Compared with others, Wilmer's goal was obviously much clearer. Among the bulletin boards surrounding the circle, he found the one he wanted to see at a glance.
Then Wilmer's eyes widened in disbelief.
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The relevant regulations for the assessment of breeders are as follows:
1. Appraisers need to pass the "Basic Knowledge Assessment of Breeders", "World of Warcraft Identification Assessment", "Practical Application Assessment", "Basic Pharmacy Configuration Assessment", "Magic Pet Food Cooking Assessment" and "Innovation Assessment of Breeding Plans" There are three fixed subject assessments, plus one optional assessment. Only those who obtain at least five passing scores among the seven assessments in total can be qualified to enter the final assessment.
2. The final assessment is based on an elimination system. The president will set questions, the jury will score, and those with the highest scores will be admitted.
3. Those who pass the first stage of assessment can obtain apprenticeship status and the rights of preliminary breeders until the assessment expires in the following year.
4. Within three years of obtaining the status of a breeder, if the candidate is unable to perceive the "field" and enter the transcendent realm, the president has the right to reduce the member's treatment.
5. If the examiner can naturally understand the "field" and complete the contract, he can obtain the status of breeder without taking the test.
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Wilmer has learned a lot today.
It is no exaggeration to say that in the past seventeen years of his life, he has never seen so many "tests" connected together.
He was even a little dazzled.
Rubbing his temples, Wilmer read several standards from beginning to end. After making sure that he had not missed anything, he took two steps back. From the tip of his eyebrows to the corners of his mouth, his whole body revealed a kind of shock that he had never seen in the world.
It’s not that it’s unreasonable, it’s just... strange.
Looking at all the origin guilds in the empire, this was the first time he saw such...such...magical assessment standards.
After reading the breeder assessment criteria on the sign again as if to confirm, Wilmer felt his throat started to feel itchy again.
He pulled the collar and felt his breathing become smoother.
After his body gradually calmed down, Wilmer looked around and found that his surroundings had been crowded with passers-by. He glanced at the sun that was already high in the sky, avoided the crowd, and found a place with few people to rest.
This corner specially set up for guests to rest is not too far from the bulletin board, so Wilmer heard clearly the calls that sounded from time to time.
Most people were more curious than shocked about the difficulty of the assessment standards. The names of several assessments were interspersed in their conversations and kept reaching Wilmer's ears. He suddenly felt the pressure in his heart like a sapling. The longer it gets, the higher it gets.
Wilmer couldn't guess what these examinations would be like just by looking at the names. But when he wrote down the series of examination subjects, he felt that it would be impossible to be simple, let alone that there would be a final question that he didn't know what the content would be. Tested.
As the president, Dean sets the questions himself. Isn't it more difficult than the previous assessments combined?
This thought instantly destroyed most of Wilmer's previously sufficient self-confidence.
He checked his conditions against the assessment standards, and his sense of crisis suddenly doubled. Wilmer coughed twice and quietly looked around at the competitors.
On the left are ordinary passers-by who come to watch the fun.
On the right, there are tourists watching the scenery.
After looking at it, the serious expression on Wilmer's face slowly relaxed.
Systematic knowledge and theory are indeed things that these breeders, who have only relied on experience and observation ability to conduct breeding before, have never been exposed to.
It is also because he has never been in contact with him, so Wilmer does not dare to say for sure that a former breeder like himself has any big advantages compared to ordinary people. He may even have to do it because of his mentality. inferior to others.
But Wilmer believes that he will not lose to these laymen in terms of enthusiasm and dedication to selective breeding.
Maybe everyone is on the same starting line, but he must be running faster than those people.
Standing up with support on the table, Wilmer moved his stiff body, and a lot of the pressure that had been weighing on his heart was instantly dissipated.
In order to prevent missing any important information, he deliberately walked around the crowd and read the contents on the bulletin board one by one. In addition to the assessment standards, the others were related to the precautions for visiting the Origin Guild and the specific guild layout.
It seems that except for the assessment standards that the public is most concerned about are placed on the bulletin board, other content is distributed throughout the Origin Guild, and visitors need to understand it themselves.
Wilmer kept the content related to him in mind and returned the same way. As he walked, he heard the voices of many people complaining in his ears.
