"The Slov Royal Family?" Carl asked. "Senior, do you possess the bloodline of a Duke?"
"Yes." Vulcan stood up, his immense frame making the otherwise spacious room feel somewhat cramped. "My mother possessed great Wizard Talent, so she was sent to the High Tower. Not long after, I was born."
"You probably don't know this," Vulcan continued, "but the upper echelons of both places do interact. It's just not very frequent, that's all."
Carl understood. To ordinary people, and even Wizard Apprentices, the two continents might seem unconnected, but it was different for certain individuals. The vast distance could not completely hinder communication between personnel.
"Come!" Vulcan picked up a piece of paper and handed it over. "Take this test."
A test? Carl stared at the dense text and intricate patterns on the paper, a familiar sense of dread washing over him.
Are you kidding me? he thought. After transmigrating to this world, do I still have to take exams?
