Perhaps Goliath was too excited that his voice broke through Crazy 'Ole's barrier. Amon could not hear the rest of the conversation. Only the two of them in the room could hear it.
Crazy 'Ole sat there with a goblet of wine in his hand. He made a downward gesture, "You don't have to believe me, but when the day comes, I hope you will remember what I said and be prepared for it … Let's not talk about this. I've been living in Duc all these years and we've been living in harmony. I've even helped you a little, am I right?"
Goliath bowed, "When I first met you, I was only a fifth-level mage. You didn't cause me any trouble. You even helped me a few times and gave me many pointers. Otherwise, I wouldn't have become a supreme mage so smoothly. From a personal point of view, I've always been grateful to you. There's no doubt about that. "
Crazy 'Ole actually had moments of modesty. He waved his hand and smiled, "You don't have to thank me for what you've achieved. I've only told you some of my experiences. You've also let me read many books in the Shrine. I'm grateful to you as well. But today, what do you think about a little favor? "
Goliath was silent for a while. Then he sighed and answered, "No problem. We both know that the boy is innocent. I'm afraid the whole continent knows that. Dusti is a smart man. It's easy. The emissary from the capital will come in three days. "
Crazy 'Ole stood up, "Then let's go to him. I'll go with you. He won't dare to disobey you, and he won't dare to tell anyone about what happened today."
Golier smiled. "When the time comes, I naturally won't ignore him."
When they were about to leave, Crazy 'Ole suddenly said, "Golier, although you don't want me to say it, I have to say it one last time. If the catastrophe really comes, I hope you can survive. Don't throw away your life needlessly, and don't give up on your faith. I know what you've achieved. You will become a ninth-level mage."
Goliath stood still in front of the door. After a moment of silence, he said, "Do you have anything else to say?"
Crazy 'Ole thought for a moment. "If Amon comes back one day, I hope you can comfort him and help him if you allow it."
…
Amon didn't know how long he had been standing in the corner. Suddenly, the gate of Crazy 'Ole's house opened and two people walked out. The guest was an old man with a goatee. He couldn't see very clearly in the dark, but the old man glanced at him. His eyes were quite clear and sharp in the darkness. Amon wanted to take a step forward, but he couldn't help but stand there without making a sound.
Crazy 'Ole and Goliath went to the mayor's house, the building where Maria used to live. Why did they go to the mayor so late at night?
Amon looked at the building from afar. There seemed to be light on the second floor, but it didn't look like a light. Soon after, he opened his mouth wide in shock. He clearly saw a figure fly out of the window. The figure was like a big bird, a giant eagle, or a night owl. It rushed into the sky and disappeared into the night. It was flying! It looked like the guest, Goliath.
… …
"Crazy 'Ole, who is the guest today? He can fly! "This was Amon 'Ole's question. At this time, Crazy' Ole had returned from the mayor's house.
Crazy 'Ole smiled, "It's nothing. I can fly too. Otherwise, how could I have the chance to watch the battle? But I think it's too tiring. It's more comfortable to walk. An eighth-level sorcerer like me can fly without the help of any magic artifacts. In fact, an advanced mage can fly, but he needs the help of some things. "
It was Amon 'Ole's habit to get to the bottom of something. He asked again, "You haven't told me who Goliath is."
"Don't worry. You'll know sooner or later. If one day you run into trouble in Syah, maybe you can go to him. Amon, why did you come to see me at night? "
Amon said, "I've passed the test of 'body purity'. Generally speaking, I'm a second-level warrior. But according to you, I should learn second-level magic. But I'm not a second-level sorcerer yet. How can I learn it?"
Crazy 'Ole looked at Amon and said in a low voice, "If I'm right, you're not only a second-level warrior, but you can also learn magic and become a second-level sorcerer. Whether it's true or not, you'll know once you try."
Amon said, "But you haven't taught me second-level magic yet."
Crazy 'Ole smiled again, "There's no such thing as second-level magic, only low-level magic. I've taught you almost all of them. You are a qualified first-level mage if you are able to combine magic with different techniques. You can't be any more outstanding than that. The ability to use two different kinds of low-level magic separately to enhance the power of the magic was the standard of a second-level mage in the shrine. Go and test yourself. Take this branch back and these three parangons. "
Crazy 'Ole reached out his hand and pulled Amon's iron branch out of thin air. His other hand grabbed at the air and three different coloured parangons appeared. He put them on the table in front of Amon.
