Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 1062: Character

Chapter 1062: Chapter 1062: Character

Upon hearing Finley Yellow’s words, Wyatt Barnes simply smiled faintly.

Becoming an outsider recognized by the "Northumberland Gagnon Family" was certain?

His purpose in coming here was not to become an outsider of the Northumberland Gagnon Family; he had approached the Gagnon Family so that they would honor him as an Honorary Minister, a Sacrificial Officer.

One could imagine,

once he revealed his identity as a "Grade One Alchemist", even the Martial Emperor strongmen of the Northumberland Gagnon Family would show him respect.

"However, this ’Alchemist Competition’ does seem worth participating in... When the competition officially starts, I’ll reveal my ’Grade One Red Flame’, and it’s bound to be interesting,"

With this thought, a trace of a smile emerged at the corner of Wyatt Barnes’s mouth.

And the smile that now appeared on the corners of Wyatt’s mouth, when perceived by Finley Yellow, seemed to symbolize confidence.

Confidence that he would certainly be ranked among the top thirty in the ’Alchemist Competition’ and become an outsider of the Northumberland Gagnon Family.

If Finley Yellow knew of Wyatt’s true intentions at that moment, he might have been scared into fainting on the spot.

The Alchemist Competition had not yet started, and everyone, including Wyatt Barnes, stood waiting in silence.

As time passed, fewer and fewer people arrived.

Finally, for a long while, no one was seen.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Suddenly, two faint sounds of wind came, startling everyone present, including Wyatt Barnes.

As Wyatt and others turned toward the source of the wind noises, they discovered two elderly figures had appeared.

These were two old men, one dressed in blue robes, the other in gray.

The blue-robed old man was stout, with a firm face and an imposing brow, creating an invisible pressure that was somewhat overwhelming.

The gray-robed old man, slender with a gaunt face and a gloomy brow, exuded an eerie sense of chill.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

...

With the appearance of the two old men, five more figures materialized behind them, shadowing their movements.

Among these people were old men and middle-aged men, standing emotionlessly behind the two seniors, their gazes fixed ahead, never shifting in the slightest.

"The Gagnon family has come out!"

Someone whispered in a low voice, prompting everyone including Wyatt Barnes to regain their composure and scrutinize the seven individuals before them.

"The two leading them are both at the ’Transforming Void Realm Level Eight’... The remaining five range from the ’Transforming Void Realm Level Four’ to ’Level Six’,"

Wyatt’s mental power extended out, quickly gauging the cultivation of the seven individuals.

Their cultivation levels were not considered strong for a second-rate power like the Northumberland Gagnon Family.

But Wyatt knew their cultivation strength did not need to be too formidable.

"Appearing just as the ’Alchemist Competition’ is about to begin... These seven must be the people from the Northumberland Gagnon Family presiding over this Alchemist Competition! The hosts of the Alchemist Competition are undoubtedly alchemists themselves, and presumably of not insignificant grades,"

"Being high-grade alchemists with such levels of cultivation is quite commendable,"

Wyatt’s eyes flashed sharply, his gaze piercing as though he could easily see through the seven individuals from the Northumberland Gagnon Family.

And indeed, Wyatt’s guess was correct.

"Welcome to our Gagnon Family’s Alchemist Competition as participants and observers... First, on behalf of the Gagnon Family, I thank you all for your enthusiasm. Secondly, this time our Gagnon Family will only accept the top thirty from the Alchemist Competition. If unfortunately eliminated, please do not be discouraged; our Gagnon Family will hold another ’Alchemist Competition’ in three years,"

the blue-robed old man announced, his voice booming like a bell and reaching the ears of all present.

"My name is Zen Gagnon, an elder of the Gagnon family... The person beside me is also an elder of our family; you might have heard of him. He is Elder Dion Gagnon,"

continued the blue-robed old man, introducing himself and the gray-robed elder beside him to the crowd.

"Elder Dion Gagnon? Could it be the same one reputed to often produce Pill Medicines with a purity of more than seventy percent?"

"It must be him! I heard that one of the referees for today’s Alchemist Competition is Elder Dion Gagnon!"

"Elder Dion Gagnon might only be a ’Grade Three Alchemist’, but because he can produce Pill Medicines with a purity of over seventy percent, he stands out amongst third-grade alchemists,"

...

Many people whispered among themselves, discussing the gray-robed elder, Elder Dion Gagnon of the Gagnon Family.

"Elder Zen is also a ’Grade Three Alchemist’ of the Gagnon Family, with a history of producing Pill Medicines of a purity exceeding seventy percent. He may not be quite at the level of Elder Dion, but the difference is marginal,"

"Indeed, Elder Zen is impressive too... If I could receive his guidance, my advancement in alchemy would be swift and significant,"

"Furthermore, I heard that Elder Zen is very approachable and humble... This is where Dion Gagnon falls short,"

...

Subsequently, more whispers spread among the crowd.

Meanwhile, Dion Gagnon’s expression darkened slightly but he refrained from reacting.

As for Zen, although his face betrayed no emotion, there was a hint of pleasure in his eyes – everyone prefers praise to criticism.