He didn't listen deliberately, but he could probably guess what it was about.
Wilmer hammered his aching chest and thought with some schadenfreude. Now those people who think that breeders are easy to fool around and want to fish in troubled waters should wake up.
Dean is not here to do charity.
Not only is it not charity, but judging from the assessment standards, his attitude towards breeders is also very strict.
It's definitely not something that can be passed smoothly by just messing around.
Of course, if there are still people who still think they can get through easily after seeing so many requirements, then Wilmer has nothing to say.
With a sense of urgency in his heart, Wilmer immediately found the place to buy textbooks based on the map, where a small queue had already formed.
He walked closer and saw not only the textbooks, but also many strange books called "Exercise Questions." Wilmer looked through the contents and felt that they should be useful, so he paid for them together.
After getting the most important textbooks, he seemed to have settled a worry, and then he was in the mood to care about the scenery of the Origin Guild. A thick stack of books was piled in his arms, and Wilmer held it with difficulty. Things, according to the guidance of the map, started to visit around the Origin Guild.
Because it was an open day only, Dean did not impose any excessive restrictions on the scope. Except for the third floor of the main building, which is an undeveloped area that is strictly prohibited, other places can be visited at will.
Wilmer held up his exhausted body and shuttled through the Origin Guild. He was dazzled by the various exquisite designs. Especially when he learned that these were all made by the Demon Pet, he was filled with wonder and shock in an instant. reached the peak.
How ingenious.
Looking at the integrated wooden house building in front of him, Wilmer's eyes filled with admiration.
Whether it is a building full of fantasy or a familiar that can create such a building, it is so ingenious.
While it makes people feel envious, it also benefits a lot.
Wilmer secretly determined that sooner or later, he would develop his breeding house to this level.
Until then...
Attracted by his own fantasy, Wilmer was distracted. It was during this distraction that he was hit by the crowd behind him. He lost his support and fell to the ground.
The moment he lost his balance, Wilmer subconsciously raised his hands to cover his head. Just a second before he was about to fall, an orange hawk-beaked cat tilted its head and supported him with telekinesis.
"Meow Chi."
Wilmer breathed a sigh of relief after escaping. He hugged the book that was sent back to his arms by telepathy and quickly left the crowd.
After avoiding the source of danger, he walked to the corner, made eye contact with Garfield, and while subconsciously thanking him, he couldn't help but take out the snack he made from his pocket and handed it over.
This is Wilmer's usual method of appeasing monsters. Perhaps it has formed a muscle memory. The moment he looked at Garfield, he seemed to be bewitched, and somehow he used it until he finished doing this. After everything happened, I realized something was wrong.
This is a B-level magic pet, the Eagle-Beaked Winged Cat, with enough wealth to buy several of them. If you feed him homemade food like this, if something goes wrong, you won't be able to afford the compensation even if you sell him.
The feeding movement stopped suddenly. Just as Wilmer was about to give up, he saw another hand suddenly reaching out and taking the snack he handed over.
"Don't be so polite. It is our duty to ensure the safety of visitors."
Dean looked at the fish-shaped snack in his hand and raised his eyebrows.
"Ruben grass, moissanite pollen, chopped whitetail fish meat... it should be very popular with the sweet-tasting demon pet. Did you make this yourself?"
He smelled it and felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so he got in front of Garfield and tried it.
Garfield opened his mouth reservedly, took the dried fish in his mouth, and then walked away with his tail shaking.
It was rare for Dean to see it take such an active role, and he was probably aware of the smell of the dried fish. He glanced at the thick textbooks and exercise books in Wilmer's hand, and asked, "Are you going to take the breeder exam?"
Wilmer nodded awkwardly and admitted, "I have this plan, but I don't know if it will succeed..."
Dean put his hands behind his back and encouraged the young man favored by the lucky cat: "Come on, I think you have great hope."
"As long as you do the questions well, there will be no problem!"
"Thank you for your favor, I will work hard!"
After Wilmer happily accepted Dean's encouragement, he hugged the book and left. Dean looked at his leaving back and couldn't help but sigh.
The three-year study and five-year exam in another world begins today!
Glancing at the noisy crowd not far away, Dean raised the corners of his lips in relief, hiding his merit and fame.
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