Looking at Amon's shocked face, Crazy 'Ole smiled again, "The red one is called' Flame Sprite ', the black one is called' Terroculus', the white one is called 'Ventussalm'. Together with the 'Aquaticore' I gave you, you have all four of them. Don't be surprised. A hundred years old supreme sorcerer who has been a miner in Turco for so many years, it's normal for him to have all these. Take them with you and try out their different uses yourself. Explore and practice other divine arts. "
Amon thought for a moment. Crazy 'Ole's words made sense. Crazy' Ole had been a miner in Turco for more than a hundred years. As a supreme sorcerer, it was easy for him to collect all these things. For people like Crazy 'Ole, money was not important. Things depended on what they were used for. Giving them to Amon to practice magic was the most important thing.
So Amon did not refuse. He carefully picked them up and put them away. Then he picked up the stick and looked at it for a long time. Nothing changed. It looked more like a branch. Seeing that Crazy 'Ole was looking at him with a faint smile, Amon was tempted. He tried to' touch 'the stick by awakening his divine power. It felt different in some places.
So he used his hands to break every knob on the stick. Finally, he found that there was a hidden mechanism in the wood grain. It required a lot of strength to open. Amon's fingers were almost sore. He found four grooves in the stick, and each groove could fit a parangon.
Amon asked hesitantly, "Is this … a magic wand?"
Crazy 'Ole nodded and took the stick, "Sorcerers and mages use the same wand. But as a young low-rank sorcerer, holding a wand is like announcing your identity to everyone. It's no different from seeking death. So I changed this stick into a wand.
The material of the wand has been changed, but it can still be used as a weapon. It took me a lot of effort to set the parangon. I even destroyed the parangon to cover it with a complete shell. It's hard to tell that it's a wand unless you're a supreme sorcerer. Even a ninth-level sorcerer won't notice it if he's not paying attention, as long as you don't use the wand to cast magic in front of them.
There are five grooves in total. The four hidden grooves on the body of the wand can be set with all kinds of parangons. Of course, you can set all four parangons in it. It's the most versatile way. There's also a very hidden groove on the head of the wand. Even if you know it, you won't be able to open it unless you're an advanced warrior and an advanced sorcerer at the same time. I can't even open it after I finished the work. I'm afraid only the gods can find it.
If possible, this groove is for you to set the Gods' Tear in the future. If you set the Gods' Tear in the wand, you can't set other parangons in the other four grooves. You have to set the Aquaticore, the Flame Sprite, the Terroculus, and the Ventussalamander in sequence. It's the same structure as the wand of the Sentinel of Isis, but it looks different and the effect may be different.
You know I'm a supreme sorcerer, but you don't know that I'm probably the best craftsman on the continent. The twig in your hand is the proudest work of my life. "
Crazy 'Ole finished his speech in one breath. His hands caressed the iron wand, and his face showed a little bit of pride. If it were an ordinary mage who saw these crystals and this wand, his jaw would probably drop. However, Amon had been shocked too many times recently. His nerves were tough and he was very calm. He stood up and said only three words, "Thank you!"
Crazy 'Ole waved his hand, "It's hard to say who should thank whom more. It's me who led you to the most difficult path in the world."
Amon: "So what? Do you think I'm not willing? Do you want me to be a miner like my father for the rest of my life, never leaving Duc? Maybe one of my fingers has already been cut off? "
Crazy 'Ole looked at Amon, as if he was studying something, "Amon, you are a child who can hide things in your heart, just like this iron stick can hide a parangon. No one can tell it's a staff. But you've had a question for a long time. It's about me. Tell me today. I can read your eyes when you look at these parangons. "
Amon lowered his head, "In that case, I'll ask. The ore core used to mine the Gods' Tear was borrowed from you by my father. That's why I've been through so much. And you said that from the moment I mined the Gods' Tear, many things were bound to happen. Did you do it on purpose? I knew it was the Gods' Tear in the ore core! "
Amon finally asked the question that had been bothering him for a long time. Crazy 'Ole was a little embarrassed. He looked down at the iron wand and said, "Among all the supreme sorcerers and mages, I should be the one who knows the most about mining parangons. No one else could have been a miner in Duc for more than a hundred years. The ore core is a magical thing. Before it's opened, no one can be sure that there is a parangon in it, let alone what kind of parangons it is.
I've spent my whole life trying to figure it out. All I know is that the ore core is different from the others I'm familiar with. It's probably the Gods' Tear that I've never mined before. I lent it to your father and you opened it. It's the Gods' Tear! I'm right. "
Amon hesitated, "Then why didn't you …?"
Crazy 'Ole continued, "Then why didn't I keep it for myself? The Gods' Tear is no longer of much use to me. Besides, it's Bair who kidnapped the Adoratrice of the Temple of Isis and took away the Gods' Tear. It's all because of me. I'll just return the Gods' Tear and the Adoratrice. Besides, if I didn't let you mine the Gods' Tear, how could I carry out my plan? You're right, I did it on purpose. "
Amon didn't ask further. He just nodded and said, "Oh, I see."
