Chapter 1647

"Also, the participant who takes first place may name a wish—Kornac's Keep will grant it, as long as it's within our power to grant it." As Mole Cricks—the black-robed elder—finished, he turned to look at another white-haired elder who walked casually out of the keep and sat on an armchair placed beneath the signboard. He nodded, and Mole continued, "Then, let's not drag our feet. The first trial starts now!" At this announcement, over a dozen apprentices carried a giant cauldron filled with a herbal soup with a weird scent, placing it in the middle of the crowd. Mole then explained, "Everyone will have a chance to taste this soup. You will then list down the ingredients used and its purpose on the piece of paper given to you." As soon as he finished, the crowd was pushing their way toward the giant cauldron eagerly, dipping into it with the spatulas prepared for them and sipping the soup. Yosil Darman—the white-haired elder who was seated on the armchair—stroked his beard and sm