Chapter 396: The Age of Geniuses

"Ainz, registration for the Golden Dragon Cup has already started. When are we going?"

The boy Yaheng put his hands behind his head, lying on a blood-stained metal dissection table, boredly looking at the sloppy boy Ainz who was adjusting the potion.

"The registration period is a month long, and it's only three days now. What are you worried about?" Ainz, the pharmacist who was concentratingly pouring alchemy materials into the cauldron based on the potion formula he had deduced, replied without looking up. .

"Finish the name early and finish the work early. It's annoying me to wait like this."

"There are no restrictions on the martial arts competition held by Grand Duke Jinlong, except for age. In addition to the generous rewards of the competition, as long as people who are old enough will participate in the registration.

The registration has just started, and there will definitely be more people than we can imagine. So we wait a few days and then sign up now, it's just a waste of time. "

"But I've already gone to the registration site. As you estimated, there are a lot of people, and there are heads everywhere." Speaking of this, the young Yaheng showed excitement on his face, "I've never seen such an adult. Lots of people huddled together."

"Oh." Ainz responded very coldly.

"However, Ainz, you are wrong. After the registration started, more and more people want to participate in the martial arts competition, and there is no sign of any decrease at all."

"Oh, normal."

"Ainz, in fact, the registration process is very slow. It takes a lot of time just to check the age. There are many uncles and aunts who are over 30 years old who want to get in, and they lie about their ages and want to get in. The waste of age groups competing."

Having said that, Yaheng, who remembered something rare he saw, sat up from the bloody metal dissection table with a hint of surprise:

"Ainz, do you know what I saw in the place where I signed up? Someone came to sign up with a child who had just learned to walk. This is crazy. Such a young child can neither fight nor cast spells. What can you do?"

"There is enough profit, and human beings can do anything." Hearing Yaheng's description, Ainz paused when he put the potion, and said what he had read in a book left by a sage. .

"And then? How did the kingdom deal with it? We can't let those who are blinded by interests get the qualifications casually."

"Children who have not cultivated vindictiveness or spiritual power are not allowed to enter the registration venue and disrupt the registration order.

Yaheng scratched his head and sighed, "But even with this new restriction, there are still many children eligible to participate in the competition. There are too many geniuses in our generation. "

"Genius?" Ainz, who was preparing the potion, shook his head when he heard these two words, "With the same effort, when a small number of people achieve better results than a large number of people, that group of people can be called geniuses. But when everyone's achievements are the same, it's still a genius, just an ordinary person."

"So, Ainz, a guy like you who can prepare bronze-level potions at the age of ten and gold-rank potions at eighteen is not considered a genius?" Hearing Ainz's words, Yaheng asked back with a big smile.

"Fifty years ago, I could be regarded as a slightly talented pharmacist, but now I'm just an ordinary little pharmacist."

"Huh?" Hearing his own humble words, the young Yaheng opened his mouth in astonishment, "By your standards, am I not just a very ordinary silver warrior?"

"Well, otherwise." Ainz looked up at the boy who was sitting on the metal dissection table with a dissatisfied expression on his face, "Breaking through to the peak of the fifth rank of silver at the age of sixteen, thirty years ago, it was really remarkable.

But now, in a small town like ours, which is not well-known in England, there are several teenagers whose strength can be compared with yours.

This is still famous. If you add in incognito and don't want to show up, the number will only be large.

And this is just our small city. If the scope is expanded to the whole province, how many teenagers like you will there be? How about expanding the scope a little more, to the whole country? How many are there?

Another thing is for sure, there are definitely guys younger and stronger than you, but there will be no small numbers. So, you are just an ordinary teenager now, not a genius. "

"I..." Yaheng opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but he couldn't find a reason. Even he himself felt that Ainz was very reasonable, because there are indeed too many geniuses now, and they can no longer be used. These two words to call them the point.

"I'm just trying to achieve higher achievements in the future, and I'm just suppressing the realm. As long as I want, I can break through to the gold level at any time. Those guys in our city are definitely not my opponents."

"You think you're the only one suppressing?" Ainz asked back.

"..." Yaheng was speechless, trying to change the subject, "Ainz, the number of applicants for our competition has not decreased, but there are very few applicants for your pharmacist competition now."

"Bang!" As soon as he finished speaking, a colorful smoke rose from the cauldron in front of Ainz, and at the same time, a strange fragrance filled the air.

Ainz's expression remained the same when he saw that his potion had not been refined, but instead a tossing of poisonous gas. After emptying the poisonous gas through the ventilation circle set up in advance, he turned to look at Yaheng, "Let's go!"

"Where?"

"Of course, I'm going to sign up and prepare to participate in the national pharmacist competition. Didn't you say that there are very few pharmacists participating in the registration now?"

"..."

...the pharmacist registration office.

"Did you not read the notice? Grand Duke Morea issued an order that only pharmacists under the age of 30 can participate in the registration. Master, you are at least fifty or sixty years old now."

When Ainz and Aheng came to the registration office for the pharmacist competition, the official in charge of the registration looked at Ainz wearing the pharmacist's robe with a sarcastic look.

These days, there are too many pharmacists trying to hide their age and try to get through the competition, which makes them all troubled, but because of the pharmacist's detached social status, they all develop the temper of an uncle.

Once those senior pharmacists were found out their real age, they would scold them and these officials. Being yelled at every day, no matter how good-tempered a person is, he can't keep his good-tempered.

"I'm only eighteen years old this year." Ainz, who was regarded as a middle-aged uncle in his forties or fifties, turned dark in an instant. Although he didn't care about his appearance, he didn't like to take care of himself, so he kept a beard on his face and let himself The appearance looks much older than his actual age, but it is not so old.