Crazy 'Ole pointed to the black parangon and said, "Special crystals have more than one use. For example, this Terroculus is the best auxiliary artefact for using earth magic. It can also support some strength-based magic, and it can also be used as a carrier for message magic. I have written down all the information I know about cultivation in the form of a magic scroll. You can read it slowly. But the message magic I use has a special feature. Only when your magic reaches a certain level can you read the contents of the scrolls. After that, the recorded information will disappear automatically. "
Then he pointed to the white parangon and said, "The Ventussalam is not only the best auxiliary artefact for air magic, but also one of the best carriers for spatial magic. But sometimes it needs to be modified. I've had this Ventussalam for many years. I've made it into a spatial artefact. It can hold many things, but now it's empty. If one day you become a sixth-level sorcerer and can use supreme spatial magic, you can open it and use it. "
Amon interrupted, "Isn't the sixth-level an advanced sorcerer? How can you use supreme magic?"
Crazy 'Ole smiled, "It's not just supreme mages who can use supreme magic. In fact, all kinds of magic can be performed with the help of auxiliary tools. But the measure of a supreme mage is another matter. In fact, the evaluation criteria for a sixth-level mage was not only to pass the test of 'Devil's Temptation', but also to be able to use supreme magic with the help of props, or to perform at least one supreme magic without any props, and so on. It's too early to talk to you about this. The Terroculus contains all the information. You'll know when you can see it. "
Amon suddenly felt that there was something wrong with Crazy 'Ole's behavior today. It was as if he wanted to explain everything at once. He couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you today? Am I leaving immediately?"
Crazy 'Ole: "Poor child, you're so smart. You'll be banished tomorrow morning. Today is your last night in Duc! There are a few things I'll tell you tomorrow when I send you off. Now I want to ask, have I ever said that you're my student, and have you ever called me teacher? "
Only now did Amon realize that he had never called Nietzsche teacher. He had always called him Crazy 'Ole, not because he was disrespectful, but because he had been used to it since he was a child. Hearing this, he hurriedly stood up, knelt down and kissed the soil in front of Crazy 'Ole's feet. Then he said, "Teacher Nietzsche, in my heart, you're already my teacher. Of course I'm your student."
Crazy 'Ole did not stop Amon from performing the most solemn ceremony. Instead, he laughed and said, "Amon, if one day you can unravel the secrets of the gods, or even become a god, then today's scene will be very memorable. Or rather, it will be very ironic! I've recorded this scene in the Terroculus. Child, you don't have to call me teacher. In fact, I haven't taught you much, and I don't want you to become my student or another me. I just want you to fulfill my wish. It seems that no one can teach you this. Sorry to trouble you. "
Amon replied respectfully, "I won't forget."
Crazy 'Ole seemed to be full of emotion, "Who can tell whether you'll forget or not? I've recorded two pieces of information in the Terroculus that will never disappear. One is the scene of you kneeling in front of me. As for the other, it's related to Maria. Do you want to take a look? "
Amon was curious, "Maria? I want to see it! "
Crazy 'Ole said, "You haven't practiced message magic yet. Let me show you first."
Before his voice trailed off, Amon saw the black crystal on the table become colorless and transparent. Its edges and corners glowed, turning into a dodecahedral light ball. Then the light ball expanded, and a three-dimensional image appeared in it. It was a line of Eygut's cursive writing on the wall — "Amon, my name is Eco."
Seeing Amon's puzzled look, Crazy 'Ole explained with a smile, "That's what Maria wrote in her room. She wanted to tell you her name, but she didn't. She just wrote it in a corner of the room, but later erased it. This is probably the last time she uses this name, and the last time she writes in the secular world. Do you think she has forgotten, or is it hard for her to forget? I'm afraid even the gods can't tell! "
… …
The next day, when the people were still having breakfast, the bell in the Shrine of Mourrin rang again. When the people hurriedly ate their food and rushed to the square in front of the shrine, they found that this time the bell was rung by Dusti himself. The mayor looked very solemn.
Seeing that almost everyone had arrived, Mayor Dusti opened a scroll and read aloud, "This is an irrevocable decree jointly issued by the Empire of Eygut and the Hittite Kingdom. Every region of Syah should send warriors to help hunt down the evil sorcerer Bair. He was last seen in the jungle of the Euphrate River, west of the town of Duc in Syah. "
Here, Dusti closed the scroll, paused, and continued, "Bair is an evil sorcerer. His pursuers must be real warriors. He escaped from the Temple of Isis in Eygut to the jungle of the Euphrate River. Those who can find and kill him must be blessed by the goddess Isis and Mourin. Finally, such a warrior has appeared in our town. I've decided to send him to carry out the decree of the Hittite Kingdom."
Shog was not here. Except for Crazy 'Ole and Amon, only Mayor Dusti could read. No one noticed that the parchment in his hand was very old. It was a decree from thirty years ago.
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