"Extract the talents now," William instructed the system. He had just extracted affinities and was now curious about the talents of his slaves as well.
[Understood.]
Once again, a cascade of notifications flooded his vision, each line informing of another low-tier or mid-tier talent harvested from the 250-plus enslaved individuals bound under his mark of slavery.
The rapid succession of system alerts created a flickering wall of text that was overwhelming to look at; William simply exhaled and muted them with a short command again for a second time.
When the process ended, he opened the consolidated list.
For several seconds his gaze remained fixated on the list as he scrolled it. The sheer number of entries scrolling before him felt excessive to him; most of the talents were low tier without good effects like fast cooking, cleaning, foraging, etc.
