After Maria left Duc, the lives of the townspeople became as peaceful as usual. The only difference was that Amon had become a qualified miner. Every day when he saw the familiar town, he found that the streets, the houses, and the smell of the stove did not attract him as much as before. He felt that something was missing. There seemed to be an indescribable emptiness in his heart, as if something had been taken away.
Amon kept recalling that scene. He did not understand why she did it, but he seemed to understand why she did it. In her room, they stared at each other. He put his hand on her chest and was about to kiss her hot lips, but he was suddenly pushed away by a strange force.
He was familiar with this force. It was similar to the shock wave when the core of an ore was cracked open with a sledgehammer. Early the next morning, Maria left in a hurry. Of course, she left with Lord Drick. But in Amon's eyes, it seemed that she was trying to get rid of some kind of temptation. Amon would rather think that way, although it was impossible.
In the dead of night, lying on his bed alone, Amon looked at the low ceiling, at the blurry shadows and ambiguous light. There seemed to be a circle of light flashing in the middle. He could not help but think of her. He even wondered what would have happened if she had not pushed him away, and if Lord Gabriel had not come in.
The fourteen-year-old boy had no experience in what would have happened next. But as he thought about it, a certain part of his body became hard, and he could not help but feel excited and ashamed. In fact, Amon was obviously stronger and more mature than other children of his age. He did not think that he just wanted to have sex with her, but he really longed for that feeling. He was confused about it and did not know what to do.
In the end, Amon thought that he had figured it out. In fact, what happened at that time had nothing to do with his decision. So he got up with a sigh and sneaked out of the house to take a bath in the cold spring.
For some reason, for the first time, Amon had a longing for the cold spring to be even colder, to penetrate every pore of his body and give him inner peace. But he did not lose his mind and forget Crazy 'Ole's advice. He should come out when he felt a warm current rising in his body. He moved around on the bank for a while, then sat down and quietly adjusted his breath. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the blood flowing in his limbs and bones. He carefully felt the feeling of every pore opening, as if he could see and control his own body.
Based on his experience, there would be a warm current flowing through his body, making him feel very comfortable and peaceful. It was so comfortable that he wanted to moan, so peaceful that he did not want to think about anything. However, today's feeling was different from the past. There was a strange disturbance in his body and soul. The warm current had become scorching hot, as if it was impulsive. The cold spring in front of him also seemed to emit a strange fragrance — it was her scent.
Bathing in the cold spring was not as tranquil as before. After dawn, Amon went to chat with Crazy 'Ole as usual. He was not a person who liked to tell secrets, but it was hard for him to keep it to himself. After all, he was only a fourteen-year-old boy, and he trusted Crazy 'Ole completely.
He was not a man who liked to tell secrets, but it was uncomfortable to keep it to himself. After all, he was only a fourteen-year-old boy, and he trusted Crazy 'Ole. At first, Amon did not talk about what happened in the room that night. He only talked about his troubles in the cold spring.
Crazy 'Ole was not surprised. Instead, he laughed and handed him a glass of wine.
Crazy 'Ole was not surprised. Instead, he laughed and handed him a goblet of wine. His father was a drunkard. Amon had seen enough of his father when he was drunk. He had an inexplicable resistance to wine since he was a child.
Crazy 'Ole laughed, "Not everyone will become a drunkard. My boy, you have grown up. It is time for you to taste many things in the world, just like this wine."
Crazy 'Ole's words seemed to be a temptation. Amon took the goblet and tasted it. It was spicy and strange. It was not very pleasant, but it was exactly what he wanted. He could not help but take another big gulp, letting the spicy heat flow down his throat and into his body.
Crazy 'Ole refilled his cup with the wine pot and asked with an enigmatic smile, "If you're confused and want to ask me for advice, tell me. Does it have anything to do with Maria? Don't think I don't know, my boy. That's why I said you have grown up. "
Amon was surprised. His face turned red. Maybe it was because of the wine. He asked back, "What do you know? How do you know? "Then he lowered his head and drank another big goblet of wine.
Crazy 'Ole still filled his goblet. He shrugged and said, "I know what is my business. Whether you tell me or not is your own business. Don't forget that it was you who came to me. You look like you have something to tell me. "
It was the first time for Amon to drink, and Crazy 'Ole's wine was so strong. He was drunk after a few gulps. Finally, he told everything. He looked at the goblet and murmured to himself, "Is it shameful of me?"
Crazy 'Ole suddenly laughed, his messy beard trembling, "What's shameful about it? It seems that you like her. It's human nature! But you look like you've been seduced by the devil. "
"No, Maria is not a devil!" Amon raised his head and shouted unhappily.
Crazy 'Ole stopped laughing and shook his head seriously, "You misunderstand. Maria is not a devil. You have a devil in your heart."
"Devil? What devil? " Amon was stunned. In his mind, the devil was the symbol of sin in myths and legends. They were hated and killed by the gods.
Crazy 'Ole explained slowly, "You're wrong. This devil is not that devil. It's just the restlessness in your soul. It lurks in your heart, in your desire. If you lose yourself in this restlessness, the devil will occupy your heart. It's like selling your soul. It's called falling. In fact, one of the tests mages face in the process of practicing magic is the 'devil's temptation'. "
Amon was confused, "I'm not a mage. Can I also be tempted by the devil?"
