent. Even if it is not good, it can speed up the practice of magic.

The effect of edification is obvious to all.

The former is mostly optional for aristocratic families, while the latter is mandatory. Even some ordinary families will send their children to the church to test their talents, and then do their best to cultivate them.

Relying on magical talent to transcend social classes and reach the pinnacle of life is the lifelong ideal of most civilians.

"Magic talent test...a week, it is indeed time."

Carlos calculated the time: "In this way, tomorrow I will call a mage with all attributes. After testing, I will start cultivating the atmosphere directly."

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Duomi seemed to have heard something incredible.

It was an enlightenment education and a talent test, but he was only seven days old!Will he be exhausted from enrolling in so many cram schools at once?
It's a pity that reality has never learned mercy.

Early the next morning, the mages called by Carlos arrived. They didn't even dare to be late for a second and came an hour in advance.

Kelsey placed Domi alone in front of the magic ball and exited the room. The fewer people around during the talent test, the more accurate it would be.

The person in charge of the test was the family's captain of the guard, Osmond. The strong man and captain of the guard was not only well-muscled, but also had first-class magical talent. It was said that he had been the leader of a certain knighthood in the past.

His smile was very charming, and there was a scar that ran through the entire face. He looked fierce, as if he could pick up a machete and hit himself a few times in the next moment, but his words were very gentle: "Come on, young master, Put your little hands on the magic ball~"

Before Osment could lift his hand for him, Domi stretched out his hand and put it on the magic ball.

"Oh, it's quite spiritual."

Then he focused on the magic ball and observed its changes.

The moment his hand touched the magic ball, Duomi felt something boiling in his body, like gas or energy, and then continuously gathered along the veins into the palm of his hand, and then rushed out of the body and entered the magic ball. middle.

The originally transparent small glass ball began to turn dark, as if it had been bleached by ink.

"Shadow talent, not bad~"

The dark color is getting thicker and thicker, which is an indicator of the level of talent.

People with higher talents, even if they cannot use magic, will slowly accumulate corresponding mana in their bodies. Calculating the total amount of these mana can indirectly judge a person's magic talent.

Therefore, retesting after seven days is a standard number of days.

But as time passed, Osmond frowned:
"The shadow talent is only at the elementary level...how is that possible?"

The Blofeld family's talent bloodline is extremely good, and the guaranteed level is all intermediate. Why is there an elementary talent level?Is it recessive inheritance again?
Duomi was also helpless, but he was still very lucky to have a junior talent.

If he hadn't drawn the card at that time, and now he is probably still a useless person without talent, it would be even more shameful, and he would probably knock out the front teeth of the guard captain.

It doesn't mean that you must have talent to practice magic. It's okay if you don't have talent. It's just that if you have talent, it will be easier to practice magic corresponding to the talent, and the efficiency will be higher.

But Duomi didn't panic at all. When he drew the [Shadow Talent (Elementary)], he found that it was followed by the words [upgradeable].

So as long as the villain's value is in place, he can even directly maximize his talents. The current show of weakness is just a way for him to fade out of the public eye.

The results of the talent test for the three brothers came out soon.

The eldest brother Argyle has a perfect earth talent, which is a level higher than the advanced level, second only to the "God Rewards Me" level, and is almost the highest level of talent.

The second brother, Edward, has a high-level fire talent. Although not as good as his eldest brother, the fire system is an extremely violent magic system and is more popular than the earth system, which combines offense and defense.

Domi was more miserable. When Carlos and Grasa found out that he only had the elementary shadow system, their eyes dimmed, but they were more regretful.

Carlos asked the shadow, earth, and fire mages to stay, waved his hand and asked them to take the children down and start educating them, while he said to Gresa:
"Fortunately, the eldest and second child are doing fine. Let them protect the third child in the future. In these troubled times, it would be good for the third child to be a rich man. At least he can be safe."

Gresa lowered her head and looked at the toes of her shoes. What mother doesn't want her children to be talented and successful, but compared to these, being safe and sound is the most basic wish.

She remained silent for a moment, then raised her head and looked at Carlos firmly:
"In the future, you can't favor the boss and the second child. On the contrary, you have to treat them equally and give the third child more resources to keep him safe and sound. That is compensation for him. In the future, whether you want to be a rich man or go your own way. , don’t stop me, promise me Carlos!”

This is balance in disguise.

Carlos knew Grasa's thoughts very well. A child's talent depends on God and his parents. Domi only has elementary shadow talent and they are half responsible for it.

He stepped forward and hugged Gresa's delicate body, put their heads on each other's shoulders, and whispered softly in her ear:
"I understand. In fact, you don't need to tell me that I will treat the three children equally. Whether they are Argyle, Edward, or Domi, they are our biological flesh and blood. How can any parent in the world not be kind to their children? "

(End of this chapter)