Oscar, with a system rating of 95

Chapter 2 Oscar, with a system rating of 95

In Soto, the shouts and cries of vendors blend together to create a unique urban symphony.

The vendors waved their goods, their faces beaming with the enthusiasm of bargaining.

Lan Minghua walked down the street, looking at the wide variety of goods with great interest.

"Even a fantasy sewer is just as prosperous as a modern one."

Although there are no technological products such as cars, there are horse-drawn carriages, and even carriages pulled by spirit beasts.

Watching people come and go, Lanminghua wondered if he could find a genius disciple.

"System, check the system talent rating of the population."

In an instant, in Lan Minghua's eyes, a string of numbers floated above each person's head.

"12, 8, 20, 25..."

His gaze swept over the vendors, children, and even the elderly in front of him.

It was discovered that the highest system talent score among these people was only in the twenties, far from the score of 80.

Lan Minghua's mood plummeted; he had thought that taking on a disciple would be an easy task.

Unexpectedly, very few people reached the system's talent score of 80.

"It seems that taking on apprentices is not an easy task. It's necessary to go to Shrek Academy."

Lan Minghua had to admit that, putting aside the character of the Shrek Seven Devils, they were indeed all very talented people.

Moreover, some of the Shrek Seven Devils were actually quite decent people if they hadn't been led astray by Tang San.

"Sausages for sale! Big, fragrant sausages, come and have a taste!"

Just then, a cheerful, bubbly voice rang out from Lanminghua No. 2 Middle School.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young-looking vendor with a full beard riding a tricycle and shouting his wares.

"That's... the Oscars?!"

Lan Minghua recognized them immediately, after all, he knew quite a bit about the Shrek Seven Devils.

Of course, this knowledge comes only from books and anime.

Even more surprisingly, Oscar had the golden number 95 above his head.

In other words, his system talent score is as high as 95.

The system's talent rating has a maximum of 100, and Oscar's talent is close to perfect.

Lan Minghua did not expect Oscar to give him a surprise.

That's right. He's the first food-type Soul Master on the Douluo Continent with innate full Soul Power. It would be strange if he didn't have such talent.

Without Tang San's help in stealing the Immortal Herb from Dugu Bo, perhaps only Oscar among them could have become a god on his own.

Oscar's character is not bad; at least there weren't any particularly disgusting scenes.

Lan Minghua didn't rush up; he wanted to see how Oscar treated ordinary people.

The moment Oscar stopped his tricycle, he was surrounded by children.

The children were chattering and making a lot of noise, but he was very patient.

They methodically wrapped the steaming hot sausages in oil paper and handed them to the children.

The children couldn't wait to take a bite, their mouths full of greasiness and spiciness, and they showed happy smiles.

Oscar smiled with satisfaction as he watched his sausages being well-received.

He didn't have the arrogance of a Soul Master; he just wanted to make a little money.

Lan Minghua took everything in and nodded in satisfaction.

"Indeed, that smile wasn't faked. You're qualified to be my disciple."

He was also confident that Oscar's future achievements would far exceed those of a mere second-rate deity.

The children quickly dispersed, and Oscar's stall became deserted.

Only children like to eat his sausages.

Lan Minghua walked over in his slippers, his purpose very clear.

Suddenly, he realized that the shop behind Oscar looked familiar.

"Hey, isn't that shop owned by Flander?"

Looking up, he saw the rutilated quartz inside the shop, which made him even more certain that this was Flanders' shop.

"No wonder Oscar sells sausages here; it turns out Flanders' shop is right behind him."

Lan Minghua can understand.

Oscar is, after all, Shrek's genius, and Flander couldn't let him leave the academy so openly without protecting him.

However, it didn't pose much of a threat to Lan Minghua.

He had no intention of killing Oscar, nor was he afraid of Flander's strength.

Continue walking towards Oscar's booth.

Oscar remained warm and welcoming despite Lan Minghua's homeless appearance.

"Uncle, would you like a delicious sausage? It's only one copper soul coin."

Lan Minghua knew where Oscar's sausages came from.

Although the lines that are conjured up are a bit... well, they don't actually have any side effects.

Lan Minghua was also quite interested in the sausages made from his martial soul.

Since he was a little hungry, he said without thinking, "Then give me one to try."

"Okay, here's your sausage."

Oscar quickly wrapped the steaming hot sausage in oil paper and handed it to Lan Minghua.

Lan Minghua didn't stand on ceremony and took a bite.

In an instant, the rich meat juices burst in your mouth, and the delicious flavor immediately fills your taste buds.

Lan Minghua also sensed a trace of soul power within the sausage.

Although the amount is small, it is enough to prevent ordinary people from having to boost their own immunity.

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Moreover, too much soul power is not necessarily a good thing for ordinary people, as their bodies cannot withstand it.

So Oscar put in a lot of effort to sell sausages.

Lan Minghua was increasingly satisfied with him; he was a promising talent.

After finishing a sausage in two bites, he reached out to ask Oscar for another one.

Although he wasn't paid, Oscar continued to perform.

After eating five in a row, Lan Minghua let out a satisfied burp.

Oscar rubbed his hands together, then asked excitedly, "Uncle, how does the sausage taste?"

"Great, it's delicious. It would be even better if you could also cut hair."

Lan Minghua's inexplicable remark left Oscar completely baffled.

But since we've finished eating, we have to pay.

"Uncle, this is 5 copper soul coins."

Lan Minghua threw away the toothpick in his hand, looking like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water.

"I have no money left, and I only have one worthless life."

Upon hearing this, Oscar exclaimed in surprise: "What? You want to dine and dash?!"

As soon as he said this, Lan Minghua felt a gaze fall on him.

He also sensed that the gaze was coming from the shop behind Oscar.

"You're causing trouble in my territory, aren't you, old man? Let me tell you, I'm a Soul Master!"

Oscar started yelling, jumped to the side, and threw a series of wild punches at Lan Minghua.

Lan Minghua ignored Flander's spying.

He pulled out several secret manuals and handed them to Oscar.

"Wait a minute, I have a few self-created soul skills here. You can choose one, consider it payment for your sausage."

Oscar was speechless, looking at one of the books, "Chrysanthemum Acupuncture Technique," and immediately thought it was a scam.

He sighed deeply, glanced at Lan Minghua's attire, and did not pursue the matter of the five copper soul coins any further.

He walked back to the stall, packed up the few sausages that were left, and handed them to Lan Minghua.

"Uncle, consider this a gift from me. There are still a few left. Don't try to dine and dash next time, or you'll easily get beaten up."

Oscar stuffed the packaged bag into Lan Minghua's hand and then rode his tricycle back to Shrek.

Lan Minghua looked at the bag in his hand and felt a warmth in his heart for no reason.

Oscar has enough talent and good character; he's a good candidate to be a disciple.

But if he doesn't believe it now, why doesn't he just become a teacher at Shrek Academy?

And isn't the opportunity to become a teacher at Shrek Academy right in front of us?

Lan Minghua carried the sausages and walked towards Flanders' shop.

Flander was still lying in the chair, thinking that his spying had not been discovered.

Lan Minghua wouldn't let this opportunity slip by; using this as a topic would definitely get him into Shrek Academy.

Of course, all of this is based on the premise that you have enough ability.

Lan Minghua stared at Flander, who was still lying dead, and kicked the door open without any politeness.

"Boom!"

Flander sprang up from the recliner like a spring.

He immediately burst into a tirade: "You son of a bitch, looking for trouble, huh?!"

(End of this chapter)