Crazy 'Ole shook his head, his hair fluttering in the wind, "No, no, no. Anyone can experience the temptation of the devil. It's just that for a mage to reach the peak of advanced magic, he must pass this test. As for you, you haven't reached this step yet. The test you face is the 'awakening of desire'. The story between you and Maria has something to do with it. "
Amon was even more confused. He suddenly remembered something and asked curiously, "A few days ago, Lord Gabriel asked me if I've learned body arts, and today you mentioned magic. Can you tell me what they are? Why did Lord Gabriel ask me that? Why do you say I'm facing a test? I haven't learned anything! "
Crazy 'Ole snorted and poured himself a glass of wine, "Why haven't you learned anything? It's in the skills of the miners in Duc, but no one understands it! Also, the way I teach you is different from how others learn it. If you want to listen to me properly, then shut up and stop asking questions. Let me finish what I want to say at once. "
Amon stopped talking. Crazy 'Ole continued to explain magic and body arts while drinking. On the continent, slaves were not allowed to learn body arts. Only nobles were qualified to learn magic. It was Amon's first time hearing about this. He didn't know that Crazy 'Ole was going to tell him a lot of unorthodox things.
Both magic and body arts could give people superhuman strength, but they were two different paths.
Body arts awakened the human's own strength and stimulated the greatest potential in the bloodline. According to the legends, human beings were created by the gods, and the blood of the gods remained in their bodies. Awakening it could strengthen the muscles and bones, increase strength and courage, and also make people stronger and more responsive. When this power was fully stimulated, it could even be released from the inside out.
It was said that in the beginning, physical techniques were just a way for people to train themselves and become stronger. However, later on, they were more used in battles and killing, and there were many ways to use them. Therefore, it was also called martial arts, and those who practiced martial arts were also called warriors. Body arts were divided into nine levels. Warriors from the first to the third level were called low-level warriors; those from the fourth to the sixth level were called middle-level warriors; and those from the seventh to the ninth level were called high-level warriors or supreme warriors.
It was especially difficult to become a high-level warrior, which meant that one had already become one of the top warriors on the continent.
Magic awakened the mysterious power between heaven and earth. Mages could communicate with all kinds of energy in the outside world, control, transform and use them. This was an ability that ordinary people did not have. Only the gods could have it, so it was regarded as a gift from the gods. Like body arts, magic was also divided into nine levels.
High-level mages from the seventh to the ninth level were also called supreme mages. They were transcendent beings, almost as magical as the gods in the eyes of ordinary people.
Both magic and body arts required awakening power, but the awakening power was different. Awakening the power bestowed by the gods was much more difficult than awakening the power hidden in the bloodline. Only a few people could do it. It was generally believed that as long as one was healthy, strong, strong-willed and devout, one could awaken the power in the bloodline and learn body arts.
The first power that was awakened would determine the direction of a person's cultivation. Therefore, the number of mages on the continent was far fewer than that of warriors. On the other hand, the number of people who were qualified to learn magic was also much smaller.
A few people might awaken two kinds of power at the same time. There was also a strange phenomenon. When one kind of power was practiced to a high level, the other kind would gradually awaken. Some people practiced body arts and magic at the same time, which mainly happened to warriors. The process of practicing magic was much more difficult than practicing body arts, so mages generally did not practice body arts at the same time. The esoteric and complicated magic was enough for them to spend a lifetime on.
Whether it was ancient prophecies or actual situations, people could not practice body arts and magic at the same time. One could only be the main and the other as a supplement. For example, warriors like Gabriel could not practice magic to the same level as body arts. They could only use simple magic to assist in combat.
Both magic and body arts were divided into nine levels and three levels. The difference between the same level was only the mastery of skills and proficiency. However, there was a qualitative difference in the use of power between different levels. They were called: Power Awakening, Power Control and Power Transformation.
Practicing magic was more difficult than practicing body arts. On the one hand, there were very few people who could awaken the power bestowed by the gods. On the other hand, every level of magic had to pass the test of the gods.
To obtain the power bestowed by the gods, the test to be passed was "Desire Awakening".
To practice low-level magic to the highest level, the test to be passed was "Faith Appraisal".
To practice advanced magic to the highest level, the test to be passed was "Devil's Temptation".
Before becoming a supreme mage, there was another difficult test, "Faith Fusion". – Only by fusing the world of faith in the heart with the world in which one lived could one transform the power one possessed and reach an incredible level.
It seemed that the advancement of body arts did not require this. It only required the practitioner to be strong and diligent, and it seemed that luck was also involved. This was not to say that the advancement of body arts was easy. It was difficult, but it was easier compared to magic.
These were all for the lower and middle levels. When one reached the seventh level and above, it was extremely difficult for either a mage or a warrior to advance any further. The secret was probably only known to the higher-ups of the great shrines of the kingdoms. The highest level, the ninth level, was extremely rare in the whole continent. It was said that ninth-level mages and warriors had the power to fight against the gods in the mortal world. They were even called demigods.
Hearing this, Amon could not help but interrupt, "Demigods? How can mortals have the power to fight against the gods? "
Crazy 'Ole was holding a glass of wine in one hand and gesticulating with the other as he talked. Interrupted by Amon, he was a little displeased, "Why not? It is said that some of the gods in the mortal world are probably demigods. … It is said that these people are the descendants of the gods and mortals, which is why they have such power. I think these words are lies! "
Amon was puzzled, "Lies? How do you know?"
Crazy 'Ole gulped down the wine in his glass and looked into the distance. He answered clearly, "Because I only know one. He's my student, a ninth-level sorcerer."
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