"Today, Zen Gagnon and I will serve as the chief judges for this ’Alchemist Competition’... The five behind us are distinguished alchemists of our Gagnon Family, serving as referees to oversee your alchemy results,"

Zen continued to address the crowd.

"Hm?"

Halfway through Zen’s speech, Wyatt stopped listening.

Of course, it wasn’t that he intentionally wasn’t listening, it was because his gaze had been drawn away by someone.

His gaze had originally been on Zen Gagnon and the other six members of the Gagnon Family from Northumberland, making it easy to spot any expressions that were out of place.

Now, it was that Dion Gagnon who had captivated his attention.

He noticed that Dion Gagnon was currently looking at a middle-aged man in green robes, occasionally nodding as if communicating something.

In the end, within the depths of Dion Gagnon’s eyes, a sharp and predatory glint flashed by, seemingly ready to devour its prey.

"He..."

At first, even though Wyatt Barnes felt that the figure of the middle-aged man in green robes was somewhat familiar, he didn’t think much of it.

However, right at that moment, the middle-aged man in green robes suddenly turned his head and looked towards him.

In the depths of the other man’s gaze, there was a mix of mockery and disdain, and across his face spread a smile of having succeeded in a scheme.

"It’s him!"

Now, seeing the true face of the middle-aged man in green robes, Wyatt Barnes finally recognized him, "No wonder he seemed familiar..."

The middle-aged man in the green robes was none other than one of the three middle-aged men he had taught a lesson outside the Gagnon household in Northumberland.

"It looks like he knows that Dion Gagnon... Not only knows him but seems to be quite familiar."

Wyatt’s eyes narrowed.

Without guessing, he could also figure out what the middle-aged man in green robes and Dion Gagnon were discussing; it was very likely about how to make things difficult for him.

But, he didn’t care.

If he were just a ’Grade Six alchemist,’ perhaps he really would have fallen into their trap.

But the problem is, he is not a Grade Six alchemist at all!

"Everyone quiet down."

Soon, Zen Gagnon’s voice continued to spread, surpassing the incredibly noisy scene, making the venue fall silent for a moment.

For a moment, everyone’s gaze, including that of Wyatt Barnes, fell upon Zen Gagnon.

"The alchemist competition is divided into preliminary, semi-final, and final rounds... Before the preliminary round, you will need to draw lots, get your own number tags, and compete in the preliminary round in the order of the numbers."

Seeing that everyone was looking his way, Zen Gagnon said.

"It’s starting!"

Suddenly, many people’s eyes lit up with excitement.

The preliminary round is the beginning of the alchemist competition; only those who advance from the ’preliminary’ can enter the ’semi-final.’

After the semi-final comes the ’final.’

Only the most outstanding thirty individuals will be able to enter the final.

Those who can enter the final will each become an external member of the Gagnon Family.

The final will determine the specific rankings of the thirty individuals, with those ranking at the top receiving generous rewards.

At the same time, they will become the main cultivation targets of the Gagnon Family.

"I’ve heard that the top three in the final, in addition to physical rewards, will also become disciples of the Gagnon Family’s Grade Two alchemists, able to receive personal guidance!"

"My goal is to be among the top three in the final! As long as I can receive guidance from a Grade Two alchemist, I will surely become a ’Grade Four alchemist’ in a short time!"

"Those who come to participate in the alchemist competition, as long as they have some strength, all aim for more than just becoming an external member of the Gagnon Family... Each one hopes to receive guidance from the Gagnon Family’s high-grade alchemists."

...

Many people talked amongst themselves, their eyes burning with passion.

Among them, there were many ’Grade Five alchemists,’ and their ultimate goal was to become disciples of the Gagnon Family’s Grade Two alchemists.

As the saying goes, those who are close to the water get the moon first!

Being a disciple, one could assist a Grade Two alchemist; as long as you serve the Grade Two alchemist well, you can receive guidance at any time.

"Let them draw lots."

Zen Gagnon looked towards the middle-aged man following him and said indifferently.

"Yes."

After the middle-aged man respectfully responded, he was about to leap out to fetch the items needed for the drawing of lots, allowing Wyatt Barnes and the others who came to participate in the ’alchemist competition’ to draw their lots.

"Wait!"

Just then, a voice sounded abruptly, causing the middle-aged man to halt, not yet having managed to leap out.

"Elder Dion Gagnon."

The middle-aged man looked towards the old man standing shoulder to shoulder with Zen Gagnon, not daring to take any rash actions.

"Dion Gagnon, do you have something to say?"

Zen Gagnon raised his eyebrows and asked Dion Gagnon.

Dion Gagnon nodded indifferently, then stepped forward and looked around before speaking confidently, "Today is the day our Northumberland Gagnon Family holds the ’alchemist competition’ to recruit outstanding external members... I personally welcome everyone’s participation."

"However, when our Gagnon Family recruits external members, we look not only at talent in alchemy but also at character!"

"As I know, some of you here have a violent temperament and often harm others... Such people are not qualified to participate in the ’alchemist competition’ held by our Gagnon Family!"

As he said this, a gleam shot from Dion Gagnon’s eyes, finally landing on a young man in purple clothes in the distance, while also looking at the middle-aged man behind the youth.

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