Chapter 167 (1/2)

The Audition (2)

Coldblood Seven was angry but she wasn’t bold enough to speak up. She felt Coldblood Five could rise to such a high position all because of Coldblood Two’s help. Without help, Coldblood Five would be below herself.

Coldblood Seven still had to admit Coldblood Five was capable though. Hence she could only be angry without taking action. She would never mention this in front of Coldblood Five, she definitely didn’t want to be murdered one day.

By the way, Coldblood Seven wasn’t very old. From her body shape and skin, she looked like she was about twenty-seven or eight, probably like an older sister. Many people wanted to see the face behind her mask, but of course, the people who did were already dead.

“To be Coldblood Thirteen, one has to attain the highest qualifications in alchemy. The rest is not important. The problem is that within our alchemy team, while Coldblood Thirteen did stand out a little, the rest are about the same level. It’s going to be hard to pick one!”

The Coldblood Thirteen Eagles were a group of people who were the most capable among these small teams. Within their fields, they were the most powerful. Some teams were stronger than others, some had more people than the rest, but of course, every team had to have at least one person.

Alchemists were already rare among them, and Coldblood Thirteen was the only alchemist within the Coldblood Thirteen Eagles. Hence, the new Coldblood Thirteen had to be a master in alchemy- or at least be able to win over the members.

“What’s so difficult about it? If we’re looking at their skills, then we’ll follow our Coldblood rules to organise a competition. As long as the person is a member of the Coldblood Group, and wins the competition, then he/she will get the position!” Coldblood Seven said, waving.

“Mm, that’ll do!” said Coldblood Ten, usually a man of few words. He stood up, ready to leave. He was in charge of the collection and distribution of information, so he was preparing to announce this update.

Many people thought it was weird to have a quiet person like Coldblood Ten to be in charge of information distribution. His answer: I don’t need to know how to speak well to share and collect information.

“Do it as soon as possible. Coldblood One was originally waiting for Coldblood Thirteen’s results. With the accident, although we can’t keep our hopes up for someone else, there’d still be hope,” added Coldblood Two, “now, the most important thing is to choose a new Coldblood Thirteen and help the person finish a spirit.”

“Why must it be a reanimated spirit?” asked Coldblood Seven, puzzled.

“We don’t need to ask questions, nor do we need to know why!” frowned Coldblood Two.

Coldblood Seven always had too many questions when the rest had none. Perhaps it was an occupational hazard. She was the head of the spy team, or what they called the Pretty Squad.

The Pretty Squad. Like how wise men say, ‘Lies are all beautiful’, this squad consisted of con artists. They were in charge of telling lies, scamming people for all sorts of reasons.

The Pretty Squad had the most contact with the outside world. They were the best at makeup, thievery, acting etc.

The Coldblood Group had a team of thinkers to plan all of this. They consisted of most of the Coldblood Thirteen Eagles.

Coldblood Two led the planning, and they were called the Think Tank!!

And just like that, after a short discussion, the new Coldblood Thirteen was about to be born. Many people were very excited to audition for it.

To be one of the Coldblood Thirteen Eagles was just a dream to most of the members. Right now, the gates were open to them. Every person who knew alchemy registered, while the rest could only watch and sigh!

This position was probably the most attainable seat of all. Unfortunately, alchemy was a difficult art. Even if you were lucky enough to get it, other people still could knock you off.